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Inside Feng Ran Pavilion, silence pressed down like a heavy blanket.
Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing stood stiffly in place.
Their expressions were complicated—awkwardness, guilt, and the faint panic of someone who had done something unspeakable.
Their eyes met.
They didn't need words.
Both sisters realized the same problem at the same time.
"Sister…" Zhu Zhuqing's red lips trembled, her voice as tiny as a mosquito's, "it seems… we forgot about the High Priest."
Zhu Zhuyun's expression twitched.
Forgot?
No—
They had personally thrown Qian Daoliu into a biochemical disaster zone.
This wasn't merely a fire pit.
It was a nuclear-grade, spirit-powered, lethal-fume zone.
Still, Zhu Zhuyun forcefully steadied her mindset.
Her voice grew righteous—too righteous.
"For the sake of preventing that filth from exploding inside Master's shop… sacrificing the High Priest was… unavoidable."
"Yes. The High Priest will definitely understand us."
Their words were confident.
Their eyes, however, anxiously drifted toward the enormous glass window.
Outside—
A thick, yellow, soul-corroding haze stubbornly lingered in front of the entrance.
And within that haze…
A Peerless Douluo was suffering the greatest humiliation of his life.
Qian Daoliu, Level 99, Angel God's High Priest—
Now had a pale face, watery eyes, and was gripping his nose and mouth, his body convulsing as he dry-heaved with the desperation of a drowning man.
"Ugh—!!"
He had fought countless battles.
He had faced armies, gods, and calamities.
But today—
Today he faced something that could not be fought with spirit power.
Toxicity.
A smell potent enough to awaken the dead.
His entire worldview collapsed as he staggered, forcing himself not to faint.
Gritting his teeth, he dragged his gaze toward the source of this biological warfare.
Yu Xiaogang.
Sprawled on the ground like a defeated worm, twitching uncontrollably.
One hand clutched his crotch—
shattered.
The other covered his backside—
annihilated by damage sharing.
Zhu Zhuyun's kick had destroyed his future.
Zhu Zhuqing's kick (transmitted via Luo San Pao) had destroyed his… present.
Front and back combo.
Double critical hit.
Life-ending trauma.
Qian Daoliu's killing intent erupted.
This trash again?!
First he dared to step foot into Spirit City.
Now he dared to unleash a weapon of mass olfactory destruction at the entrance of Senior's shop?!
"Filth!"
Qian Daoliu stormed forward and, without restraint, delivered a devastating kick.
His foot smashed into Yu Xiaogang's backside with the force of divine punishment.
BOOM!
Yu Xiaogang flew like a broken sandbag, ricocheting down the alley before crashing face-first into the distant wall.
He slid down with the tragic dignity of a dead fish.
Qian Daoliu scraped his shoe repeatedly on the ground.
"…Tch. Bad luck."
Deep in the Withered Cave
In a desolate cavern devoid of moisture, color, or life…
Light seemed to die before reaching the walls.
Tang Hao stood silently before a dying Blue Silver Grass.
Not a normal plant—
but Ah Yin, the once-noble Blue Silver Emperor.
Now withered.
Dry.
Gray.
Barely clinging to existence.
Cracked soil surrounded her roots, thirsting for water that never came.
She needed sunlight.
Rain.
Life.
She received none.
Tang Hao avoided looking at her dying state, choosing instead to fixate on the last leaf that still held a hint of its former beauty.
"Ah Yin…"
His voice was gravel against stone.
"Little San is doing very well."
"At only twelve, his spirit power is nearly level 30. Even more outstanding than I was."
He forced a prideful smile.
But his eyes were hollow—empty—and never once looked directly at the dying Blue Silver Emperor behind him.
He wasn't reporting.
He was justifying.
"Your sacrifice… was worth it."
And he knew.
He knew very well—
He had placed her here.
In a place without sunlight.
Without moisture.
A place where she would inevitably die.
He could bring water with a single burst of spirit power.
He could create a nourishing environment with ease.
But his hand—
hovered painfully in the air, trembling—
then fell limp at his side.
He turned his back to her.
"This place is very safe."
He spoke softly, as if comforting her.
And himself.
"No one will disturb you."
Yes.
No one would.
Not even Life.
The "safe haven" he chose…
was merely a slow death.
A quiet tomb.
Maybe—
Deep inside his own twisted guilt—
He wanted her to fade.
To disappear completely.
So his sins, his mistakes, his selfishness…
Would finally die along with her.
Just as Tang Hao sank deeper into this delusion—
His expression tightened.
His eyes sharpened.
"Spirit Masters?"
Multiple spirit power fluctuations appeared near the foot of the mountain.
Tang Hao stepped out of the cave and looked down from the cliff.
Several Spirit Hall spirit masters were searching the forest.
Spirit Hall's hounds.
They actually found this place?!
Tang Hao's aura darkened.
Murderous intent erupted.
This place was exposed.
He whispered toward the cave:
"Ah Yin, wait for me."
Wait for me to kill these pests.
Then we will… find another place.
An even more hidden grave.
The Clear Sky Hammer materialized in his hand—
black, heavy, radiating tyranny.
Tang Hao soared into the air, raising the hammer high, intending to crush the hillside—
and the intruders—
in a single blow.
But the moment he swung down—
—his soul trembled.
A scorching power exploded from below, so potent it defied reason.
Not flame.
Not spirit power.
A divine-level heat.
Tang Hao's pupils shrank violently.
Without hesitation, he twisted mid-air, abandoning his attack and rolling away.
BOOOOM!!!
A crimson-gold fire pillar erupted, brushing past him and blasting into the sky.
Half the forest vanished into ash.
Trees didn't even burn—
they simply ceased to exist.
Tang Hao hit the ground hard, drenched in cold sweat.
He looked up—
And froze in horror.
An incredibly voluptuous woman now stood before the Spirit Hall spirit masters.
Her entire body was wreathed in crimson-gold flames.
Level 94.
A Titled Douluo.
But her flames—
that oppressive, incinerating aura—
far surpassed what her rank should allow.
"Spirit Kite Douluo…?"
The only female Elder of Spirit Hall.
Infamously hot-tempered.
Infamously reckless.
But he'd never heard that her flames…
were this terrifying.
Tang Hao?!
The Spirit Kite Douluo also recognized him instantly.
A brief flicker of surprise—
Then excitement flared in her burning eyes.
But not at him.
Her gaze swept past Tang Hao—
Stopped on the cave.
Locked onto the dying Blue Silver Emperor inside.
She burst into arrogant laughter.
"I was wondering how long I'd have to search—"
"But to think you'd walk right out yourself!"
"The Blue Silver Emperor must be right nearby, isn't she?"
Her laughter shook the entire forest.
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