Chapter 180: Tang San—Yu Yuanzhen, You Chose the Path of Death!
"Your Majesty, Sect Master Ning, on behalf of Spirit Hall, I hereby declare that Tang San, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ma Hongjun deliberately committed murder during the Spirit Master Tournament.
On behalf of the tournament committee, I announce that the Shrek Team is disqualified from the competition.
Tang San is no longer under the protection of the tournament committee.
Sect Master Ning, I suggest you stay out of this matter!"
Salas suddenly declared, his cold gaze sweeping across the VIP platform.
He sensed an opportunity—a perfect moment to bring about Tang Hao's death.
Just how strong was the enraged Yu Yuanzhen?
Strong enough to demonstrate the true might of a complete Super Douluo.
Meanwhile, Tang Hao, already wounded, was bleeding into the sky.
Under normal circumstances, Yu Yuanzhen might have weighed consequences, reluctant to fight to the death—since killing Tang Hao would mean serious injury and retaliation from the Clear Sky Sect.
But now he had lost all reason. He didn't care. He wanted only Tang Hao and Tang San dead.
And Tang Xiao was nowhere nearby.
If no one intervened, today's outcome would be simple: Yu Yuanzhen wounded, but Tang Hao dead.
Even if Tang Hao managed to escape, Yu Yuanzhen would still slaughter the Shrek team's young members.
Salas's scheme jingled like gold coins in his mind.
But before he could finish speaking, Prince Xue Xing suddenly rose to his feet.
"Your Excellency, Platinum Bishop, do you intend to destroy Heaven Dou City?!
Do not forget, the Spirit Master Tournament is hosted by the two empires, with Spirit Hall as co-organizer. All decisions made by the committee must be agreed upon by both the imperial family and Spirit Hall—not you alone!"
Ning Fengzhi didn't even have to respond—Prince Xue Xing and Dream God Machine already stared daggers at Salas.
Everyone understood the sinister intent behind Spirit Hall's moves.
They wanted the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Clear Sky Sect to destroy one another.
Salas's ploy was obvious to all.
Emperor Xue Ye looked again toward Ning Fengzhi; at this moment, only he had the power to stop things.
Ning Fengzhi gave him a faint signal, and the emperor quickly eased his worry.
Among the three upper sects and Spirit Hall, only the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect openly supported the Heaven Dou Empire.
Gratitude flashed across Emperor Xue Ye's face as he turned his cold gaze upon Salas, cursing Spirit Hall silently in his heart.
High above in the air—
Tang Hao detonated three of his spirit rings, taking on a desperate stance.
He had no choice.
If he didn't, his son would die.
The next instant, the explosive might of ring detonation clashed head-on with Yu Yuanzhen's tempestuous lightning.
The shockwave rippled downward, shaking the entire Great Spirit Arena to its foundation.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged quick glances and released their aura simultaneously.
The two unleashed their True Spirit Forms—one a colossal bone dragon, the other a vast, cutting sword aura.
Together they intercepted Yu Yuanzhen and Tang Hao's attacks, forming a breathtaking sight of a descending bone dragon and an enormous sword crossing the heavens.
"You dare help Tang Hao!" Yu Yuanzhen's fury blazed, his hair flying as he glared at Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
Sword Douluo frowned slightly. "Clan Chief Yu, you're too reckless. There are eighty thousand spectators below. His Majesty and the Crown Prince are also here. Do you mean to destroy everything?"
"Tang San killed my grandsons one after another. He must die!"
Yu Yuanzhen's tone was fierce and unwavering.
"Clan Chief Yu, no one could have foreseen Yu Tianxin's death.
Whether Tang San killed with intent must be judged by the tournament committee. Please trust in the fairness of the committee formed by Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family,"
Ning Fengzhi's calm voice rose from the VIP platform below.
He didn't speak loudly, but every powerful spirit master present heard him clearly.
Yu Yuanzhen's expression froze, his gaze like ice as he stared at Ning Fengzhi. "Tang San must die. This matter has nothing to do with your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Are you sure you wish to interfere?"
Lightning shaped like dragons coiled around him, rumbling with the force of thunder, his killing intent tangible.
Ning Fengzhi paused briefly, then replied solemnly, "Clan Chief Yu, I assure you—the Heaven Dou Royal Family and Spirit Hall will both ensure justice for Yu Tianxin."
He had made his decision.
The relationship between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would now plummet beyond repair.
Lightning exploded around Yu Yuanzhen's body, revealing the storm of his rage.
"Good! Very good! Excellent! Sect Master Ning, I hope you don't regret this day!
I'll be waiting for your justice!"
A deafening explosion followed, and Yu Yuanzhen vanished in a flash of lightning.
He had come to despise Ning Fengzhi as well.
From now on, the Blue Lightning Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were enemies.
As Yu Yuanzhen departed, Ning Fengzhi raised the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, casting a rainbow light that fell upon Tang Hao.
"Lord Haotian, please take your leave. Tang San cannot go with you—Shrek Team must face the tournament committee's investigation!"
Salas's tone was ice-cold.
Tang Hao, tattered and bloodied, trembled faintly—his hands quivered as he hovered in the sky.
The multicolored light merged into his body, and he immediately felt the immense power of the world's greatest support-type spirit.
All his attributes—strength, agility, stamina, and spirit—rapidly recovered.
Yet Tang Hao's expression remained indifferent. The support did little for his older wounds, only accelerating his recovery of spirit power and stamina.
"In battle, there is no mercy between spirit abilities. Both sides fought with full strength. Accidental deaths are inevitable. I trust the committee will treat Shrek Team justly."
Tang Hao spoke flatly.
Then his figure blurred and disappeared into the sky.
The battle finally ended. Everyone exhaled as though surfacing from drowning.
The suffocating pressure moments ago had made both spectators and competitors feel death's shadow upon their necks.
And among those closest to death had been Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others.
"Father!" Tang San's eyes blazed red with hatred.
Through his Purple Demon Eyes, he saw clearly that his father was gravely injured—injured by Yu Yuanzhen.
His father had fought only to protect him. Had it not been for him, Tang Hao would never have engaged in battle above the Great Spirit Arena.
The depth of Tang San's gratitude was beyond words.
"Yu Yuanzhen, you have chosen your own path to death. I will have my revenge."
Tang San's voice trembled with fury.
"Xiao San, thank the Lord Haotian for me. Yu Tianxin's death was my fault,"
Dai Mubai said quietly. Thanks to the healers, some of his strength had returned.
Tang San's face grew grim.
The disaster had begun when their fusion skill's power had exceeded all expectations.
Ma Hongjun approached reluctantly, his expression uneasy. He, too, shared guilt in Yu Tianxin's death.
His Phoenix Flames were overwhelmingly strong, and in his drive to win, he hadn't realized that Yu Tianxin could no longer fight back.
"I broke through—I'm level forty-two now," Dai Mubai said plainly.
Yu Tianxin's death had barely startled him for more than a moment.
In the spirit arena, death was always a possibility.
He never cared much for the tournament's ideal of restraint.
(END CHAPTER)
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