bookbashuk Chapter 790 The Power of Night 7 Wind
Chapter 790 The Power of Night 7 Wind
Chapter 790 The Power of Night Seven Wind
Tang Hao, supporting himself on his one leg, stood up and said to Tang San:
"Let's go. It's not far from where I took you to cultivate in seclusion last time. It won't take long to get there."
"From now on, you shall cultivate there."
"Before you gain my approval, I will subject you to a series of special training sessions."
"Since you've chosen the path of a Soul Master and made a high-profile appearance before the Spirit Hall, you have no way out but to become stronger. Otherwise, you'll forever live in the shadows like a rat."
"When your cultivation reaches a level that satisfies me, I will take you to a place."
Tang Hao's deep voice continued to ring out.
However, he didn't notice that the moment he stood up, Tang San seemed to freeze, his previously excited gaze now completely blank.
Around the campfire, there was still the familiar figure of my father.
But when Tang San's gaze fell on his left leg, his heart began to tremble uncontrollably.
The temperament I had cultivated over more than a decade seemed to shatter at this moment.
His heart ached so much he could hardly breathe.
"Father, your legs."
Tang San cried out almost tremblingly, his figure flashing, his jaw trembling as he lunged at Tang Hao.
At this moment, Tang Hao had stood up and stood firmly by the campfire, but only one leg supported his body.
The entire left leg was severed at the root.
Standing there was an elderly man with only one leg.
Seeing Tang San's sudden and intense reaction, Tang Hao was slightly taken aback, a trace of melancholy flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
Having lost his entire left leg, Tang Hao was naturally heartbroken, and could even be described as devastated.
After all, the price paid was too high, and it could be described as a heavy loss.
While his mobility was greatly affected, the most important thing was that his strength plummeted, dropping from a level 95 Super Douluo to a level 85 Soul Douluo.
Because inside that left leg was a piece of soul bone he had absorbed, and it was an extremely precious soul bone inherited from the Haotian Sect.
The loss of his soul bone caused his soul power to plummet by ten levels, and at this point, he was no longer even a Title Douluo.
Moreover, he had lost the Clear Sky Sect's inherited soul bone; how was he going to explain this to the Clear Sky Sect?
At this moment, Tang Hao felt deeply guilty, and his heartache was no less than that of Tang San Shao.
No matter how much grief or resentment they felt, they could only force themselves to remain calm and composed.
Tang Hao feigned composure, his expression no longer as serious and stiff as before, but instead carrying a faint smile. He raised his hand and patted Tang San's head, pretending to be relaxed.
"It's just losing a leg, it's no big deal."
Feeling Tang Hao's affectionate touch, Tang San should have been moved and enjoyed it, as such a tender gesture was something he had never experienced before.
But at this moment, Tang San's heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles.
Just then, the night wind blew by, lifting the tattered hood covering Tang Hao's head and revealing his aged face, cloudy and dim eyes, and snow-white, withered hair.
"Who is it, Father? Who has hurt you like this?"
Tang San's eyes instantly turned red, and he almost gritted his teeth as he roared out those words.
Driven by extreme rage, Tang San was like a furious lion, his unparalleled and intense killing intent bursting forth uncontrollably.
In an instant, it seemed as if the surrounding air had turned icy cold.
Tang Hao didn't answer immediately; instead, his eyes lit up, and he thought to himself:
"I knew I wasn't wrong. This adopted son has the potential to become a killing machine. With such a strong killing aura, if I send him to that place, he will definitely thrive."
"As expected of an old monster."
"It seems we should consider sending him in sooner rather than later."
"But we can't rush it. This kid seems intelligent, resourceful, and decisive, but he is obviously a bit impatient and not calm enough. His strength is not yet up to par."
"To be on the safe side, we should polish it for a while longer."
Thinking of this, Tang Hao felt overjoyed, but the smile on his face faded slightly, and he frowned and asked:
"Silly boy, what are you doing?"
"Do you intend to avenge me?"
"With your current abilities, what can you do?"
"It's just throwing your life away. That's not revenge, it's stupidity."
Tang San was speechless for a moment:
"Father, it's me."
But looking at his father's empty, broken leg, Tang San's tears still flowed uncontrollably.
The youngest titled Douluo had become an old man before him, looking like he was on his last legs. This was his father!
He used to be so strong, so domineering, so arrogant, the father I admired so much!
A powerful killing intent surged from his chest, and at that moment, Tang San's eyes were gradually turning blood red.
"Father, you just need to tell me who hurt you like this."
As if squeezing it out from between his teeth, Tang San remained determined to know the answer.
Upon seeing this, Tang Hao's expression turned serious, and he stared intently at Tang San. After a long while, he sighed and chose to tell the truth:
"Alright, I won't mind telling you."
"You also know the person who turned me into this. He is the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Ye Qifeng."
"My leg was severed by him with a single stroke."
Tang San was stunned:
"What? The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall? Ye Qifeng? It's him?"
He simply couldn't believe that all of this was actually done by Ye Qifeng, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.
This was immediately followed by deep skepticism:
"No, how could that be? How could he possibly hurt you?"
Tang San looked at Tang Hao, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief:
"Father, are you mistaken?"
"As far as I know, the strength of that Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is at most no more than the level of an 80th-level Soul Douluo."
"After all, when I first met him more than two years ago, he was only just over level 70, possessing the strength of a Soul Saint."
"In just two years, he probably won't be able to reach level 80 or higher."
"Even if he has truly cultivated to the Soul Douluo level, you are a ninety-five Super Douluo. The huge difference in strength is there. How could he possibly harm you?"
Tang Hao smiled bitterly:
"Surprised? Unexpected?"
"Hehe, actually it's not just you, I was just as surprised and taken aback, but that's just how it is."
"That kid not only possesses the cultivation level of an 80th-level Soul Douluo, but also has combat power far exceeding his own limits. He can even fight across realms, and directly cross two major realms."
"Although I was only focused on getting you and Xiao Wu to escape at the time, I underestimated him to some extent. Plus, I was caught off guard by his sneak attack and suffered a great loss, losing a leg to him."
"But no matter what, that Holy Son of the Spirit Hall does indeed possess the strength of a Title Douluo."
"I can say that this person is absolutely the most powerful and talented young Soul Master I have ever seen, without exception."
Meeting Tang San's shocked gaze, Tang Hao's expression became extremely serious:
Do you know what his martial soul is, and what his soul ring configuration is?
Before Tang San could speak, Tang Hao had already given his answer:
"His martial spirit is actually the same as yours; he has two."
"In other words, he is also a person with exceptional talent who possesses twin martial souls, whose talent is no less than yours, and may even be better than yours."
"Moreover, his spirit rings are the same as those of the seven girls from the Spirit Hall's second team, the opponents you encountered in the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament. They are spirit rings that have exceeded the theoretical limits of spirit master absorption, and they are even more terrifying."
"Because from his first spirit ring, he absorbed at the extreme limit, even with a purple thousand-year spirit ring as his foundation."
"But that's not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that his eighth spirit ring is red."
"You know what a red spirit ring means; it's a 100,000-year spirit ring, and its power goes without saying."
"This is the key reason why he was able to bypass two major realms to launch a sneak attack and severely injure me."
Hearing his father's words, Tang San's black pupils widened dramatically, and he stood there dumbfounded, as if he had been struck by lightning and was shocked to the core.
Tang Hao's eyes were deep and unfathomable as he looked up at him:
"Now, do you still want to go after him to avenge me? Are you confident you can defeat him?"
"I"
Two questions were thrown at him in quick succession, and Tang San was shocked. He snapped out of his daze but couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
At this moment, the red light in his eyes and the killing intent and baleful aura on his body had disappeared, leaving only shock and bewilderment.
Yes, if what my father said is true, and that Spirit Hall's Holy Son Ye Qifeng is so terrifyingly strong, then how could I possibly defeat him?
Can I catch up with him through hard work and cultivation?
Can he avenge his father, himself, and Xiao Wu?
After stammering for a while, Tang San still couldn't get the answer he wanted, but he was not one to give up easily.
How do you know if it will work if you don't try?
Perhaps with the methods of a Soul Master, I might not be a match for Ye Qifeng, but he has the inner sect secrets of the Tang Sect, the Xuan Tian Treasure Record, and hidden weapons.
So what if he has the combat power of a Title Douluo?
If he could make the strongest hidden weapons from the Xuan Tian Bao Lu Hidden Weapon Hundred Solutions, he could shoot down not only Ye Qifeng, but even gods above level 100.
With this in mind, Tang San suddenly felt more confident.
He looked up at Tang Hao and said firmly:
"Father, don't worry, I can. No, not just can, I definitely will. I will definitely surpass him!"
Tang Hao was stunned for a moment.
Although it's unclear where Tang San's sudden confidence came from, it's a good thing that he's been able to pull himself together.
Tang Hao didn't say anything more, lest he hurt him further.
He casually pulled a dirty little cloth bag from his tattered black robe and tossed it into Tang San's hands:
"Take this. It contains some dry rations. Eat them as you walk to fill your stomach."
After saying that, Tang Hao swung his left arm, unleashing his soul power to extinguish the campfire in front of him and cover up the traces.
He immediately sprang into the air, and although he only had one leg, his speed was still astonishing, and he leaped directly in a certain direction.
Tang San, holding the small cloth bag, stared blankly at the unidentified dried food casually wrapped inside. He remained stunned for a moment until his father's figure was about to disappear from sight before he reacted and hurriedly followed, using his Ghost Shadow Tracking technique.
Tang Hao's soul power plummeted by ten levels due to the loss of his soul bone, and his cultivation level dropped to the level 85 Soul Douluo. He no longer possessed the ability to fly, so naturally he could not fly with Tang San.
The road ahead is one that Tang San must walk alone.
Of course, this is also a test for him.
Special training has begun at this moment.
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Wuhun City.
After Qian Daoliu sensed something was wrong in Martial Soul City and witnessed a horrifying scene, he disappeared from the Hall of Worship.
When he reappeared, he had already arrived at Ye Qifeng's Holy Son Palace, which was formerly the Holy Maiden Palace, in front of Bibi Dong's bedroom.
It seems like it was fourteen years ago when I last came here.
At that time, Bibi Dong was imprisoned here and not allowed to leave. In order to reach an agreement with Bibi Dong and promote her to the position of Pope, he had no choice but to come here to meet her.
Now, because of that brat Ye Qifeng, I've come here again.
Qian Daoliu did not stop or make any move; he seemed to transform into holy light and shone into the Holy Son's Palace.
next moment.
His figure appeared out of thin air in front of a hall inside the Holy Son Temple.
This is the front hall of the Holy Son's Palace, which is now full of people. All the girls who are on good terms with Ye Qifeng have gathered here.
The seven girls of the Spirit Hall's second team: Ruiwen, Fengxian, Yelan, Jin Yue'er, Zhu Zhuqing, Bai Chenxiang, and Xiao Mingyue.
Ye Qifeng's official girlfriend, Huo Wu, as well as Dugu Yan, Shui Bing'er, and Meng Yiran, who often entangle themselves around Ye Qifeng and compete for his affections, are also present.
Even Zhu Zhuyun, who had only met Ye Qifeng a few times, came along.
At this moment, she was holding Zhu Zhuqing's hand and whispering something, seemingly offering some comfort and encouragement to her sister, whose eyes were red with tears.
A group of beautiful women gathered together, each one a vision of beauty, which should have been a stunning sight and attracted much attention.
But at this moment, a deep atmosphere of sorrow and worry lingered among these beauties, and many of them had red eyes, clearly having cried.
Without exception, all the girls' eyes were fixed on the tightly closed gilded wooden door of a certain training room.
They seemed to be eagerly anticipating a miracle.
Besides the girls, there were also several men in the lobby.
For example, Pope Bibi Dong's two right-hand men, the two elders of the Papal Palace, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, were guarding the door of the cultivation room at this moment, like two door gods.
In addition, there are Ye Qifeng's two younger brothers, Xie Yue and Yan, two of the three members of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.
Xie Yue stood frozen in place, arms crossed, his brows furrowed, his face grave, and his eyes revealing obvious worry.
Yan, unable to stand still, paced back and forth beside him, seemingly irritable, but his frequent glances towards the door of the training room betrayed his true feelings.
His gaze, like Xie Yue's, was filled with worry.