Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

"How could the Haotian Sect be missing from the Seven Great Sects? Sect Master Ning, don't you agree?"

Tang Xiao spoke again, his powerful aura of level ninety-seven overwhelming the scene. This time, his aura directly clashed with that of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, clearly indicating his dissatisfaction with Ning Fengzhi.

"Tang Xiao".

Ning Fengzhi, standing in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's camp, felt furious looking at the arrogant Tang Xiao. Back then, it was his Haotian School that betrayed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, not the other way around.

Now that the Haotian Sect has re-emerged, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect hasn't even gone looking for trouble yet, Tang Xiao is already being so aggressive. Does he think that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's competition for the top sect position has gone too far? This is simply a joke.

"Haotian Sect, how dare you! Back then, the Spirit Hall promised you to seal off the mountain to avoid disaster, but it was a hundred-year agreement. Now, less than twenty years later, you've come out again. Do you not take the Spirit Hall seriously?"

A sudden voice rang in the ears of countless people. The voice was not very loud, but it was very clear, and it could be heard throughout the entire Dragon Rising City, which made many powerful people feel terrified.

Chapter 448 Three Boxes

"Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, since you're already here, why not show yourself?"

On the arena of Martial Soul Plaza, Tang Xiao, the Sect Master of Haotian Sect and the Howling Sky Douluo, straightened his expression when he heard the sudden voice. Then, he looked around and spoke loudly, trying to find Yan's whereabouts.

"Tang Xiao, your Haotian Sect's actions are truly courting its own destruction."

The same voice echoed again above Longxing City, still as calm as ever: "But since you want to see me, I will grant your request."

"Roar~~~"

Shortly after the sound faded away, a deep dragon roar suddenly resounded from the sky. The supreme dragon might permeated every corner of Dragon Rising City, and the extreme oppressive feeling brought by that overwhelming power made people feel as if they were about to suffocate.

A golden-red rainbow streaked across the sky, leaving a graceful arc of light between the blue sky and white clouds.

Amidst everyone's utter shock, a ball of fire instantly filled their vision, followed by extreme heat and a terrifying roar that shook the square.

A ball of fire hovered above the square, its terrifyingly high temperature distorting the air and even space itself, its domineering heat making it unbearable.

One by one, the Soul Masters moved away from the center of the square, and the various nobles who were not Soul Masters had already hidden far away.

This suddenly appearing flame was truly terrifying. The residual heat it emitted was enough to make even a group of Soul Emperor experts feel uncomfortable. It was hard to imagine what kind of creature this was.

"This is... a true dragon."

The floating flames slowly dispersed, and a fiery canopy enveloped the sky above the plaza. Many powerful figures looked up and finally saw the mysterious creature clearly. At the same time, countless people were shocked.

This colossal beast, constantly emitting golden-red flames, bears a striking resemblance to the legendary dragon, and the oppressive aura it exudes is also perfectly consistent with the description.

There were many powerful figures present, and the knowledge of the titled Douluo was not weak. The only dragon-shaped behemoth that could make them feel genuine fear was probably the legendary true dragon. This discovery stunned everyone.

True Dragons are creatures said to have long since disappeared from the continent. They were a powerful race that ruled the Douluo Continent in ancient times, and were the true royalty among soul beasts.

No one expected that the reappearance of the true dragon would be such a scene, with the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall actually subduing a true dragon and sitting grandly on its head.

"You guys do have some knowledge, but you've got some issues with your brains."

On the head of the enormous dragon in the sky, Yan sat cross-legged, looking down at the group of Haotian Sect disciples with impressive auras. A hint of coldness appeared in his eyes. "The Spirit Hall gave you a chance, but you just didn't know how to cherish it."

"Tang Xiao, to be honest, as long as you stayed on that mountain in Tiandou, I had absolutely no interest in specifically going out of my way to wipe you out. So why are you forcing me?"

"Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, do you even believe what you're saying?"

Tang Xiao looked up at Yan, who was riding a true dragon in the sky, and coldly sneered: "The reason why my Haotian Sect is in its current predicament is entirely due to the constant suppression by your Spirit Hall. You say I'm forcing you? What a joke."

From beginning to end, it's entirely your Spirit Hall that has been targeting my Clear Sky Sect. Even if I didn't bring anyone out of the mountains, your Spirit Hall still wouldn't let us go; it was just a matter of time.

"You're right, but it's also possible that I have no interest in crushing you."

Yan nodded in agreement with Tang Xiao's statement, and then continued, "If everything goes smoothly, my Spirit Hall will become even more prosperous."

The Haotian Sect is nothing more than a dispensable grasshopper. Why would I bother crushing a grasshopper for no reason?

"Insanity."

Tang Xiao was furious when he heard Yan's words. This kid actually described his Haotian Sect as a grasshopper. It was simply too much.

"I'm just stating a fact, don't find it so hard to accept. Even now, the Clear Sky Sect is nothing more than a grasshopper that my Spirit Hall can crush at will."

Yan spoke in a calm tone, but his words only fueled the anger of the Haotian Sect members.

They endured for nearly twenty years, just to avenge the Spirit Hall and restore the glory of Haotian. Now, they are being described like this by this damned Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, which is completely challenging their bottom line.

Tang Xiao's eyes turned red, and he stared angrily at Yan in the sky, "You will pay the price for your words."

He could never forget that day, the day Yan led the Spirit Hall army to besiege the Clear Sky Sect's castle. His own father, the former sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect, chose to retreat.

With this retreat, the Clear Sky Sect lost its allies and allies, becoming a laughingstock in the Soul Master world, utterly becoming a joke. His father also died that day, driven to death by the very man before him.

Whether I will pay the price or not, you probably won't see it.

Yan lowered his head slightly to look at Tang Xiao, and continued with a light laugh: "Tang Xiao, to be honest, your father is really a good-for-nothing."

Back then, he was clearly a match for me. The four major single-attribute clans, various sects, and even the Heavenly Dou royal family all supported your Haotian Sect. But that coward, he just didn't dare.

I led my troops to attack right at the foot of your mountain, and he still accomplished nothing. From the moment such a useless person took charge of the Haotian Sect, your decline was inevitable.

"You dare to insult my late father, today I will make you pay for your crime in blood."

Upon hearing these words, Tang Xiao could no longer suppress his anger. With a soft hiss, the arena beneath his feet vanished, and he soared into the sky, leaving a large hole in his wake.

Upon closer inspection, the spot where Tang Xiao had originally stood was now just a pile of powder. The fact that he could create such a terrifying scene without making a sound was enough to demonstrate his profound and terrifying cultivation.

Tang Xiao was fast, but Jia Lin, the Fire Dragon King under Yan's command, was no pushover either. When he rushed into the curtain of fire, he immediately felt an immense difficulty. At that moment, Yan casually tossed out three boxes, two large and one small.

"Bang! Bang! Crash!"

The three boxes flew towards Tang Xiao, who had rushed into the fiery domain, in a triangular formation. Seeing the three boxes flying towards him, Tang Xiao felt a little flustered. Just as the two sides were about to make contact, he spun around and dodged. The three boxes crashed past his afterimage and landed smoothly with three dull thuds.

Tang Xiao did not continue his attack immediately. Instead, he flipped in mid-air and landed in front of the three boxes. His eyes were hesitant, as if they were filled with fear.

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Xiao looked up at Yan, who was piloting Jia Lin, and asked, "What's inside these three boxes?"

Yan said meaningfully to Tang Xiao, "You should have guessed something by now. Open it and take a look."

Tang Xiao hesitated for a long time before finally tremblingly reaching out his hand and lifting a large box in front of him. The moment the box was opened, a burst of violent energy and soul light burst out of it.

After a burst of energy, the light of the soul gradually stabilized, and the contents of the box were brought into view by countless people, causing an uproar.

Because inside this box lies a crystal-clear skeleton, slightly smaller than an ordinary person, mainly divided into six parts, which are the soul bones that countless soul masters dream of, and are the complete six main soul bones.

Many Soul Masters couldn't help but glare at the six Soul Bones in the box, coveting and yearning to obtain them.

However, when the six soul bones inside the box appeared before Tang Xiao's eyes, his expression changed drastically, and his hair and beard trembled. "Tang Hao, Brother Hao, he, he..."

Tang Yuehua, who was on the outskirts of the square, watched the scene in the center of the arena from afar. When she finally saw the six soul bones in the box, her mind went blank. She stood there blankly, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"Second brother, second brother..."

Tang Yuehua burst into tears, her whole body trembling violently.

"Ah~~~"

Tang Xiao couldn't help but roar to the sky, his tiger eyes even more bloodshot as he glared at Yan, and said hatefully, "My second brother has been hiding from your Spirit Hall for so many years, and you still keep chasing him down..."

"Tang Hao's crimes back then were enough to make him die ten thousand times over. Even your father thought he was disobedient and unfilial and expelled him from the family. Why are you so sad?"

Yan stood on the dragon's head, shrugged indifferently, and then pointed to the other two boxes, "Tang Xiao, the box in front of you and that small box contain a little bit of the ashes left behind by Tang Hao and his wicked son Tang San after their deaths."

There's something else in this box; I believe seeing it will calm you down.

Tang Xiao looked down at the small box with red eyes, his eyes already moist. He had never met Tang San, but he had heard Tang Yuehua mention him.

Tang Hao and Ah Yin's son, his nephew, a child who was not even twenty years old, was killed by the Spirit Hall before he had even met him.

He hated, hated intensely, but at this moment he forced himself to suppress it, his trembling hand slightly reaching out, preparing to open the last box.

He considered acting out of rage, but the strangely familiar scent emanating from the last box made him uneasy; he wouldn't feel at ease without opening it.

"Boom!"

When Tang Xiao opened the last box, another burst of violent soul light shot into the sky. This time, the rising soul light carried a unique killing roar, making countless powerful people feel as if they were in the deepest hell.

The moment the box was opened, a scene that no one could understand unfolded: Tang Xiao, the dignified master of the Haotian Sect and the Howling Sky Douluo, was utterly panicked and fell backward, landing directly on the ground.

Tang Xiao shook his head repeatedly, muttering words of disbelief, "This is impossible, this is impossible, it can't be..."

The news of Tang Hao and Tang San's deaths only fueled his anger. However, the contents of this box seemed to terrify Tang Xiao, making countless powerful figures present extremely curious about what exactly was inside.

Chapter 449 One Palm Strike Defeated

"Tang Xiao, you must have recognized him by now."

Above the sky shrouded in flames, Yan looked down at Tang Xiao, who was panicking after opening the box on the arena below, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Tang Xiao was clearly unable to accept the contents of the three boxes, but the others in the Haotian Sect were even less willing to believe it. The tall and thin Seventh Elder of the Haotian Sect shouted, "Sect Master, we must not fall for this little beast's trick!"

“That’s right, Sect Master. The old Sect Master had a full set of soul bones just like Tang Hao. No one in the world could rival him. How could he be killed so easily by the Spirit Hall?”

The Long-Browed Second Elder of the Clear Sky Sect also said in a deep voice, "This must be a conspiracy by the Spirit Hall. They killed Tang Hao and Tang San, and somehow obtained something that the old sect leader used to use. They just want to use it to deceive us."

"That's right, that's exactly it."

"Sect Master, our Haotian Sect cannot fall because of our opponents' scheming tactics."

"The old sect master is definitely alright. The Spirit Hall must be feeling guilty to resort to such methods."

The remaining three elders also spoke up one after another. Since everyone said the same thing, Tang Xiao calmed down a little. He barely got up, glanced at the pile of ashes in the third box that exuded a familiar aura, and shook his head sharply to stop himself from imagining the worst-case scenario.

"Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, you are truly despicable."

After calming down, Tang Xiao looked up at Yan again. Although he had made up his mind to continue fighting, he no longer felt the resentment and rage he had before. Now much calmer, his eyes were clear, and he did not make a move rashly.

"Since you refuse to believe that Tang Chen is dead, there's nothing I can do. After all, you can't wake up a group of people who are pretending to be asleep."

Yan merely smiled indifferently at Tang Xiao's actions, and then spoke again: "Speaking of which, within the Haotian Sect, the only ones who truly pose a threat to me are the two generations of Haotian Douluo."

Unfortunately, they all had weaknesses. It took me nearly twenty years to finally kill them one by one. Tang Chen, Tang Hao, and Tang San all died at my hands, and your old man, that good-for-nothing, barely counts too.

Your entire Haotian Sect has been completely under my control for four generations. What makes you think you can leave your ancestral home and think you can turn things around?

Since you've insisted on going your own way, you must pay the price for your actions. Tang Xiao, is your Haotian Sect prepared for annihilation?

"You insolent brat, spreading heresy and misleading the public, today I will take your life."

The Seventh Elder of the Haotian Sect was enraged and took action. He had witnessed the glory of the Haotian Sect and watched this behemoth gradually weaken and then have the possibility of returning to its peak. His life experience was quite tortuous.

Nearly twenty years ago, during the conflict between the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall, his son died. Now, with no heir, this Seventh Elder is determined to take revenge on the Spirit Hall and harbors murderous intent towards Yan.

This fellow, enraged, attacked even more frantically than Tang Xiao. As he charged forward, he raised his hand and swept his sleeve, releasing a powerful gust of wind. With a flick of his right hand, a massive Haotian Hammer, its soul light contained within, instantly appeared.