Chapter 85: Killing Flender and Liu Erlong, Bibi Dong Takes Action
The Golden Holy Dragon was formed by combining the abilities of the three: Flender provided flight, Liu Erlong provided the dragon body, and Yu Xiaogang contributed Luo Sanpao as the vessel, along with his consciousness and strategic intelligence.
In this fused state, Flender and Liu Erlong had to pour their soul power into the martial soul fusion technique with all their might, allowing Yu Xiaogang's mind to control the Golden Holy Dragon.
The Golden Holy Dragon's attacks carried the dual attributes of lightning and flame. While the ability remained active, it generated a protective golden radiance around the trio, making them completely immune to external attacks.
However, the martial soul fusion skill also had a fatal flaw—its attack range was extremely limited.
Staring up at the Golden Holy Dragon soaring in the sky, Tang San's face was filled with shock.
He had long heard the legendary tales of the Golden Iron Triangle.
But this was his first time witnessing his three teachers successfully perform their three-in-one martial soul fusion skill.
Luo Sanpao, reborn as the Golden Holy Dragon, now possessed power surging toward the Titled Douluo level.
The arrival of Tang Xiao and the Golden Holy Dragon gave Tang San a sliver of hope amidst despair.
At this moment, the furious Tang Xiao was unleashing a barrage of violent attacks toward Gui Mei.
Meanwhile, the Golden Holy Dragon also launched an assault toward Yue Guan, hovering in the sky.
Tang San then turned to the massive crater where Tang Hao lay gravely injured, his heart twisting in pain.
Forcing himself to endure the agony in his crippled right leg, he violently pushed his soul power. The pitch-black Blue Silver Emperor within his right palm surged outward like a living serpent, wrapping itself around Tang Hao's waist.
With a sharp pull, Tang San dragged Tang Hao toward himself.
But just then—
A pitch-black blade of light slashed down toward Tang Hao out of nowhere.
The blade radiated a chilling aura of death so dense that even the air seemed to freeze as it passed.
Gui Mei had launched another attack.
Even with Tang Xiao's arrival, he was determined to kill Tang Hao—to eliminate all potential threats at the root!
Tang San reacted instantly, his Blue Silver Vine twisting like a viper as he attempted to yank Tang Hao out of the blade's path.
But the black light blade was simply too fast—like a streak of dark lightning.
It still landed.
Directly on Tang Hao's shoulder.
"Ahhhh!"
A scream tore through the battlefield.
Tang Hao's left arm was severed cleanly, blood spraying like a fountain.
Gui Mei's next attack followed immediately. The Pitch Black Sword swept again toward Tang Hao, intent on finishing him off.
At that critical split second—
Tang Xiao flashed in front of them.
His eyes blazed with fury, soul power erupting violently as he swung the Clear Sky Hammer, smashing it into the incoming Sword.
BOOM!
The violent collision sent a thunderous shockwave rippling through the air!
Tang Xiao repeatedly swung the Clear Sky Hammer, its black shadows forming an impenetrable barrier that wrapped around Tang San and Tang Hao.
With a peak-level rank 96 cultivation, and with the amplification of Clear Sky Sect's secret techniques, Tang Xiao's combat strength far surpassed that of an ordinary Titled Douluo.
His defensive Clear Sky aura was frighteningly powerful, forming a dense shield that protected the three of them.
While resisting Gui Mei's relentless attacks, Tang Xiao frantically searched for a way out.
Taking advantage of the protection, Tang San hurried to Tang Hao's side.
"Dad! How are you?!"
"I… I won't last much longer… Don't worry about me… Xiao San… if you get the chance… You must escape…"
"No! Dad—I'm taking you with me!"
Tang Hao's breath was weak and fading.
Tang San felt utterly helpless. Utterly desperate.
He had been so certain—convinced that with his father Tang Hao and his three teachers forming the Golden Iron Triangle, they would seize the soul bone from that mysterious youth and repay him a hundredfold for humiliating them.
But who would have imagined…
That mysterious youth was Ghost Douluo in disguise!
Instead of getting revenge, they suffered horrific injuries and lost their soul bones.
Tang San had lost his right leg, fused with his hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone. He could already feel his soul power draining rapidly.
He understood perfectly well—if not for the mysterious protective force shielding his life earlier, he would already be dead.
Tang Hao originally possessed six soul bones.
But now, both legs and his left arm had been severed; three soul bones had fallen from his body. His soul power rank had plummeted by at least thirty ranks, leaving him far from the might of a Titled Douluo.
Seeing the brutal state he and his father were in, Tang San desperately wished it were all just a nightmare—
A nightmare he could wake up from…
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield—
Yue Guan didn't take the Golden Holy Dragon seriously at all.
With a mocking smile, his soul power surged, activating the hundred-thousand-year left arm soul bone skill—Thunder's Wrath.
Bolts of massive lightning descended from the heavens like raging thunder dragons, clashing violently against the Golden Holy Dragon's lightning flames.
Yue Guan's soul power had reached an overwhelming rank 97, and he possessed two hundred-thousand-year soul bones.
Meanwhile, that Golden Holy Dragon was nothing more than a pseudo-dragon born from fusion—how could it possibly endure his attacks?
The collision unleashed surging shockwaves like raging tidal waves, rippling outward in all directions. The entire sky seemed to tremble.
"Ahhhh!"
A scream tore through the battlefield.
The Golden Holy Dragon was blasted apart by Yue Guan's violent strike, unraveling instantly into Luo Sanpao, the Fire Dragon, and the Owl.
The Golden Iron Triangle's martial soul fusion technique was broken in an instant.
Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong all staggered back, faces pale, clearly suffering severe injuries from the exchange.
"Flender! You dared to insult the Old Ghost in the Soul Master Tournament… I'll make sure you die miserably!"
Yue Guan hovered in the sky like a god of death, killing intent pouring off him as he activated the hundred-thousand-year right arm bone skill—Gravity Control.
Flender suddenly felt weightless—then he was yanked uncontrollably toward Yue Guan at terrifying speed.
His eyes widened in horror. He tried to resist, but his body no longer listened to him.
A golden Chrysanthemum Blade slashed toward him.
Flender had exhausted most of his soul power in the three-in-one martial soul fusion technique earlier. Now, he was nothing more than a helpless lamb waiting for slaughter.
As the Chrysanthemum Blade streaked toward his chest, despair filled his eyes.
Puff!!
The golden blade pierced through Flender's chest, blood spraying through the air.
"No——!"
"Flender!!!!"
Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong's anguished screams echoed across the battlefield, their eyes filled with grief and despair.
"So you three call yourselves the Golden Iron Triangle? Then die together!"
Yue Guan snorted coldly. His killing intent flared even stronger.
"Xiaogang, run!!"
Liu Erlong burned the last remnant of her soul power, desperately trying to block Yue Guan's next attack—just to buy Yu Xiaogang a chance to escape.
She understood completely.
This was nothing more than a hopeless struggle.
But as long as the tiniest sliver of hope existed, she would never give up.
"Xiaogang… we'll meet again in the next life…"
She looked back at Yu Xiaogang one last time, eyes filled with resignation and deep affection.
"No! Erlong——!!"
Yu Xiaogang's voice cracked with grief.
In this moment, regret crushed him like a mountain.
He hated himself—hated that he had misjudged everything, hated that he failed to recognize the black-clothed youth as Gui Mei.
But more than anything—
He hated his own weakness.
If only his soul power weren't stuck at rank 29…
If only he were a true Soul Saint…
If he could have combined his strength equally with Flender and Liu Erlong, their martial soul fusion might have been powerful enough to kill a Titled Douluo.
But all of that… was nothing more than delusion.
Liu Erlong threw herself in front of Yu Xiaogang without hesitation.
"Overestimating yourself!"
Yue Guan snorted.
Another icy Chrysanthemum Blade, carrying destructive force, shot through the air—
Puchi!
It pierced straight through Liu Erlong's chest.
A crimson flower exploded in the sky.
Her body plummeted like a falling star, slamming into the ground with a thunderous crash as dust billowed.
"ERLONG——!!"
Watching Flender and Liu Erlong die before his eyes, Yu Xiaogang felt as though his soul had been ripped apart. He stood frozen, hollow, as if life had already drained out of him.
Tang San and Tang Hao huddled nearby, witnessing the scene with hearts clenched in pain.
Tang Xiao was still battling Gui Mei with everything he had—he couldn't spare a single breath to help Yu Xiaogang's group.
"Yu Xiaogang… It's your turn."
Yue Guan hovered above, staring down at Yu Xiaogang like he was nothing more than an insect.
Just as he prepared to unleash the killing blow—
A chilling aura of death exploded behind him.
A cold, furious voice rang across the battlefield:
"Yue Guan… how dare you!!"
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End of Chapter