Chapter 202: The Wanted Order for Yu Xiaogang and Tang Hao
Bibi Dong and the Titled Douluos of Spirit Hall descended from the sky. Though seven of them had joined forces, none were injured; instead, Tang Hao suffered severe backlash.
Gazing in the direction Tang Hao fled, Bibi Dong's expression remained calm.
In truth, if she had wanted to forcibly detain Tang Hao, it would not have been difficult. However, doing so would have meant destroying the Pope's Palace—and that was something she could not allow.
"Your Holiness! Let Old Ghost and me chase after him! I guarantee we'll bring Tang Hao back!" Chrysanthemum Douluo growled, preparing to pursue in the same direction.
Bibi Dong stopped both Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, shaking her head. "There's no need to chase."
"Your Holiness! If Old Chrysanthemum and I use our Martial Fusion technique together, we can definitely capture Tang Hao!" Ghost Douluo insisted.
"Your Polarized Still Domain is indeed formidable," Bibi Dong replied firmly, "but Tang Hao is no ordinary opponent. He still hasn't used the Haotian Sect's secret technique—Ring Detonation."
Luo Ling, observing from the side, noted that the situation had already diverged from what he remembered of the original events. With the immortal herbs empowering them, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo had already reached Rank 95. Even against Tang Hao, also Rank 95, the two were no longer at a disadvantage.
"Are we just going to let it go like this?" Chrysanthemum Douluo said unwillingly.
"Of course not!" Bibi Dong snorted coldly. "Pass down my order—issue a wanted notice for Tang Hao and Tang San, and put pressure on the Haotian Sect while you're at it!"
"If Tang San is part of that heretical sect, then perhaps the Haotian Sect also worships it!"
"Your Holiness, what about Yu Xiaogang and the others?" asked Ghost Douluo.
At the mention of Yu Xiaogang's name, Bibi Dong paused. She had been so focused on Tang Hao that she nearly forgot about him.
By now, Yu Xiaogang had already escaped with Flender and Zhao Wuji, leaving Liu Erlong and the remaining Shrek members behind, confused and helpless.
"List them as wanted as well! Spread the news about Yu Xiaogang and the Primordial God Sect, and inform Emperor Xue Ye of Heaven Dou!" said Bibi Dong indifferently.
With that, she turned and left. The other Titled Douluos soon followed.
Only after they departed did the onlookers finally regain their senses.
Tang Hao's violent rampage during the Spirit Master Tournament had terrified everyone, and to think that Yu Xiaogang and his group were associated with a heretic sect—it was shocking.
Despite everything, the tournament did not end prematurely.
The referee announced the match over, declaring Heaven Dou Imperial Academy the victor.
Back in Heaven Dou Academy's lounge, everyone's eyes were on Luo Ling.
His display of strength had been overwhelming: a fifteen-year-old Spirit Emperor with a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring—an impossible legend.
However, under their gazes, Luo Ling's face suddenly went pale, his body swaying weakly.
Noticing his condition, everyone rushed to his side to support him.
"Luo Ling! Are you alright?" Shi Mo asked anxiously.
Luo Ling gave a faint, pale smile. "Tang Hao's overwhelming aura injured me slightly. I don't think I'll be able to compete tomorrow."
Everyone's expressions changed at once—joy and victory replaced by worry.
"What? Are you badly hurt? We'll find a healing-type Spirit Master right away!" Dugu Yan said anxiously.
Luo Ling shook his head weakly. "It's an issue related to my martial spirit. I'll need three days of rest."
"What should we do about tomorrow's final?" Oslo blurted out.
"You'll have to handle it yourselves." Luo Ling exhaled and sank into a chair, visibly exhausted.
Dugu Yan sat beside him, frowning at Oslo. "What, you can't fight without Xiao Ling?"
"I… I didn't mean that…" Oslo stammered awkwardly.
But everyone in Heaven Dou Academy knew exactly what he meant.
They had reached the finals entirely thanks to Luo Ling. Without him, they had almost no chance against Spirit Hall Academy.
Dugu Yan glanced helplessly at Luo Ling.
She knew all too well that his current state was an act—he simply didn't want to face Spirit Hall Academy.
After all, Luo Ling was Spirit Hall's own Holy Son, and those three spirit bones were clearly meant for the Hall's Golden Generation.
…
Outside Spirit City, deep within a forest, Flender and Zhao Wuji finally stopped, setting Yu Xiaogang down.
"Xiaogang, what should we do now? The Primordial God Sect's secret is exposed. It won't be long before the entire spirit master world knows about us." Flender looked grim.
Now that everything was out in the open, all they could do was flee. He couldn't even care for the other Shrek students anymore and could only hope that Ma Hongjun and the others wouldn't be discovered.
"Flender! Let them find out! We still have the Blood Demon Ritual. We can hide somewhere remote, hunt spirit beasts, or raid some prison. Once we reach Titled Douluo level, even Spirit Hall will have to think twice before crossing us!" Zhao Wuji growled fiercely.
Yu Xiaogang slowly came to his senses. Hearing their words, he finally accepted his reality.
The truth about the Primordial God Sect was exposed. He, Yu Xiaogang, had been branded an Evil Spirit Master. His reputation was finished.
He had devoted his life to proving himself, even plagiarizing the "Ten Core Theories of Martial Spirits" in an attempt to make a name.
But now, that path was gone forever.
From this point on, no one would call him "Master." They would only see him as an evil man.
Spirit Hall would certainly never forgive him. All he could do now was live in hiding like a fugitive.
His heart sank into despair.
Flender, seeing his lifelong friend's state, sighed quietly.
"Don't lose hope, Xiaogang. Zhao Wuji's right. Once we grow stronger through the Blood Demon Ritual, we can rise again. Even Spirit Hall won't be able to touch us then."
He continued, "You could perform the sacrifice ritual again. You broke through last time with the Blood Demon method, remember? In the future, you might even reach Titled Douluo!"
Yu Xiaogang lowered his head, deep in thought. Flender's words were not wrong. He recalled the image of the God of the Primordial One.
That divine being had promised—he would one day become a Pope!
So what if Spirit Hall put a bounty on him? Once he founded a powerful Primordial God Sect through the Blood Demon Ritual, he might even challenge Spirit Hall itself!
Yu Xiaogang lifted his head abruptly, eyes shining with newfound resolve.
"Flender, you're right!" Yu Xiaogang declared, standing tall. "We still have the Blood Demon Ritual!"
"So what if it's Spirit Hall? We have the favor of a god!" he said passionately.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang regain his spirit, Flender couldn't help but smile.
(END CHAPTER)
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