Chapter 410 The Buddha Descends.
Facing death, Ma Xiaotao felt no fear whatsoever, only a deep sense of regret. More than half of the soldiers in the entire southern army camp had died at her hands; she had already killed enough.
Looking back, her biggest regret was not being able to have a child with Wu Xuan. She had often fantasized about how wonderful it would be if they could have a child together, given their talents. That child, whether boy or girl, would surely be an unparalleled genius. Thinking of this, Ma Xiaotao even smiled slightly.
Just as the crimson light gathering in the mouth of the evil spirit was about to take shape, a silver light suddenly shot out from a thousand meters away. The silver light seemed to traverse space and was right in front of them in the blink of an eye. It was a silver spear.
The illusory silver spear seemed to have its own tracking ability, precisely piercing the head of the ferocious spirit. Instantly, crimson soul power surged outwards, directly devouring the spirit. Amidst shrill howls, the spirit began to tremble violently, baring its fangs and claws like a madman.
The silver spear piercing the demon's head erupted with dazzling light in the next instant, and then, under the wash of the light, clear cracks appeared on the demon's body. Next, the demon's blood-red eyes dimmed, and in the next instant, it shattered into countless fragments.
The Soul Devouring Douluo's face turned deathly pale instantly. With a painful groan, his body swayed slightly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before plummeting straight down from the air.
"Who, who is it!" The Masked Douluo was immediately alarmed by the sudden turn of events.
However, no one answered. What greeted him was a beam of pitch-black light and a deep blue wind dragon! Masked Douluo let out a miserable cry. His soul power was instantly wiped out the moment the black wind entered his body. Then, as he crashed from the sky, he was directly confronted by the roaring wind dragon. Without any power to resist, Masked Douluo was smashed to pieces by Wu Xuan's angry attack.
Blood and human tissue flew everywhere.
With five spirit rings over 100,000 years old and five spirit rings over 10,000 years old, even before absorbing the eighth ring and breaking through to the Soul Douluo level, Wu Xuan's strength was already enough to crush a group of titled Douluos. Even a level 95 Super Douluo like Wu Xuan was confident he could defeat him.
The extreme wind swept through the splattered human tissue, directly shredding it into nothingness. The masked Douluo, an elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, completely vanished from the world.
With one dead and the other seriously injured, Wu Xuan appeared to Ma Xiaotao like a god descending from heaven, his tall and imposing figure deeply etched into her heart.
"Sorry I'm late!" Wu Xuan landed slowly and immediately pulled the pale-faced, swaying Ma Xiaotao into his arms.
Ma Xiaotao neither cried nor sought comfort; she simply lay quietly in Wu Xuan's arms, her eyes filled with tenderness. Their relationship needed no words to express its depth.
"Cough cough! Pfft~!" Soul Devouring Douluo struggled violently, but his natal fierce soul had been killed by Wu Xuan, and at this moment he could not even mobilize his soul power to release his martial soul.
Lifting Ma Xiaotao in his arms, Wu Xuan slowly walked up to the Soul Devouring Douluo. Without uttering a word, he kicked the douluo's head until it exploded.
Contrary to expectations, brains didn't fly everywhere; the annihilation attribute of the extreme wind once again played an exceptionally long role.
In the sky, looking at Ma Xiaotao who was still clinging to his neck and grinning foolishly, Wu Xuan couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly. "Alright, I know you're not seriously injured. Come down and fly by yourself!"
"Mmm~! I want you to hold me!" Ma Xiaotao said, snuggling against Wu Xuan's chest again.
Wu Xuan was helpless. What could he do but continue to hold her?
Ultimately, Ma Xiaotao's predicament was his fault. According to Buddha's arrangement, Xiao Xiao and Wang Qiu'er, who had entered the losers' bracket, were doomed to die upon arriving at the southern military camp. They wouldn't have survived until Wu Xuan arrived from the northern military camp to rescue them.
If Xue Di were to unleash her full power, it would only hasten their demise. Xiao Xiao's body simply couldn't withstand Xue Di's full power.
That way, they could eliminate Wu Xuan's two women and also reclaim Wang Qiu'er's destiny power. A win-win situation. But Ma Xiaotao's sudden interference ruined everything.
As the two left the southern military camp, a flash of golden light transformed the illusory world back into reality. Before them stretched a vast plaza, seemingly endless, with only a golden sun and a silver moon overhead.
Upon seeing Wu Xuan and his companion return, Xiao Xiao, Ye Guyi, and Wang Qiu'er breathed a sigh of relief. They went up to them one by one to inquire about the situation.
Wu Xuan learned from Xiao Xiao and the others that he had previously refused to French kiss Wang Dong'er, and Wang Dong'er's adventure failed, so she naturally entered a deeper adventure as well. He didn't know anything else.
After a short while, two golden lights landed, and Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong'er returned to the huge square.
Unlike before, Wang Dong'er looked at Wu Xuan with a very strange gaze this time, and even Huo Yuhao, who was next to her, noticed that something was wrong.
"Congratulations on passing the second level. Next is the third level, the True Adventure. By passing the True Adventure, you can not only leave, but also receive a reward that I will decide."
As that strange, calm voice rang out, the endless golden plaza around them began to tremble violently. Then, various scenes quietly appeared, familiar yet unfamiliar objects constantly hovering and flashing in the air. Each ray of light generated a strong suction force.
When Wu Xuan opened his eyes again, he found himself above a deep blue sea. Strangely, there was nothing under his feet to lean on, yet he felt a sense of solid ground beneath his feet.
Before Wu Xuan could even wonder, a deep blue light refracted down from the distant horizon, revealing a figure—a man enveloped in a blue-gold aura.
The moment Wu Xuan saw the figure in front of him, he almost lost control of his emotions.
"Young master of the Tang Clan! There's no need to be so agitated!" A gentle voice rang out, and a blue-gold halo suddenly spread out, revealing a handsome young man's face.
"Tang San!" Wu Xuan gritted his teeth and spat out the two names he hated to the extreme.
The ridiculous ancestral rules of the Tang Clan and their repeated scheming were all the work of the person in front of me.
Seeing Wu Xuan's expression, Tang San's divine sense finally realized something was amiss. This was not how a junior should react when meeting a legendary ancestor.
"You shouldn't have this attitude when you see your ancestor, you're a junior member of the Tang Clan."
"Oh! So what should my attitude be? The Tang Clan no longer exists. Do I need to kneel down and beg when I see you?" Wu Xuan said sarcastically.
Tang San remained silent for a long time because he saw in Wu Xuan's eyes that he didn't care! He didn't care about the Tang Clan, and he didn't care about him, the so-called ancestor of the Tang Clan.
It seems I made a mistake in my first move! But it's okay!
"In that case, Wu Xuan, the chosen one of the continent! Your true love adventure has two parts: First, forget the other women around you, accept Xiao Qi's (the daughter of the God King) confession, and protect her for all eternity."
"Xiao Qi? Wang Dong'er?" Wu Xuan's expression turned cold. No wonder Wang Dong'er had acted so strangely earlier; the reason was right here.
"I have a question. The Xiaoqi you mentioned, also known as Wang Dong'er, already has a partner and has fallen in love with someone else. As her father, are you going to interfere and break them up?" Wu Xuan asked the person in front of him, voicing the deepest question in his heart.
Tang San shook his head slightly, his eyes indifferent and devoid of any emotion: "As the daughter of a God King, she enjoys the glory that comes with this identity, and she must fulfill the obligations that come with it."
"Hehe, then you really are an exceptionally good father." Wu Xuan couldn't help but applaud.
(End of chapter)