Chapter 228: Ah Yin Wants to Kill Xiao Wu
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
A flurry of slaps echoed through the air. Mid-air, Tang San was being struck repeatedly by Qian Renxue—his face swollen and bruised, teeth shattered, eyes bloodshot, and blood flowing from his nose and mouth.
Tang Xiao clenched his fists. Watching his nephew in such a state tore at his heart. Shameless! Despicable! This was supposed to be a one-on-one battle between real men! How could Qian Renxue dodge like that?
For Tang San to be humiliated like this before all of Spirit Hall, before its most prominent figures… the damage to his pride would be irreparable.
Ning Fengzhi suddenly commented, "So that's how it is. Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer—if you retreat just before the final strike, you can avoid the full force. It wastes the opponent's stamina and nullifies the technique."
Bone Douluo sighed regretfully, "Why did I bet against Tang Zhen back then? If I hadn't, the number one sect might be our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan now."
Qian Xunji: "..."
Does the Clear Sky Hammer come with an intelligence-debuff aura?
Hearing this, Tang Xiao nearly spat blood. Were Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo mocking him? So the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was now openly coveting the Clear Sky Sect's spot as number one!?
Still five meters from the ground, Qian Renxue finally pulled back his aching hand. Tang San's face had swelled threefold. His cheeks ballooned like overinflated sacks. His facial features were unrecognizable, and only a few teeth remained. It was a truly miserable sight.
But Qian Renxue wasn't done. Those slaps were punishment for insulting the Angel Spirit. To insult the Angel Spirit was to insult his entire family. Now it was time to make Tang San pay for another crime—failing to kneel before his father.
He gathered Xuantian internal power into his palm, placed it on Tang San's shoulder, flapped his wings, and drove him downward.
"AHHH!"
A scream like a slaughtered pig echoed across the plaza. The girls from Tianshui Academy instinctively covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight.
"Brother—!"
"Xiao San—!"
Tang San was slammed to the ground, forced to kneel. It wasn't voluntary—Qian Renxue's strength had shattered his legs. His calves bent unnaturally, knees dislocated, and his kneecaps likely cracked. His scream said it all—the pain was unimaginable.
Ah Yin frowned slightly at how cruel her son was being, but when she remembered Tang San's insult to the Angel Spirit and his attempt to attack her son with 49 charged hammer strikes, her brows relaxed.
Tang Xiao couldn't take it any longer. He moved to rush toward the stage.
"Sect Master Tang, what do you intend to do? This is a match."
Ghost Douluo flashed before Tang Xiao, his masked eyes cold and unwavering.
Tang Xiao roared, "This isn't a match—it's a beating! Is Spirit Hall really so tyrannical, trampling on the rules of the tournament before the eyes of all!?"
Qian Renxue chuckled, "Sect Master Tang, the rules state: no killing and no crippling. I haven't broken any rules."
Tang Xiao's eyes burned with fury. If looks could kill, Qian Renxue would have been dismembered a thousand times.
Then Qian Renxue grabbed Tang San by the hair and slammed his head down toward the Pope's Hall. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! With each blow, blood streaked across the floor.
Spirit Hall's members were thrilled. Wasn't Heaven Dou Second Team arrogant? Didn't they insult the Angel Statue and refuse to kneel before the Pope? Well, the Holy Son just helped them kneel—with force.
In the distance, Tang Hao's red eyes nearly burst with rage. If everything from this world was true—if he hadn't been crippled, if he had the strength to appear before the Pope's Hall, wield his Clear Sky Hammer, destroy the Angel Statue, and walk out with Tang San and Xiao Wu—would Spirit Hall have dared to do this to his son!?
"We surrender this match!"
As fury overwhelmed Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, and Xiao Wu, Yu Xiaogang stood up from the Second Team's rest area and called out.
Upon hearing the word "surrender," Qian Renxue stopped. He released Tang San, whose bloodied face was unrecognizable. His legs were broken, his skull caved in. He was barely breathing. Qian Renxue still held some strands of his torn-out hair.
"Brother!"
Xiao Wu teleported down, eyes bloodshot, tears brimming. She embraced Tang San's body and glared at Qian Renxue with eyes full of murderous intent.
Should I just kill this 100,000-year Soft Bone Rabbit and make her my daughter's eighth soul ring?
Ah Yin noticed the real killing intent in Xiao Wu's eyes and began to consider. Since Xiao Wu was also a transformed soul beast like her, she had been secretly observing her. When Qian Xunji brought out the 100,000-year Soft Bone Rabbit skull, Xiao Wu's eyes had shown deep hatred. Now she exuded murderous intent. If she planned to take revenge on Spirit Hall, Ah Yin might not protect her. Perhaps it would be better for her daughter to have her soul ring and for her son to get the skull bone.
Qian Renxue's gaze toward Xiao Wu was equally cold. Another one with a death wish—she also failed to kneel before his father. Her legs would be broken next so she could kneel properly.
After Tang San's defeat, the next to take the stage was Hu Liena from Spirit Hall.
Hu Liena had insisted on going second—she wanted to see if her charm ability worked on Qian Renxue.
Beauty had privileges—and peerless beauty had even more. As a stunning prodigy, no one on the Spirit Hall team objected.
"Please delay the match for a moment."
Before Hu Liena could step on stage, Yu Xiaogang once again rose from the Heaven Dou Second Team's rest area, gazing solemnly at Qian Xunji.
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