Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

"Even if the Spirit Hall really investigates, with your grandfather, your uncle, and your father around, no one can touch you!"

"That nameless one was just a rogue cultivator; once he's dead, he's dead."

"Does the Spirit Hall really dare to start a war with my Clear Sky Sect over a dead man?"

Tang San was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

He was truly determined to die. After all, he knew his own limitations; his talent was only average, and his innate soul power was only cultivated through the Mysterious Heaven Technique. Since he had already left behind quite a few hidden weapon techniques, then…

What is there to fear about death?

If it were the Tang Sect before the time travel, sacrificing a disciple to save the sect's interests would be quite normal.

Haotian Sect...

loyalty!

He bowed again: "Thank you, Sect Master! Tang San did this only to eliminate future troubles and prevent Wuming from growing into a second Yu Xiaoheng, causing chaos in the Soul Master world."

"That's right!"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, "That nameless man's methods are despicable, and his talent is exactly the same as Yu Xiaoheng's. If he grows up, he will definitely be a menace."

As everyone talked, the atmosphere was harmonious, as if they could already see the future of the Haotian Sect eliminating its great enemy and becoming a force to be reckoned with.

Just then.

Whoosh-!

A dark shadow flew rapidly from the direction of Wuhun City, accompanied by a mournful whistling wind.

It was thrown out with terrifying force.

"Ok?"

Tang Wei's expression changed, and he raised his hand, his soul power surging as he tried to catch the dark figure.

boom!

The enormous impact forced Tang Wei back half a step, and the dark figure crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Everyone took a closer look.

He suddenly took a breath of cold air.

There was a person lying on the ground, his bones all broken, his chest collapsed, only exhaling and not inhaling.

Although the face was a bloody mess, its features were still vaguely recognizable.

It was Tang Jue, who had just gone off to assassinate someone in high spirits!

Like a dead dog.

"Elder Tang Jue!"

Tang Xiao exclaimed in shock and rushed forward to examine the body. His face turned deathly pale. "The meridians are shattered, and the bones are completely broken... How is this possible!"

Before the Haotian Sect members could recover from their shock...

Two terrifying pressures descended upon the hillside as if the sky were collapsing.

The figures of Sen Daoliu and Sen Xunji slowly descended from the night sky.

The two were surrounded by golden light, and their killing intent was almost tangible.

"The Haotian Sect has truly given me a great gift!"

Qian Daoliu's voice was icy cold; with each word he spoke, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped several degrees.

Tang Wei suppressed the surging blood within him, stepped forward, and said with a forced smile:

"High Priest, Your Holiness the Pope, what does this mean?"

"what for?"

Qian Xunji sneered and slammed his scepter heavily on the ground.

"Tang Wei, stop pretending!"

"Sending a Title Douluo to infiltrate the inner city of my Spirit City with the intention of assassinating the young master of my Spirit Hall—is this the way your Clear Sky Sect operates?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Wei and the others were struck dumb.

Murder of the young master?

Weren't they going to kill that Soul King named Wuming? How did it turn into murdering the young master?

And the young master??

Who is the young master?

When did the Spirit Hall acquire a young master?

Tang San stood at the back of the crowd, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

The script is wrong!

Could it be that the nameless one... has a special identity?

"This...this must be a misunderstanding!"

Tang Wei broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly explained, "Tang Jue was just dealing with a personal grudge against a Soul Master named Wuming. He had absolutely no intention of offending the young master of the Spirit Hall!"

"Personal grudge?"

Qian Daoliu laughed in extreme anger, unleashing his level 99 soul power without reservation.

boom!

Tang Wei felt as if a mountain had crashed into his chest. With a "poof," he spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered backward, and his face turned ashen.

"Tang Jue attacked with all his might in the courtyard where my granddaughter Qian Renxue is. Do you think he wasn't trying to kill my granddaughter?"

"Do you think I, Qian Daoliu, am blind?!"

A thousand feet of snow!

Upon hearing this name, both Tang Wei and Tang Hao's pupils contracted.

Of course they knew that the Qian family had a little girl, who was Qian Xunji's only daughter.

That idiot Tang Jue!

They actually rushed into Qian Renxue's courtyard to kill someone?

Tang San stood to the side.

How can this be?

unless……

correct!

That must be it!

Tang San's expression was grim.

He had planned everything, but he never expected that the nameless one would be hiding by Qian Renxue's side!

Damn!

How did that nameless person get involved with a key figure in the Spirit Hall?

"Tang Wei, none of you are leaving until you give us an explanation for what happened today!"

Qianxun took a step forward, and several streaks of light shot out from behind her. Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and other elders quickly surrounded the scene.

The situation instantly became extremely tense.

Tang Wei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the murderous Spirit Hall members around him, and then glanced at Tang Jue, who was half-dead on the ground, feeling bitter.

beat?

how to spell?

On the other side, there was a Limit Douluo, a Super Douluo, and a bunch of Title Douluos.

On their side, Tang Jue was crippled, Tang Hao was only a Soul Saint, and Tang San was still a child.

If this battle breaks out, the high-ranking members of the Haotian Sect will be wiped out here today.

What explanation do you want?

Tang Wei seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

He knew that the Haotian Sect had suffered a major setback today.

Not only did they fail to kill anyone, but they also crippled one of the elders and had to be ridden around and humiliated.

Is this the "grand gift" that Tang San mentioned?

This gift is far too heavy!

Qian Daoliu looked coldly at Tang Wei and slowly extended a hand.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, then pay up to save your life."

"Five million gold soul coins."

"If you shortchange me by even a penny, I'll take this damn hammer apart!"

Five million!

Upon hearing this number, Tang Wei felt dizzy and almost fainted.

This is almost ten years' worth of savings for the Haotian Sect!

But seeing Qian Daoliu's posture, ready to attack at any moment, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.

"it is good……"

Tang Wei gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger, "Give it to us! We'll give it to you!"

Half an hour later.

The Haotian Sect members left the territory of Wuhun City like stray dogs.

They came in full force, but left in a sorry state.