thefictionvixens Chapter 207 The Black Luo 3 Cannon? Evil Soul Master Yu Xiaogang!
Chapter 207 The Black Luo 3 Cannon? Evil Soul Master Yu Xiaogang!
Chapter 207 The Black Luo Sanpao? The Evil Soul Master Yu Xiaogang!
"Hey, speaking of that master, I've heard that he's only a level 29 Soul Master, and he'll never break through to level 30 in his entire life. With that level of skill, he dares to start his own sect and teach students?"
"And another thing, I heard he comes from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, a good-for-nothing who was kicked out and spends all his time spouting nonsense from a few tattered books!"
"Tsk tsk, no wonder they produced such a student. The master and student are truly a perfect match—one dares to teach, and the other dares to learn!"
"By the way, have you guys noticed? In the last few matches, it seems like Tang San and that Grandmaster from Shrek Academy haven't shown up at all?"
"Now that you mention it, it's true! Could it be that seeing how powerful the Skywalker Academy captain's Blue Silver Grass was, he knew he couldn't compare and was too ashamed to face anyone, so he secretly withdrew from the competition?"
"Haha, very likely! He bragged like a madman, calling himself a theoretical master, but his work got publicly humiliated. If I were him, I wouldn't dare stay either!"
In the audience, the crowd was buzzing with discussion, and the sounds of pointing and whispering grew louder and louder.
The reputation that Tang San and Grandmaster had built up based on their achievements and theories crumbled rapidly in comparison to Tang Chuan's stunning performance and sharp comments, turning into endless ridicule and doubt.
In an inconspicuous corner of the stands, a figure wearing a wide hood, trying his best to conceal his identity, was trembling violently.
It was Tang San who had secretly come to watch the battle!
The unabashed pointing and gossip around him were like sharp needles, piercing his chest and then his heart.
"That idiot Tang San... ruined the Blue Silver Grass..."
"That master is a fool... misleading students..."
"Did you forfeit the match? You're too ashamed to show your face..."
Every sarcastic remark was like a resounding slap across Tang San's face.
At this moment, he was so angry that his face turned red, his blood seemed to be flowing backward, the veins on his forehead and neck bulged like wriggling earthworms, his chest heaved violently, and he was panting heavily.
"These people are practically courting death!"
"You just wait! Once our teacher gets the cultivation method for the Twin Martial Souls, and I cultivate the second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, I'll definitely defeat my brother and get my revenge!"
A violent killing intent spread through Tang San's heart.
If it weren't for the fact that we were currently in the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, under the watchful eyes of many and surrounded by powerful figures...
He will definitely unleash the Haotian Hammer immediately and smash all these bastards into mincemeat, using their blood to wash away this shame!
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Meanwhile, in Wuhun City.
Deep within the Papal Palace, in a magnificent yet tranquil sleeping chamber.
The master's eyelids twitched slightly a few times, and then he slowly awoke from his deep coma.
The moment his consciousness returned, what he felt first was not the expected excruciating pain and weakness, but rather an unprecedented sense of relief.
He subconsciously looked inward at himself and was shocked to discover...
The sternum, which had been severely injured and almost shattered by Tang Hao, and the internal organs, were now completely intact, without even the slightest pain!
What was even more unbelievable to the master was that the soul power, which had been stagnant and difficult to advance due to the failure of the martial soul mutation, was now flowing exceptionally smoothly in his meridians, as if something that had been blocked for a long time had been completely cleared!
"What's going on? My body seems to have changed a bit."
Just as the master was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a faint, almost imperceptible coolness suddenly came from his forehead, and a strange, deep black light flashed and disappeared like a phantom between his brows.
The speed was so fast that he thought it was an illusion.
Suddenly sitting up, the master began to carefully examine his surroundings.
With its carved beams and painted rafters, resplendent in gold and jade, and a faint fragrance in the air, every detail exudes ultimate luxury and majesty.
This was definitely not a dormitory at Shrek Academy, nor was it any architectural style he was familiar with; rather, it matched a place in his vague memory.
Wuhun City, the Papal Palace!
This answer sent chills down his spine and made his heart pound!
How did I get here?!
However, just as the master was shaken and at a loss, a soft creaking sound was heard.
Not far away, the heavy, ornate palace door, inlaid with jewels, was slowly pushed open.
A figure walked in calmly, against the light streaming in from outside.
It was a woman, dressed in a magnificent purple and gold gown, her figure graceful and upright. She wore a nine-curved purple-gold crown and held a two-meter-long scepter inlaid with countless jewels. Her skin was as white as snow, her face exquisitely beautiful, yet she exuded an indifferent and majestic aura that looked down upon all living beings.
It is none other than Bibi Dong, the current Pope of the Spirit Hall and the most powerful woman on the Douluo Continent!
"You're awake?"
Looking at Yu Xiaogang, who had already woken up on the bed and whose expression was changing, Bibi Dong's beautiful face remained expressionless as she parted her lips slightly.
"How...how did I get here? I clearly remember...I should be in Sunset Forest." The master frowned slightly, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.
Bibi Dong didn't look at him. She gracefully walked to a luxurious chair in the corner of the room, sat down casually, and said indifferently:
"A few days ago, you were dumped like trash at the entrance of the Papal Palace by someone, leaving you severely injured and on the verge of death."
She didn't even glance at the astonishment on the master's face.
"I was dumped at the entrance of the Papal Palace?"
Hearing this, the master became even more confused. He tried hard to recall, but his memory only went back to Tang Hao's terrifying kick in Sunset Forest, and the excruciating pain and darkness after encountering the fake Flander. "But...but I clearly remember being with Haotian in Sunset Forest..."
He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, realizing he had misspoke, and immediately fell silent.
Immediately afterwards, the master looked down at his body, which was completely unharmed and even in better condition than before. Although doubts arose in his mind, it was clearly not the time to delve into them now.
Forcing what he thought was a gentle yet grateful smile, the master looked intently at Bibi Dong's perfect yet cold profile, his tone becoming somewhat obsequious as he said:
"Was it...was it you who saved me?"
He paused here, lowering his voice slightly.
It evokes a deliberately crafted sense of nostalgia.
"Dong'er, I...I knew it, you still have feelings for me. I...I came to Wuhun City specifically to find you!"
"Dong'er? Yu Xiaogang, mind your place! Call me Your Holiness the Pope." Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's aura suddenly turned cold. She turned her head sharply and said angrily, "That silly girl, Bibi Dong, who was easily fooled by your sweet words, is long dead."
Immediately, the master was stunned by Bibi Dong's sudden burst of aura. His face turned pale, and he subconsciously took half a step back. The words "Your Holiness the Pope" were like a bucket of cold water poured over him, instantly sobering him up. He realized that the person in front of him was no longer the girl who used to obey him at all times.
Looking at the master's appearance, Bibi Dong's mockery deepened. Her tone returned to its usual calmness, but carried a deeper chill as she said, "Besides, the one who saved you wasn't me."
"Strictly speaking, it was the Rakshasa god who pulled you back from the brink of death and turned misfortune into good fortune."
"A Rakshasa god?!"
The master's pupils contracted sharply, his brows furrowed even more, and his face was filled with disbelief and deep confusion. "What does this mean? Rakshasa God... what is that? A deity? How is this possible?!"
Bibi Dong seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and instead of explaining directly, she lightly tapped the ground with the end of her scepter, producing a crisp tapping sound, and said:
"Yu Xiaogang, don't worry about what the Rakshasa God is right now. Take a look at your martial soul first. Feel it; is it still the same as you remember it?"
Upon hearing this, the master felt a chill run down his spine, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
The next second, he subconsciously activated his soul power as instructed, attempting to summon his already mutated and ugly Luo Sanpao.
However, at the moment when the soul power flowed and the light condensed in the master's palm.
The color drained from his face instantly, replaced by extreme terror and horror!
"What...what is this?! My martial spirit...where are my Three Cannons?!"
What appeared before the master was a pitch-black monster that was a size larger than before!
Its entire body was a murky, dark black that seemed to absorb all light. Its original light blue fur had disappeared without a trace, and its skin was rough and sticky, as if it were covered with asphalt.
Its head was originally round and somewhat silly-looking.
At this moment, it became ferocious and terrifying, its mouth protruding forward, covered with wrinkles, and its blood-red maw was exaggeratedly wide open, revealing two rows of sharp, white fangs like saw teeth.
What's most unsettling is its eyes!
No longer were those round, innocent little eyes, but had turned into two blood-red pupils that looked like they were burning with hellfire!
Immediately afterwards, an intensely malevolent and evil aura, almost tangible, emanated from Luo Sanpao like a plague. The negative emotions within him, which blasphemed life and hated everything, caused the temperature in the entire bedchamber to drop several degrees.
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