Douluo Continent: Starting with controlling Ning Rongrong and establishing the Holy Cult

His martial spirit is the Xuanwu Turtle, which is not very offensive but has exceptional defensive capabilities.

First, activate both the possession and the real body to ensure your own survival, then think about how to deal with the other party or escape to report the information.

The idea is wonderful.

But all he saw was the other person raise their hand, revealing a single finger, pointing directly at his brow—

"boom!"

"Snap—"

"Crack!"

In an instant, all of the cardinal's defenses were breached.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he probably would have been taken care of by now.

"who!"

He roared angrily, but his feet already seemed poised to flee.

The other party did not respond, but simply picked up Hu Yanzhen's body with one hand and then left indifferently.

No matter how much the cardinal shouted, he showed no sign of stopping.

The cardinal finally breathed a sigh of relief as the other person disappeared from sight.

so horrible.

He was almost killed.

He then realized that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

He also realized that the other party's target was not him at all, but Huyan Zhen's corpse.

But he became increasingly suspicious.

What do they want with this corpse?

With such formidable strength, why has the Spirit Hall never recorded anything about the opponent?

"It would be best to inform the Spirit Hall about this matter."

He quickly created the Spirit Hall.

Asking him to rescue Huyan Zhen is impossible; it's simply not feasible, and it might even cost him his life.

He had no choice but to return directly to the Spirit Hall to report.

-

"Crow" carried Hu Yanzhen's body for a long time, taking many detours, and finally entered a basement.

Then, they threw Huyan Zhen's body forward.

It was thrown on top of a pile of corpses.

If Ning Rongrong had an exceptional memory, and if she were here, she would definitely discover—

The corpses beneath Huyan Zhen were all people she had met once.

This included some disciples of the Black Tiger Sect and some disciples of the Elephant Armor Sect.

And even earlier, some people who had contact with Ning Rongrong. The village of Shrek Academy, Soto City… all of them.

"He really doesn't pay attention to details when it comes to doing things."

"Crow" sighed softly.

"How could they be so careless as to leave the corpse of an elder of the Holy Spirit Cult at the Elephant Armor Sect?"

Chapter 104 Tang Hao's Defeat

On the day of Tang Hao's surprise attack on Wuhun City.

At this moment, Tang Hao used the Great Sumeru Hammer with the Exploding Rings, and fought against Qian Daoliu and the elders.

The smoke and dust in front of the Elder Hall had not yet dissipated. Qian Daoliu's lips were slightly bleeding, and he stared solemnly at the center of the ruins.

There, Tang Hao's figure had vanished, leaving only a dull, lifeless Haotian Hammer stuck diagonally in the rubble, and a pool of glaring blood.

"Dead?" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan clutched his chest, looking at the pool of blood with shock and uncertainty.

Qian Daoliu slowly shook his head, his brows furrowed:

"No...that's not right. His aura...disappeared, but it also seemed...forcibly solidified and isolated by some force."

As a peerless Douluo, his perception far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Tang Hao's life force was indeed completely severed by the backlash of that hammer and their siege, but at the moment of death, an extremely subtle and indescribable fluctuation enveloped Tang Hao's corpse, isolating it in an untouchable realm.

It was an absolute, conceptual state of invincibility; no attack, not even his divine power, could penetrate that invisible barrier.

"It's that thing!"

Qian Daoliu suddenly noticed a mask that Tang Hao was wearing at his waist.

He didn't recall Tang Hao ever wearing a mask.

Upon closer inspection, the fluctuations were indeed emanating from the mask.

"What is this thing? Its function is so strange!"

As Qian Daoliu thought about it, his eyes widened in terror—

"The Holy Spirit Cult!"

It seems that such evil things must have originated from the Holy Spirit Cult throughout the entire continent.

Did Tang Hao join the Holy Spirit Cult?

Instead of fighting against the Holy Spirit Cult, they joined it?

Qian Daoliu's heart sank.

"There's a big problem with the prop he's wearing around his waist; he's relying on that mask!"

Qian Daoliu shouted.

Upon hearing this, the elders of the Spirit Hall's expressions changed drastically.

They immediately surrounded him, their powerful soul skills flashing, attempting to completely annihilate Tang Hao the moment he "resurrected".

However, no matter how violent the attack was, it was completely absorbed and dissipated by the invisible "invincible" barrier that struck Tang Hao's seemingly lifeless body, without even causing a ripple.

"Damn it! What kind of evil magic is this?!"

Ghost Douluo's voice carried a hint of fear.

"Unstoppable..."

A cold glint flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

"Get ready! Once he 'comes back to life,' suppress him with all our might!"

Time seemed to stand still.

Every second felt incredibly long.

The powerful figures of the Spirit Hall held their breath, gathering their soul power, and locked onto the center of the ruins.

Suddenly, the "corpse" opened its eyes!

In his murky pupils burned a vengeful flame even more frenzied than before.

"Hahahaha! Spirit Hall! You can't kill me!"

Tang Hao laughed wildly, his body suddenly springing up from the ground as if he had never been injured. He felt the surging power within him returning to its peak.

Without hesitation, he once again gathered the spirit rings around his body—

"Oh no, his spirit rings have recovered too, and he wants to use the ring explosion technique again!"

Qian Daoliu shouted that if Tang Hao used the two ring-exploding attacks, he might really be seriously injured.

As he spoke, he dodged to the side.

But it was too late.

"Great Sumeru Hammer! Explode—Ring—!"

Tang Hao roared again, unleashing the ninth spirit ring, the eighth spirit ring... until the light of the first spirit ring shone to its fullest extent, and then exploded with a deafening roar!

An even more terrifying torrent of energy surged into the Haotian Hammer, and the pitch-black hammer body, carrying a world-destroying power, slammed down fiercely towards Qian Daoliu and the others who were right next to it!

He intends to use this second explosive ring attack to completely shatter the foundation of the Spirit Hall!

However, just as that world-destroying power was about to erupt—

"puff--!"

Tang Hao's maniacal laughter suddenly froze, replaced by extreme pain and unbelievable horror!

His offensive suddenly weakened, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

An indescribable, life-force-driven pain and weakness swept over his entire body like a tsunami!

He felt his soul power, vitality, and even his soul were rapidly draining away and plummeting at an alarming rate!

The energy of the newly exploded soul ring, having lost the strong restraint of his body as a "container," instantly became violent and chaotic, like a wild horse running rampant within his body!

"Ugh!"

Tang Hao let out a shrill scream, spitting out blood. The illusory Haotian Hammer, which had gathered the power to destroy the world, rippled and dissipated violently like bubbles when it hit Qian Daoliu and the others! Its power was reduced to less than one-tenth!

With their exceptional eyesight, Qian Daoliu and the others immediately noticed Tang Hao's fatal anomaly and the rapid decline in his power. Although shocked by this sudden change, they reacted swiftly, and the defensive light barrier they jointly erected easily blocked the dissipating hammer shadow.

"No! Impossible! The side effects... how could they be... so strong?"

Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, and his body seemed to have been drained of all strength, making him sway unsteadily even when he was standing.

He knew that this resurrection artifact had side effects, but these side effects were far greater than Yu Xiaogang had told him.

He couldn't figure it out.

Tang Hao looked down at his trembling, cracked hands, feeling the plummeting soul power within him and the weakness and aging brought on by the instantaneous loss of twenty years of life force. A chilling thought slithered into his mind like a venomous snake: