Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

Tang San suddenly raised his head, and the purple light in his eyes intensified. His eyes, radiating intense purple light, were extremely oppressive, making people subconsciously think it was some kind of mental attack and turn their heads away. However, this move was completely useless against Yan.

With a series of hissing sounds, Tang San saw that his trick had failed and made another move. His hands, which had been hanging down, were raised gracefully to his sides. Ten cold lights burst forth as his fingers lightly touched each other, shooting towards Zhao Wuji's eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees, groin, and abdomen.

These ten cold lights were different from the previous methods that were merely probing attempts to get Yan to release Dai Mubai. They all targeted vital points, and none of them were the same.

The ear-piercing sound of something cutting through the air stirred the air, but the hidden weapons that even Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint, had struggled to deal with a few days ago were completely ineffective today.

Because of his martial spirit, Zhao Wuji is enormous and has incredible defensive capabilities, so he usually chooses to confront his opponents head-on.

Speed ​​and agility were not his strengths at all, and he didn't take Tang San seriously at first, which is why he suffered a loss that time.

However, this time Tang San was facing Yan, who was not Zhao Wuji, a simpleton who only knew how to fight head-on. Tang San's so-called exquisite hidden weapon techniques were full of flaws in Yan's eyes.

Yan's right hand rose into flames, and with a wave and a vortex in the air, a vortex of flames instantly enveloped all ten streaks of cold light. All ten hidden weapons that Tang San had carefully forged were drawn into the vortex of flames and collided with each other, eventually turning into a pool of molten iron and falling to the ground.

After Tang San fired ten beams of cold light, his body did not stop at all. He used the Ghost Shadow Steps to quickly retreat.

When he saw his hidden weapon being broken by such a method, his gaze narrowed slightly. Whether in Notting City or Soto City, he hadn't encountered many top-tier martial spirit experts. The strongest were Dai Mubai and Zhao Wuji, but neither of them were skilled in elemental power. This was the first time he had seen such domineering elemental energy.

His new general was secretly surprised. He had thought that his opponent was as defensive as Zhao Wuji, but he never expected that his hidden weapon would be ineffective and turn into a pool of molten iron.

However, he managed to glean some information from this encounter. His opponent was skilled in fire and likely possessed a fire-attribute martial soul.

As a disciple of 'Master' Yu Xiaogang, he believed that his knowledge of martial spirits was definitely at the top level on the continent, as his teacher had introduced the characteristics of various martial spirits.

Fire-attribute martial souls are extremely powerful in attack, but not good at defense. As long as one skillfully bypasses the vortex of flames, one should be able to defeat the opponent in front of him.

A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He turned and unleashed more than ten more streaks of cold light. As he moved, his hands flicked and snapped in front of him, sending out one streak of cold light after another, targeting Yan's vital points.

Willow-leaf daggers, flying locust stones, money darts, bone-piercing nails—all sorts of hidden weapons bloomed in Tang San's "Rain of Flowers" technique. Some flew straight, some flew diagonally, and some circled around to his back, but their ultimate target was always the same: Yan's body.

"Fancy but utterly useless." Tang San had just released so many hidden weapons, confident that he had secured his victory this time. A slight smile had barely appeared on his lips when a fiery shadow flashed past him in the next instant, followed by Yan's disdainful evaluation of him.

Although it was unclear how Yan suddenly accelerated, and even Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes couldn't track his movements, Tang San naturally made a last-ditch effort. His Blue Silver Grass instantly spread out, attempting to stop Yan's actions.

However, this was completely in vain. The first spirit ring absorbed the Mandragora Serpent, which did not significantly enhance the Blue Silver Grass's transformation. Faced with the scorching flames, it instantly burst into flames, which then engulfed Tang San's entire body along the vines, leaving him in a sorry state and causing him to panic.

Chapter 285 Useless Tang Clan Hidden Weapons

Outside Shrek Academy, Tang San, seeing that his hidden weapons had failed several times, quickly activated his Ghost Shadow Steps technique to create distance, while simultaneously releasing various hidden weapons in an attempt to block the enemy.

Tang San's hidden weapons are incredibly varied and their flight paths are extremely unpredictable, making them very difficult to dodge. However, under the flames that linger around his body and are powerful enough to melt gold and refine stone, they cannot even get close to his body.

Suddenly, a fiery shadow shot towards Tang San's position. The latter tried to dodge using the Ghost Shadow Illusion, but no matter how he changed his position, the approaching Yan was able to adjust his posture more flexibly, and the distance between the two was quickly closed.

"What kind of soul skill is this?" Tang San was extremely shocked as he watched Yan quickly catch up. He believed that he was unparalleled in the world when it came to skills, as he possessed the Xuan Tian Treasure Record.

The Ghost Shadow Step had been virtually invincible until it was used against Zhao Wuji, when it suffered a setback.

However, Zhao Wuji also used two soul rings and soul skills to break through his Ghostly Shadow Illusion last time, even a Soul Saint could do that.

In his view, unless targeted by a special soul skill, his Ghostly Shadow Steps technique was impossible for anyone to break through using skill.

However, Yan in front of him seemed to have not used any special soul skills at all, and just charged directly at him, and was able to accurately lock onto his position. What was going on?

Tang San was completely baffled, but Yan was not going to be able to explain it to him. No matter how strong the so-called Ghost Shadow and Mysterious Steps were, they could not surpass Yan's AI calculations. For this kid to use such fancy techniques on him was just like sending him to his doom.

Yan and Tang San rapidly approached each other. At this moment, the latter felt the attribute suppression that made him despair. His plant attribute martial soul was restrained by too many attributes, the most obvious being fire.

His first and second soul skills, Entanglement and Parasite, were rendered useless because the Blue Silver Grass was not strong enough. They turned to ashes before even getting close to Yan.

Just as Yan and Tang San were less than two steps apart, the latter raised both hands at the same time. With a clanging sound, six cold lights shot out from his sleeves. The powerful crossbow bolts, accompanied by a piercing sound, shot straight at Yan's vitals.

In the early stages, a Soul Master's explosive power is not very strong. At least for Tang San at this stage, the power of the hidden weapons he throws by hand is definitely not as strong as the powerful crossbow bolts fired by the mechanism.

As expected, the six crossbow bolts he had placed his hopes on did not melt into molten iron in the vortex of flames, but instead passed directly through the layer of flames and turned bright red.

However, Tang San's smile froze once again. Yan gathered flames, compressed them into his palm, and unleashed six consecutive palm strikes. The six pillars of fire accurately struck the red-hot crossbow bolts, sending them flying before they fell into the vortex of flames and turned into a pool of molten iron.

That's right. If the crossbow bolts are fast and powerful enough, then just disperse that force and melt it. The so-called Tang Clan hidden weapons and firearms are not even in the same league.

Dai Mubai could dodge bullets using his skills, and at Yan's level, with proper defense, he could easily handle musket bullets, let alone these kinds of mechanisms.

Zhao Wuji's miserable defeat last time was partly due to underestimating his opponent, but also because he lacked speed, was used to direct defense, lacked experience, and had never seen anything like it before. In addition, he held back because Tang San and the others were students. There were multiple reasons for this.

"This... how is this possible..." Tang San's crossbow bolt was broken, and the next second Yan's palm landed on his shoulder. He tried to use the Crane Control Dragon Capture technique to deflect Yan's force and dodge, but found that Yan's palm did not move at all. He was unable to dissipate any force at all. This move, which was effective against Zhao Wuji, was completely ineffective. This naturally made him both surprised and angry.

He quickly patted Yan's arm with both hands, pulled his arms inward, and his pectoral muscles bulged. A buzzing sound immediately came from Tang San's chest.

A burst of gleaming steel needles, accompanied by a thick mist, spewed from Tang San's chest. This technique of using muscles to launch indirect attacks had been very effective last time, but against Yan, it was easily dealt with by a mere burst of flame.

The steel needle held on for a little longer before melting, while the datura snake venom was rendered ineffective by the high temperature as soon as it appeared.

Tang San, having suffered repeated setbacks, was now truly enraged. As his hands approached Yan's arm, his ten fingers simultaneously flicked out, sending out ten tiny golden rays, each as fine as a hair, like dragon whisker needles. If one did not look closely, one might not even notice their existence.

"Your move is interesting, but it's ineffective if it doesn't hit anyone." Yan withdrew his hand for the first time since he started. He didn't care about Tang San's metal-made hidden weapons because he could easily melt them, but this plate crystal gold, which comes from the essence of the power of heaven and earth in nature, was quite difficult to melt. Being pierced by this dragon whisker needle would not be pleasant.

"Uh~" Tang San slightly forced Yan's palm back, but the next moment he was kicked in the abdomen by the latter. He almost choked and couldn't breathe. He quickly lowered his head and bent over to launch his last move.

With a sharp crack, a seven-inch-long crossbow bolt shot out from behind him, heading straight for Yan's forehead.

However, this crossbow bolt was completely useless against Yan. The latter simply gripped it and accurately caught it. After turning his head to dodge the wave of venom shot from the arrowhead, the red-hot crossbow bolt melted instantly.

Just as Tang San was about to do something, an impatient Yan slapped him across the face. With a crisp crack, Tang San's right cheek swelled up visibly as he tumbled and spun in the air.

"Bastard." Tang San covered his face and fell to the ground. When he lowered his head and raised it again, his originally purple pupils were tinged with blood red. Anger surged in his heart. He had lived two lives and so many years had passed. The last time he was slapped was in his previous life. This person must die.

Yan, standing still, paid no attention to Tang San's inner thoughts. But when he took out the revolver, Tang San's anger instantly cooled down.

Tang San had just witnessed the power of this little gadget. Similar to his Tang Clan's Buddha's Wrath Lotus, it must use special gunpowder in combination with a mechanism, making it incredibly powerful. Once hit in a vital spot, it's basically game over.

Yan's cultivation level was higher than his, and he could see through his movements. Yan also had this special weapon. What could he do? He could only stand there and pray that the other party would have some decency and not kill him.

"They probably won't kill him. Dai Mubai is still alive," Tang San thought to himself. Yan, seeing Tang San motionless and afraid to move, sneered, "Do you think your little gadgets, which are only effective at close range, are that so great? Your crossbow bolts? Can they compare to my musket?" Tang San could only retort defiantly, "Your...your weapon must be an ancient weapon unearthed from ancient ruins, long since lost." He secretly prayed his guess was correct; if this ingenious gunpowder weapon hadn't been lost, his hidden weapons would truly be worthless, even worse than trash.

"Who told you this thing comes from ancient times? I invented the gunpowder gun." Yan's lips curled into a mocking smile. As he spoke, he raised the gun and pulled the trigger. A series of bangs rang out, and several smoking holes appeared on the ground beside him.

Tang San stood still, not daring to move an inch. He had thought about dodging, but ultimately didn't dare to do it.

His Purple Demon Eyes couldn't see the bullet trajectory at all, but he could tell from Yan's gun barrel that the other party wasn't aiming at his vitals. At worst, he would just get injured. So he took a gamble and stood still. It seems he won the gamble.

Yan casually put away his pistol and sneered, "You do have some cleverness, but unfortunately you learned all this useless stuff from who-knows-where. No wonder Tang Hao didn't teach you the true secrets of the Clear Sky Sect, and even made you take that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang as your master." Tang San quickly spoke up, "What are you talking about? What does this have to do with my father? And you're not allowed to insult my teacher. His research on martial souls is beyond your imagination."

"You seem unaware of the true name of your second spirit. That's right, Yu Xiaogang wouldn't dare tell you, much less guide you in equipping your second spirit with a ring." Yan looked at Tang San mockingly, whose face was filled with shock when he mentioned his second spirit.

"Don't be so shocked. Even that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang could guess that you have a second martial soul, so why can't others? Don't forget, your martial soul was awakened with the help of the Spirit Hall."

"You're from the Spirit Hall." Tang San wasn't stupid; he realized what was going on immediately. At that moment, Dai Mubai, lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and said, "Little San, he is... the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall! Run!"

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. You are the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Yan." Tang San was just ignorant, not completely unaware of the world of spirit masters. Yan had such a great reputation in the world of spirit masters, how come he had never heard Yu Xiaogang mention him before?

When Yu Xiaogang first taught Tang San about the knowledge of soul masters, he was full of confidence about the theory of soul ring age limits, but he lost his composure two years ago.

The reason is that the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall appeared in the last All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Elite Tournament, with his second spirit ring lasting a thousand years and his fourth spirit ring lasting ten thousand years. This directly made his so-called theory of spirit ring age a joke, and Yu Xiaogang even drank heavily for a rare night because of this.

"Mu Bai." Just as Tang San hesitated, an angry voice came from inside Shrek Academy behind him. It was the academy's teachers who had arrived.

"Hey, get out of the way." An aged voice rang out from behind, and an old man suddenly leaped out, releasing an incomparably powerful aura.

A dense red light suddenly emanated from the old man who had soared into the air, and a long staff with countless fine patterns appeared in his right hand. Most terrifyingly, a total of six spirit rings appeared around the dragon-patterned staff in his palm.

One white, one yellow, three purple, and one black soul ring—not a particularly high ratio—but this person's cultivation is definitely not weak. A six-ring Soul Emperor level expert would be a high-ranking bishop in the Spirit Hall.

Tang San stepped aside, and the old man brought down his staff. His sixth spirit ring flashed with black light, and the whistling staff brought a low, muffled sound that spread through the air.

A six-ring Soul Emperor using his strongest sixth soul ring to unleash a ten-thousand-year soul skill—the power of this move is unimaginable.

"Don't be so reckless when you're old." However, the next second, Li Yusong, the gatekeeper of Shrek Academy, was taught a lesson, as a hand steadily caught his stick.

After Yan replied with a mocking remark, he suddenly jerked his right hand, which was holding the dragon-patterned staff, and sent Li Yusong flying back even faster.

"Old Li, be careful." There was more than one Shrek teacher who came out with Li Yusong. Another teacher saw this and quickly flew up to catch him. However, he underestimated the force coming from Li Yusong. The two of them crashed together like rolling gourds, looking so disheveled.

Chapter 286 Taking the Kitten Away

"Old Li. Old Lu." A violent voice rang out from inside Shrek Academy. Zhao Wuji, the Immovable King who had just arrived, was instantly enraged when he saw the other two teachers rolling around in a heap.

These teachers from Shrek Academy were mostly former members of Fred's adventure team, and they shared a deep bond. How could Zhao Wuji not be furious to see one of his men being beaten?

He quickly completed the spirit possession process, and amidst a flurry of clanging sounds, the optimal spirit ring combination of two yellow, two purple, and three black appeared on Zhao Wuji's body.

His entire body was covered with a thick layer of brown fur, and he was already over two and a half meters tall. His muscles were bulging, and his brownish-yellow eyes exuded a domineering aura. He was the Mighty Vajra Bear, a top-tier bear-type martial spirit, with a Vajra body and extremely good at defense.

“The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, it’s this guy.” Zhao Wuji recognized Yan at a glance. He and Fred had been to Spirit City once during the first Light Festival, and that’s when they met Yu Xiaogang.

What impressed him most about that experience was not the many Title Douluos of the Spirit Hall, but the people who presided over the Light Ritual: Pope Bibi Dong, Spirit Hall's Holy Son Yan, and Light Maiden Qian Renxue.

The former, as the youngest pope in the history of the Spirit Hall, was always the center of attention wherever he went. As for the latter, Zhao Wuji still couldn't forget his Dance of Light.

As for the Holy Son Yan of the Spirit Hall, he didn't feel anything special when he first met him. It wasn't until the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament two years ago that this person made a stunning move, wiping out the Star Luo Royal Team with the cultivation of a five-ring Soul King.

A five-ring Soul King is an extremely rare mid-to-high-level Soul Master across the entire continent. The key point is that the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall was only fifteen years old at the time, and the strength he displayed was close to that of a Soul Saint.

His final strike at that time was something even a powerful offensive Soul Saint might not be able to accomplish. So what about two years later?

Therefore, when he saw that the opponent who came to provoke him was this person, Zhao Wuji did not dare to be careless and immediately used his martial spirit to unleash his full power.

"Martial Soul True Body." Zhao Wuji landed in a few steps, each step covering at least ten meters. When he landed for the last time, he roared to the sky, and then the pitch-black seventh soul ring above his head lit up.

A deep black aura suddenly erupted. Intense black light instantly spread throughout Zhao Wuji's body. Immediately afterwards, his body began to undergo tremendous changes.

Zhao Wuji's already extremely robust body rapidly expanded like an inflating balloon. In the blink of an eye, he was already over five meters tall, his muscles bulged in an exaggerated way, and his brownish-yellow fur grew wildly, transforming him into a real giant bear.

When his body fully transformed into bear form, his brownish-yellow fur instantly changed color, shimmering with a brilliant golden light. This was his true martial spirit form, the Mighty Vajra Bear.

The seventh spirit ring is the strongest move of a seven-ring spirit saint, and it is usually only used when desperate. However, Zhao Wuji used this move without hesitation when facing the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, and it is not over yet.

As Zhao Wuji transformed into a giant bear, four halos—first, second, third, and fifth—shone brightly simultaneously as he faced a formidable opponent.

His four spirit rings form a continuous, mixed set of moves. When activated simultaneously and in synergy, they will help him deal maximum damage.

With the Immovable King Body protecting him, gravity control enveloped Yan from Zhao Wuji's center. Gravity compression, combined with gravity control, was fully activated to restrict his movements as much as possible. He also swung his two bear paws, unleashing the Vajra Palm with all his might, releasing a powerful energy surge.

Zhao Wuji used his full strength from the start. A combo attack from a powerful offensive Soul Saint in his Martial Soul True Body state was something even a Soul Douluo wouldn't dare to take head-on.

However, he was facing Yan, a being far stronger than himself. Six streams of light suddenly shot out from Yan's body, followed by a raging inferno of fire. The temperature outside Shrek Academy instantly exceeded a thousand degrees, and Ning Rongrong had no choice but to take Zhu Zhuqing far away.

The light of the flames enveloped everything around him. Zhao Wuji's two soul skills, Gravity Control and Gravity Compression, were instantly rendered ineffective under Yan's flame domain. However, this also meant that he would not be affected by the domain for the time being and could unleash his full power.

"Roar~~~" Yan's third soul ring flashed, and the golden dragon soul appeared within the flame domain, strengthening the domain's power. After hovering and flying in mid-air for a moment, the golden dragon soul quickly moved out as Yan threw a punch, directly colliding with Zhao Wuji's pair of terrifying bear paws that fell rapidly like fans.

"Boom!" The entire Shrek Academy was shaken. Tang San was carefully moving Dai Mubai's body away from the center of the battle when he witnessed a scene that shocked him.

Despite his best efforts, he could not defeat Immovable King Zhao Wuji, but he was sent flying. After Zhao Wuji was knocked away, the Golden Dragon Soul, driven by Yu Yan's soul power, attacked again. After Zhao Wuji landed, it quickly chased after him and pounced on him, stirring up a cloud of dust.