Chapter 18: From Now On, I'm No Longer Myself.
"You, come out!"
The hoarse voice was like a ghost haunting her ears. Qianqian's hair stood on end, and she glanced around warily.
"No need to look, you're the only one who can hear..."
Qianqian stood up. "You protect Third Brother. I have something to attend to."
"Teacher! The Soul Beast Forest is dangerous. It's best for us to stay together. Once Little Third absorbs his spirit ring, we can help you hunt soul beasts together."
Seeing the worry on Yu Xiaogang's face didn't look fake, Qianqian smiled slightly. This wild apprentice must have been successfully trained...
The smile lasted only a moment, and Qianqian's face suddenly turned stern, but it was indescribably funny given her childish face. "Am I the teacher, or are you? I have my own plans!"
"Okay."
Yu Xiaogang thought about it. True, in this Soul Beast Forest, Qianqian's chances of survival were much greater than his.
The night was silent, and Qianqian believed that tonight would not be as peaceful as it appeared...
"Huh..."
With the system at my disposal, the world is mine. I'm going to see what kind of monsters and demons there are!
Following the voice, Qianqian walked for more than a quarter of an hour.
Given Qianqian's physique, that quarter of an hour was enough to completely distance him from Tang San and Master.
Since this person was so determined to stay away from Tang San and Master, I probably know who he is...
Who else could he be who could hide so well in the dark, even his own men didn't notice him?
Qianqian pursed her lips and let out a long sigh. "Come out, Haotian Douluo, are you so timid? You're even afraid of a six-year-old like me!"
A tall figure emerged from the shadows. In the moonlight, Qianqian could clearly see the man's face.
He was dressed in tattered, coarse cloth, his beard untidy, his hair matted in wisps. Yet, his gaze glared at Qianqian fiercely. But he found he couldn't quite see through the child before him.
According to his research, all he knew about Qianqian was that she had ties to the Spirit Hall. Therefore, in Tang Hao's eyes, Qianqian was a huge threat to Tang San! Even if he had saved Tang San!
Qianqian chuckled inwardly. "If it weren't for that murderous look in your eyes, you'd look like nothing more than a piece of crap!"
How ironic... "If you were just an ordinary six-year-old, you wouldn't even be worthy of me looking at you!" Tang Hao stared at Qianqian for a moment, then turned his gaze to a certain spot in the forest. "Dog hiding in the shadows, do you still want to hide?"
A man in black emerged from the grove with a grim expression and stood behind Qianqian, not blocking her, knowing her identity. If the man before him was truly Haotian Douluo, then His Royal Highness the Holy Son should be no problem.
However... the man in black underestimated Qianqian's pride...
"Dog?" Qianqian faced Haotian fearlessly, chuckling. "Before you talk about others, look at yourself first. Do you think you can compare to him?"
Tang Hao raised his eyebrows, and the aura of a Titled Douluo instantly radiated outward, pressing towards Qianqian.
"Puff..."
Qian Qian spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled back. The attack had only exacerbated his already severe injuries, making his internal organs feel as if they had shifted.
Qian Qian's teeth were stained with blood, yet he still managed a grin. "So, as expected of Haotian Douluo, I just blocked an attack for your son, saving his life, and now you attack me. Very good, very good!"
Qian Qian felt increasingly that this phrase was particularly apt to describe Tang Hao: "There's always something hateful about a pitiful person!"
Qian Qian now deeply understood that this world wasn't a world of plot. The plot could only provide a guide to human nature; only what one truly saw was true.
"Hmph! This is your punishment for disrespecting His Majesty, the Titled Douluo!" Tang Hao snorted. "Tell me, what was your purpose in approaching Xiao San? What forces are behind you?"
Swish!
The black-clad figure protecting Qian Qian erupted with a powerful aura, and seven spirit rings rose from his body: "yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!"
"Don't waste your energy! You can't stop me!"
As he spoke, spirit rings also rose behind Tang Hao. "Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red..." Nine spirit rings weighed on the man in black like a mountain.
Even if he couldn't defeat him...
The man in black's eyes fiercely, and his seventh spirit ring, the true form of his martial spirit, lit up. He attacked Tang Hao fearlessly.
"You're quite courageous. Since you still have some courage, I'll spare your life!"
Tang Hao didn't use any fancy moves. Facing the various soul skills of the black-clad man's spirit form, he simply raised his arm and delivered a simple punch, just like Qian Qian's punch to the mandala snake, without any skill.
Bang!
That simple punch, with unstoppable force, shattered the various soul skills and finally shattered the black-clad man's spirit form.
The black-clad man was flung deep into the forest like a rag bag.
"Tell me, where are you from? What is your purpose?"
Qian Qian's eyes blazed straight at Tang Hao, her purple gemstones turning a deep crimson, emitting a piercing light. "Haha, the youngest Titled Douluo is nothing more than that. You're so servile when you're faced with a strong opponent, and you're so self-righteous and bully the weak. You expect me to respect you? Do you... deserve it!!!"
Bang...
Like a volcanic eruption, a murderous aura erupted from the purple crystal coffin. The riot of the demonic swords nearly overwhelmed Qian Qian!
This sudden burst of murderous aura startled Tang Hao.
At that moment, he had the same thought as Yu Xiaogang: This kid can't be spared!!!
Tang Hao crushed Qian Qian with his own imposing aura. "No matter how talented you are, a genius who hasn't matured is still a weakling! Kneel!"
A powerful aura oppressed Qian Qian. Even at a reduced strength, the pressure of a Titled Douluo was too much for a Soul Master without even a single ring to withstand.
Kneel? Is that even possible?
Qian Qian grinned. The intense pressure caused his skin to gradually swell with blood, and blood flowed from his eyes, nose, and every orifice.
He knew that if he knelt, the pressure would definitely disappear, but Tang Hao didn't deserve it! The man who had abandoned him since childhood wasn't worthy of him bowing, much less kneeling!
Had he done anything wrong? He had merely demonstrated his excellence. He understood the principle that a tree that stands out in the forest will be crushed by the wind, but he hadn't expected... Tang Hao to be such a heartless and ruthless person!
"Kneel down!!!" Tang Hao's pressure intensified.
Qianqian's smooth skin cracked... like cracks left by dried soil, blood trickled out, a look of utter misery. But... her scarlet eyes stared straight at Tang Hao, her body trembling as she stood upright.
Gathering his last bit of strength, he opened his mouth and chuckled, "Are you a fortune teller? What kind of a fortune teller are you? You make keys? How many keys can you make?!"
"Kneel down!" Tang Hao's pressure suddenly increased to a new level! Qianqian remained upright, but... her legs had been crushed into a bloody foam, even her bones had turned to dust. Even if only the upper half of her body remained, I will look you in the face, I will stand tall and proud!
Qianqian's eyes gradually became unfocused...
Irony, irony, I didn't die in the mouth of the soul beast, nor did I die in the hands of the Spirit Hall, I never thought that I might die in his hands. If I can still survive... From now on, I have no father...
For some reason, Tang Hao suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He marveled at Qianqian's unyielding spirit, but it was a pity that a generation of genius had officially fallen...
But he didn't expect...
At the moment when Qianqian's consciousness was scattered, the moment when she could no longer suppress the magic sword...
The world suddenly became cold... As cold as hell...
The magic sword rose...
The void shattered, and the silent night shattered like a mirror...
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