Chapter 41: A Titled Douluo Attack? People Die When They Are Killed!
Another bright and sunny afternoon.
At the western gate of Suo Tuo City, a mysterious woman wearing a silver mask slowly stepped out. Her figure was graceful, her curves alluring.
At first, she strolled leisurely. But as time passed, her pace grew faster and faster.
By the end, she was moving so swiftly that a fierce wind trailed in her wake.
It seemed she was hurrying toward some city in the west.
Only after running dozens of li, when there was no one left in sight, did it suddenly happen.
"Little girl."
A low voice exploded beside her ear like a clap of thunder.
Whoosh!
Immediately after, a terrifying pressure swept over her like a tidal wave.
It was so overwhelming that even the air seemed to solidify.
Zhu Zhuqing, who had been running, froze mid-motion. Carried forward by inertia, her body pitched toward the ground.
"Hiss…"
Enduring the pressure, Zhu Zhuqing forced herself to lift her head.
Ten meters ahead stood a tall, broad-shouldered figure dressed in black, his face hidden beneath a black hood.
He simply stood there casually, yet an aura of suffocating authority radiated from him.
"Hell Spirit Cat Possession!"
Zhu Zhuqing bit down and shouted softly, transforming into her Hell Spirit Cat form to gain greater power.
Three soul rings rotated with difficulty beneath her feet under the crushing pressure.
Yet even after martial soul possession and another surge in strength, she found herself unable to move even an inch.
The terrifying pressure was like a tangible set of shackles, locking every muscle and strand of her soul power in place.
"What terrifying pressure…"
Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth and stared solemnly at the man in black.
To suppress her so easily after her physique had been enhanced again…
At the very least, this person had to be a Soul Douluo or above!
"No. This is pressure at the level of a Titled Douluo!"
Bai Lu immediately gave the precise answer.
Before he broke through one hundred thousand years, he had once been hunted down by a Titled Douluo after losing himself in slaughter.
He was all too familiar with that kind of pressure.
And the person before them, despite hiding his identity behind a mask, combined with that domineering aura, towering build, and the timing and location…
His identity had already been guessed.
That's right. The legendary Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!
"Senior… who might you be… why suddenly attack this junior…"
Zhu Zhuqing spoke with difficulty, her voice trembling under the pressure.
"I'm merely an ordinary soul master passing by."
The man in black, Tang Hao, smiled playfully.
"I didn't expect to encounter a genius like you in a small place like Suo Tuo City. I haven't stretched my muscles in quite some time. I followed along just to exchange a few moves with a talent like you."
His tone was relaxed, as though this were truly just a friendly spar after a chance encounter.
"I am merely a small Soul Elder. I am not worthy of such serious attention from Senior."
Zhu Zhuqing forced herself upright, deliberately showing weakness.
"No, no. You're far too modest."
Tang Hao chuckled and shook his head.
If Zhu Zhuqing had merely been a normal genius soul master, then even if she did not join Shrek and was not an ally, even if she had beaten Tang San half to death in public, he would not casually make a move against a junior out of the pride of a Titled Douluo.
But the question was: was she a normal genius soul master?
"At the age of twelve, reaching an unprecedented rank 39. That alone is enough for me to take you seriously."
"And more importantly…"
Tang Hao paused, his meaningful gaze sweeping over her body.
"Your physical condition… is far too strong."
A trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.
"Even when I first entered the Soul King realm and had already fused with a soul bone, my physique might not have surpassed yours now as a mere Soul Elder."
"I am a power attack system soul master. You are an agility attack system soul master. Do you understand what that implies?"
Zhu Zhuqing pressed her lips together.
"What does it imply?"
"It implies…"
Tang Hao's voice turned cold.
"Even if you encountered unprecedented heavenly treasures to enhance your physique, I conservatively estimate you possess no fewer than three soul bones right now. And all of them are high-quality ten-thousand-year soul bones."
His gaze was as sharp as a blade as he stared at her.
"Tell me, is someone like you worth taking seriously?"
"…These are merely Senior's guesses."
Zhu Zhuqing replied calmly.
"Is that so?"
Tang Hao countered. "Then would you dare let me examine your bones?"
"So… what exactly do you intend to do?"
Zhu Zhuqing's expression instantly turned cold.
"An innocent man is guilty by virtue of possessing a treasure. What do you think?"
Tang Hao sneered.
"I've observed. You're alone. If you had joined the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, or if you hadn't left the city, it would have been inconvenient for me to act."
"But now… heh."
Greed and killing intent were laid bare in his laughter.
A Soul Elder, not an ally, someone who had bullied his son, carrying multiple soul bones, and truly with no one backing her… It was difficult not to stir up killing intent in the Clear Sky Douluo.
After all, even the three inherited soul bones of the Clear Sky Sect were merely ten-thousand-year quality.
As for scruples?
Flender and the others might hesitate. Tang Hao would not.
He was a man who once battled the forces of Spirit Hall led by Pope Qian Xunji for three days and nights.
Rules? Reputation?
Those were things the weak needed to worry about.
If one Soul Elder vanished from the world, who would truly care?
"Is there really… no peaceful resolution?"
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head slightly, her voice soft.
A will took over this body.
Within her deep, cat-like eyes, a crimson hue quietly surfaced.
"What do you think?"
Tang Hao could not help but laugh.
A mere Soul Elder asking a Titled Douluo whether things could be settled peacefully?
Naive.
"I once heard a saying."
The girl's calm voice suddenly rang out.
"Oh?"
Tang Hao arched a brow, willing to hear her last words.
"People die when they are killed."
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly raised her head. Unprecedented scarlet killing intent erupted from her eyes.
The murderous aura around her condensed into something tangible, like a blade drawn from its sheath. In an instant, it tore apart Tang Hao's Titled Douluo pressure.
White Tiger Killing God Transformation.
The moment the soul skill was activated, the girl's strength doubled, and her combat awareness surged again.
Phantom Flash.
With one step shattering the darkness beneath her feet, her figure closed the distance as if teleporting.
Hell Rush Stab.
Sharp cat claws infused with hell power extended from both hands. Accelerating again, she thrust toward Tang Hao's throat and abdomen.
Crimson Flame Explosive Charge.
Her right hand flared like ghostly fire, erupting with terrifying impact.
Shatter the Mountain and Split the Earth.
Gravity Force Pressure.
Her entire left hand shone white. The cat paw expanded, its power doubling once more, carrying an attack capable of crushing mountains and splitting earth. A peculiar gravity field pressed forward silently.
Hell Piercing Strike.
As the third soul ring lit up, the claws gained an additional fifty percent armor-piercing effect. Their sharpness became unstoppable, transforming into an indestructible spike that pierced forward.
In less than a second, "Zhu Zhuqing" transformed from a slender cat girl into the fiercest of hunters.
Multiple soul skills were unleashed simultaneously in a single instant, stacking madly atop one another.
The power of this strike was such that even a fully prepared Soul Saint might not withstand it perfectly.
And a Titled Douluo without martial soul possession, without activating soul skills, was not a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, nor a god.
He was merely a human.
A human without an indestructible body.
And humans, once killed, will die.
End of Chapter