readease Chapter 275 Level 6 vs. Level 4? The advantage is in my hands!
Chapter 275 Level 6 vs. Level 4? The advantage is in my hands!
Chapter 275 Level 60 vs. Level 40? The advantage is in my hands!
"That's enough!"
Tang Xiao slammed his hand on the sandalwood armrest beside him, instantly cracking the sturdy armrest. He stood up abruptly, like a lion awakening, and his furious roar, imbued with immense soul power and the majesty of a sect leader, exploded like thunder, instantly drowning out all the noise and insults in the room.
The commotion below was abruptly silenced by this sudden display of power.
Although his face still showed resentment and dissatisfaction, he dared not make any more public noise.
He could only stare intently at Tang San in the arena with even more hostile eyes.
however.
Tang Xiao's suppression did not quell the conflict; instead, it provoked a more direct counterattack from the elders.
Seeing this, the Seventh Elder was even more enraged. He took a step forward, almost pointing his finger at Tang Xiao's nose, his voice trembling with extreme anger, and said:
"Sect Master! What...what do you mean by this?! In front of the entire sect, are you still going to insist on your own way and protect this bastard who has tainted the sect's martial spirit?!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiao's face turned icy, his gaze shooting like lightning towards the Seventh Elder, and he said in a deep voice:
"Seventh Elder, what do you want now?"
"Xiao San is, after all, Hao Di's own flesh and blood, the old sect leader's direct grandson! Blood ties are undeniable! The most orthodox blood of our Haotian Sect flows in his veins!"
At this point, he took a deep breath, trying to steer the conversation in a direction favorable to Tang San, "Moreover, Xiao San's return this time is not to seek protection, but to help our sect rebuild its former glory and recreate the splendor of being the number one sect in the world!"
Upon hearing this, not only was the Seventh Elder stunned, but the other elders who had been resting with their eyes closed or observing coldly also opened their eyes, their faces showing absurdity and disbelief.
A chorus of suppressed sneers rose from the crowd of disciples below.
The Second Elder slowly opened his eyes. He was the most senior and the most composed, but even he wore a mocking smile as he spoke:
"Sect Master, are you joking? Him? A mere teenager, helping the sect regain its former glory? Just based on him... and his unique martial spirit?"
He deliberately emphasized the word "unique".
This reminded everyone of that disgusting description.
"I never joke! Did you know that Xiao San is only fifteen years old this year, but his soul power level has already reached level sixty-six! He is a true Soul Emperor!"
Faced with the doubts, Tang Xiao straightened his chest. He knew this was the only reason he could fight for Tang San's chance. His gaze swept across the entire room, and his voice suddenly rose.
"What?! A fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor?!"
"How is this possible?!"
"You must be kidding me!"
The audience erupted in uproar; everyone was shocked by the number.
Even the elders looked surprised.
A Soul Emperor at the age of fifteen?! This is simply unheard of!
Tang Xiao was very satisfied with the effect. He continued to throw out an even more shocking fact, saying, "Back in the day, my grandfather, the invincible Tang Chen, only had a soul power level of around level 50 when he was fifteen! Xiao San's talent even surpasses that of my grandfather!"
At this moment, his gaze was intense, and his voice, like a booming bell, echoed in every corner of the hall.
"Such extraordinary and unparalleled talent, given time and careful nurturing, how could he not help our Clear Sky Sect regain its former glory?! Such a genius, in ten years, will surely be a pillar of our Clear Sky Sect, a peerless prodigy! Just because his martial soul has temporarily shown some... some problems that we do not yet understand, should we shut out such a genius, or even stifle him?!"
Tang Xiao's words were resounding and powerful.
He attempted to use Tang San's astonishing talent for cultivation to cover up the shame brought about by the mutation of his martial soul, and to mold Tang San into the future hope of the sect.
A brief silence fell over the hall as many people, stunned by the terrifying talent data, began to whisper among themselves.
If what the sect leader said is true, then this Tang San... perhaps...
However, after a brief moment of shock, the Seventh Elder's expression grew even more grim. He stared intently at Tang San, then looked at Tang Xiao, and said in a cold voice:
"Talent? No matter how high the talent, if the martial soul is so filthy, that's an even greater crime! To entrust the future of my sect to a wicked creature who can't even control his own martial soul?"
"This is utterly ridiculous! I absolutely cannot agree with it!"
The disgrace of talent and martial spirit created a sharp conflict.
The focus of the debate.
They returned once again to the Haotian Hammer, which had not yet been publicly displayed but had already become the target of public criticism.
Just as the hall was abuzz with gossip about Tang San's maggot hammer, and the Seventh Elder was sternly questioning him, Tang Xiao suddenly stood up and explained in a deep voice:
"Please hear me out! The reason why Xiao San's Clear Sky Hammer martial soul became like that is because he possesses a twin martial soul, a rare occurrence!"
"Because of cultivating two martial souls simultaneously, the conflicting soul power attributes led to an uncontrollable mutation when the first soul ring was attached!"
This news was told to Tang Yuehua by Tang San on the way here, and Tang Yuehua just now relayed the news to Tang Xiao through telepathic communication.
"Twin Martial Souls?!"
Two martial souls? Twin martial souls?!
"This...how is this possible? The Clear Sky Hammer and...and that soul beast?"
"How many years has it been since twin martial souls appeared on the mainland?!"
Everyone was shocked by the words "twin martial souls".
This means unparalleled talent and potential; if he can grow smoothly, his future is limitless! Even the usually aggressive Seventh Elder showed a hint of extreme shock on his face.
Tang Xiao seized the opportunity to try and turn public opinion around, saying:
"That's right! Xiao San possesses a twin martial soul, a rare find!"
"Although the first spirit ring of the Clear Sky Hammer has encountered a problem for unknown reasons, it is not irreparable! As long as the subsequent spirit rings are powerful enough, they may be able to cover up the initial flaw and even unleash greater power! I hereby earnestly request everyone, considering that he possesses twin martial souls, is exceptionally talented, and is of Clear Sky Sect bloodline, please do not make things difficult for him any further!"
His words were sincere and earnest, attempting to use the immense value of the twin martial souls to offset the negative impact of the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul turning into maggots.
However, once hatred and prejudice are deeply rooted, they are difficult to eliminate with reason.
The Seventh Elder slowly recovered from his shock, his facial muscles contorted with extreme resentment. He pointed at Tang San, his voice hoarse and filled with deep-seated hatred:
"Not make things difficult for him?! Not make things difficult for this bastard?! Not make things difficult for this wretched child?! Then who will pay for my son's life?!"
"If it weren't for that bastard Tang Hao causing trouble back then, how could my son have died in the Spirit Hall's siege?! He just left, leaving us to bear the decline of our sect and the pain of losing our son! Now you think you can get rid of his son with just the excuse of twin spirits? Dream on!"
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and the pain of losing his son and the humiliation of his sect's retreat that had been building up for decades finally erupted, unleashing a series of vile insults at Tang San.
"You little bastard! You're just like your deadbeat father, a scourge! A jinx to the sect!"
"Your father is a good-for-nothing who can't control his lust. He almost destroyed the sect's foundation for a soul beast woman!"
"You're a piece of trash too! You've even ruined your own martial spirit into that disgusting, inhuman mess! You and your father are a disgrace to the Clear Sky Sect! You're sinners! You deserve to be torn to pieces..."
These extremely vicious curses, especially the wanton insults against his father Tang Hao, were like the sharpest needles, piercing Tang San's heart and breaking through his last line of rational defense.
Suddenly, Tang San raised his head, which had been hanging down, and his eyes, which had been flickering with guilt, were instantly filled with a blood-red color!
Immediately, a chilling, viscous, and terrifying killing intent, seemingly emanating from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, erupted from his body with a tremendous force!
Slaughter God Domain, open!
Suddenly, a dark red light spread out from Tang San as the center.
The temperature in the hall plummeted, and a heavy stench of blood filled the air. Disciples with lower cultivation levels felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their souls trembling with fear!
"You...you can insult me...but you can't insult my father!!" Surrounded by murderous aura, Tang San stared at the Seventh Elder with bloodshot eyes and roared angrily.
He actually used his Soul Emperor status and the Killing God Domain to withstand the pressure of a Title Douluo!
"presumptuous!"
"How dare you, you junior!"
"Insubordination is unacceptable!"
The other elders were also furious upon seeing this! In their eyes, Tang San's actions were undoubtedly a blatant provocation and a contempt for the authority of the elders!
Instantly, several powerful pressures from Title Douluo rose up simultaneously.
Then it crushed down on Tang San like a mountain!
Under the combined impact of these terrifying pressures, Tang San's Killing God Domain fluctuated violently. After a moment, he groaned and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he still stubbornly straightened his spine, his eyes filled with crazy obstinacy and resolute determination.
"You...you rely on your seniority and power to humiliate me like this, to dishonor my father!"
"I, Tang San, am here today to challenge you!"
"If I win, I want you to apologize to my father!!"
Upon hearing this, the Seventh Elder seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and let out a loud, mocking laugh: "Hahaha! You? A mere sixth-ring Soul Emperor, you dare to challenge me? I could crush you, you arrogant bastard, with a single finger!"
Blinded by rage and murderous intent, Tang San retorted without flinching, a crazed sneer on his face, "Old man, you dare not? Are you afraid of losing to this bastard of mine in public, making your old face disappear?!"
"You...!" The Seventh Elder had never been so defied, especially by a junior whom he considered a scoundrel. He was so angry that his beard and hair stood on end, and his soul power overflowed uncontrollably. He was about to disregard his status and forcefully attack.
"Seventh Elder, stop!" The Second Elder, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up. He reached out and stopped the enraged Seventh Elder, his voice steady yet carrying an undeniable authority, saying, "As an elder of the sect, how can you lay a hand on a junior from a younger generation? If word gets out, what will become of the reputation of my Haotian Sect?"
His gaze shifted to a robust and composed young man in the crowd below, and he commanded, "Where is Tang Hu? You are the most outstanding disciple of the third generation, so you will fight in place of the Seventh Elder to test the mettle of this twin martial soul genius. Remember, stop when you've made your point. However, if you lose, you will spend a year in solitary confinement in the back mountains to reflect on your actions."
Just as Tang Hu, whose name had been called, was about to clasp his hands in greeting and step forward, a slightly immature yet unusually firm voice suddenly came from the crowd.
"Second Elder, wait!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a third-generation disciple of average height and somewhat timid appearance stepping forward. This person was none other than Tang Wei, a boy named Tang Chuan who was disguised as the weakest among the third-generation disciples using a simulation soul skill.
"Tang Wei?"
The Second Elder clearly recognized this disciple of mediocre talent, and frowned slightly as he said:
What do you want?
The imposter Tang Wei bowed to the Second Elder and the other elders, his tone carrying a deliberately feigned, fearless indignation, and said:
"Second Elder, why bother Brother Tang Hu with such a disgraceful wretch who tarnishes the sect's honor and dares to utter such arrogant words? This disciple is unworthy, but I am willing to fight in his place and teach him a lesson on behalf of the sect!"
The Second Elder was taken aback upon hearing this, and a look of bewilderment crossed his face as he said:
"Xiao Wei, you... your soul power has only recently broken through to level 40, and you haven't even attached any soul rings yet. How can you possibly be a match for a level 60 Soul Emperor? Stop fooling around and get out of here immediately."
The fake Tang Wei did not step back. Instead, he straightened his back, raised his voice slightly, and interrupted the Second Elder with an unwavering confidence, saying:
"Second Elder, rest assured! Although this disciple's strength is meager, my judgment is still quite good!"
"Judging from Tang San, although his soul power level seems to be as high as level sixty, his aura is unstable and his killing intent is chaotic and mixed. It is obvious that his foundation is unstable. He may have forcibly increased it through some kind of evil method or forced growth! This kind of unstable level sixty is nothing but a paper tiger! Although I only have level forty soul power, my foundation is solid. It is enough to deal with him!"
His words carried clearly throughout the entire hall.
"puff--"
"Hahaha, did Tang Wei take the wrong medicine today?"
"A level 40 fighting a level 60? And with twin martial souls? He's insane!"
A burst of laughter and incredulous chatter erupted from the audience, with everyone wondering if the usually timid Tang Wei had been driven mad by the shock.
Tang San, who was already on the verge of exploding with rage, was further enraged by these extremely insulting remarks. Not only did they question whether his strength came from some evil or crooked method, but they also sent a mere level 40 Soul Master to humiliate him. He immediately trembled with anger, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he was panting heavily.
"Fine! Fine! Fine! Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish! Come and fight me!"
He suddenly raised his hand, pointing at the fake Tang Wei, his voice hoarse and ferocious, and said, "But! What if you lose? Will you make those old guys on the stage immediately kowtow and apologize to my father? Or will you... cripple your Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit yourself?!"
A terrifying killing intent, almost tangible, surged towards the fake Tang Wei, accompanied by the pressure of his level 60 Soul Emperor aura! He would make this ant who dared to insult him pay the price!
However, faced with this killing intent and pressure that was enough to break the minds of ordinary Soul Masters, Tang Chuan, disguised as Tang Wei, merely raised an eyebrow slightly, and even curled up a barely perceptible, playful smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Fine. If I lose, I will do as you say and cripple my own martial soul in front of everyone." Faced with Tang San's question, which was full of killing intent and humiliation, Tang Chuan nodded calmly, his tone indifferent as if he were talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.
"But what if you lose?"
"I can't possibly lose!" Tang San laughed maniacally, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. His laughter was filled with absolute confidence in his own strength. He said:
"If I, Tang San, lose to a mere level 40 piece of trash like you, then I'll be at your mercy! Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!"
Tang San was blinded by rage and never imagined that he would lose to a Soul Master, which he considered absolutely impossible.
After all, a level 60 player fighting a level 40 player, in the words of a master, has the advantage!
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