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

Yu Xiaogang! It was Yu Xiaogang! He lied to me! This damned resurrection item, these terrifying side effects… He deliberately concealed it, just to make me seek my own death in front of the Spirit Hall! He's using someone else to do his dirty work!

But actually, it's not Yu Xiaogang's or Ning Rongrong's fault.

Even if Ning Rongrong allowed Yu Xiaogang to tell Tang Hao about all the recorded side effects of the Holy Spirit Cult, this situation could not be avoided.

It's very simple—

Before this, no one had ever resurrected on the spot and fought again.

So of course, no one knew that the "invincibility barrier" during the resurrection process was just a way to postpone the damage.

Not to mention that Tang Hao's self-destructive moves simultaneously pushed him to his absolute limit, pushing him to his limit. However, this limit gradually decreases, so Tang Hao's body was quickly destroyed by the overload of attacks.

Of course, the most crucial point is that even the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult herself is unaware of this, because this thing was not created by her at all.

The moment he sensed something was wrong with his body, Tang Hao's bestial instincts, honed through countless life-or-death battles, overwhelmed his madness for revenge.

Live on! We must live on! Only by living on can we settle this blood debt with Yu Xiaogang!

"Qian Daoliu! Spirit Hall! I, Tang Hao, will remember this grudge! When I return, I will make you pay for this in blood!"

Tang Hao used his last bit of strength to let out a roar filled with resentment and bitterness.

Chapter 105 concludes here.

However, to the members of the Spirit Hall at this moment, these harsh words sounded more like a declaration of humiliation.

Before he finished speaking, Tang Hao suddenly swung the Haotian Hammer, which he could barely hold, at Qian Daoliu and the others. Using the recoil, he stomped his foot hard, and his whole body transformed into a dim blood-red stream of light. With a desperate speed that was almost like burning his life, he fled madly out of Wuhun City!

Their speed was much slower than when they came, carrying a sense of panicked escape.

Qian Daoliu's eyes narrowed, and he was about to give chase when he sensed that while Tang Hao's aura was rapidly moving away, his soul power level was also plummeting, and his life force was as weak as a candle in the wind.

He raised his hand to stop the group from giving chase:

“There’s no need to chase him. He… is already ruined. His soul power has plummeted, his foundation is destroyed, and his life force is exhausted… He won’t live much longer. The price of that resurrection spell is far more terrifying than he imagined.”

Qian Daoliu looked in the direction where Tang Hao disappeared, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but more so a sense of apprehension towards that strange resurrection item.

In his mind, he had already ruled out the idea that Tang Hao was a disciple of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Instead, they are more inclined to believe that someone is tempting Tang Hao.

Where could that person be...?

Only three words came to mind—

Haotian Sect!

……

Late at night. A quiet grove of trees on the outskirts of Shrek Academy.

A figure fell from the sky like a tattered sack, crashing heavily to the ground with a "bang," kicking up a cloud of dust.

He was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and his exposed skin was covered with terrifying cracks and charred marks caused by the backlash of his soul power. His aura was as weak as a wisp of smoke, and his soul power fluctuations were so low that they were almost imperceptible. He was not even as strong as an ordinary person.

This was Tang Hao, who had exhausted his last bit of strength and fled here on instinct.

He struggled to get up, but even moving a finger was incredibly difficult. His vision was blurred, and his consciousness teetered on the edge of unconsciousness.

All that remained in his heart was boundless hatred: hatred for the Spirit Hall, and even more so for Yu Xiaogang, who had pushed him into the abyss with false information!

Just then, a tall, imposing figure appeared at the edge of the woods, like an iron tower. It was Zhao Wuji, on night patrol. He had keenly sensed the unusual activity and a faint, almost imperceptible, smell of blood.

"Who?" Zhao Wuji shouted, his soul power surging, and the Mighty Vajra Bear Martial Soul instantly possessed him, with seven soul rings flashing as he cautiously approached.

When he parted the bushes and, by the dim moonlight, saw the face of the person on the ground, Zhao Wuji was struck dumb, frozen in place!

His pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size, the muscles on his face contorted with extreme shock and disbelief, his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg, and he even stopped breathing!

"Your Majesty Haotian?"

The bloodied figure lying on the ground, barely breathing and looking like a cripple, was none other than Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo who had beaten him senseless and dominated the continent just a few weeks ago!

How...how is this possible?

Zhao Wuji's mind went blank; the immense shock rendered him almost incapable of thinking. The horrifying scene before him was more terrifying than any sudden attack by a soul beast.

Soon, this shocking news alerted the college's teachers.

When Yu Xiaogang was summoned, his face turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the weak, withered "corpse" on the ground, he still couldn't believe that Haotian Douluo would end up like this.

He knew the reason.

Tang Hao was lured by Ning Rongrong's master to the Spirit Hall for revenge.

Then they lost.

Everything went as the master had predicted.

Yu Xiaogang gasped.

but……

Yu Xiao began to worry.

This is what happens after using a resurrection item.

Even Haotian Douluo met the same fate.

What about him?

Fortunately, I chose the right person to follow.

He was relieved.

This matter has already been communicated to Ning Rongrong, who has not yet returned to Shrek Academy, via the mental link.

There was simply no response.

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reality.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Lu Ma stretched lazily, his joints making a series of soft cracking sounds.

"Phew..." He let out a long breath.

Tired, really tired.

He played the game for a full six hours straight after starting at 10:00 AM.

I didn't eat lunch, and I didn't drink much water either.

Scenes from the story I had just experienced flashed through my mind.

His fingers were also calculating what he had done in the game.

He convened a meeting of the Holy Spirit Cult, plotted against Tang Hao, searched for Holy Soul Coins in the Black Tiger Sect, killed an elder in the Elephant Armor Sect to obtain a scroll to improve himself, and incidentally also obtained a Holy Soul Coin.

Before logging off, he deliberately instructed Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi, and others to say that they were not in a hurry to go to the Wind Sword Sect. Besides being tired, it was also an experiment.

He wanted to see what the character would do after he made it clear he wanted to take a break.

Should they rest all the time, or should they take a day off and then conscientiously wipe out the Wind Sword Sect?

It would be best to open the treasure chest as well.

However, the probability is a bit low.

Based on the previous experience of mitosis involving moving stones, it should continue to rest.

After thinking for a little while, my stomach started growling.

Lu Ma got up, grabbed a bucket of instant noodles, and then went to boil some water.

I'll stop by to buy three sausages and a bottle of iced tea.

The place isn't far; it's just to the left of the apartment building entrance, you don't even need to cross the street.

As soon as he stepped outside, Lu Ma sneezed.

I shook my head; I felt a little dizzy.

He felt that he was probably sick.

But it's really nothing.

Just as a common fever doesn't affect students going to school or office workers going to work, it doesn't affect Lu Ma playing games—something that's even easier to do than the former two.

Lu Ma still thinks that way at this moment.

Back at the apartment.

The water hasn't boiled yet.

Lu Ma first opened the instant noodle packaging and put the seasoning and sausage inside.

Then we begin to wait.

With nothing to do, he took out his phone and started scrolling.

My private inbox is mostly filled with unimportant notifications and group chat messages.

As for fan messages, those surged briefly after the game was taken offline, but there aren't many left now.

He quickly scanned the videos, then started watching more, but still nothing seemed to interest him.

The rumbling in my empty stomach grew louder.

"Achoo!" Another loud sneeze made Lu Ma's head buzz.

He rubbed his dry, burning eyes, his vision a little blurry. His physical condition didn't seem to be very good.

"Ah, the water is boiling."

Lu Ma got up, made himself some instant noodles, and returned to his seat.

The phone screen lights up.

There's news.