Chapter 206: The Black Luo Sanpao? The Evil Soul Master Yu Xiaogang!
"Hey, speaking of that master, I've heard that he's only a level 29 Great Soul Master, and he'll never break through to level 30 in his entire life. With that level of skill, how dare he establish a sect and teach students?"
"And also, I heard that he comes from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a good-for-nothing who was kicked out. All he does all day is hold a few tattered books and talk nonsense!"
"Tsk tsk, no wonder he taught such a student. The master and disciple are truly a pair of people, one daring to teach and the other daring to learn!"
"By the way, have you noticed? In the recent matches, it seems that Tang San and that master haven't shown up at Shrek Academy?"
"Now that you mention it, it's true! Could it be that they saw how powerful the Blue Silver Grass of the Tianxing Academy captain was, knew they couldn't compare, and were too ashamed to show their faces, so they secretly withdrew from the competition?"
"Haha, very likely! He bragged loudly, what a theoretical master, but his skills were exposed in public. If I were him, I wouldn't be able to stay either!"
In the audience, the crowd discussed and pointed, and the voices grew louder and louder.
The reputation that Tang San and Grandmaster had built up based on their achievements and theories crumbled rapidly in comparison to Tang Chuan's stunning performance and sharp commentary, turning into endless ridicule and doubt.
In an inconspicuous corner of the stands, a figure wearing a wide hood, desperately trying to conceal his identity, was trembling violently.
It was Tang San, who had secretly come to watch the match!
The undisguised pointing and whispering around him felt like sharp needles piercing his chest and then his heart.
"Idiot Tang San… ruined his Blue Silver Grass…"
"Grandmaster is a fool… misleading others…"
"He forfeited, didn't he? Too ashamed to show his face…"
Each mocking remark was like a resounding slap across Tang San's face.
He was furious, his blood seemed to be flowing backward, veins bulging on his forehead and neck like writhing earthworms, his chest heaving, and he was panting heavily.
"These people are simply courting death!"
"You just wait! Once Teacher gets the cultivation method for twin spirits, and I cultivate the second spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, I will definitely defeat my brother and avenge this!"
A violent killing intent spread through Tang San's heart.
If he weren't currently in the Heaven Dou Grand Soul Arena, surrounded by powerful figures and under the watchful eyes of many, he would have immediately unleashed the Clear Sky Hammer, smashing these bastards into a bloody pulp and washing away this shame with their blood!
...
Meanwhile, in Spirit City.
Deep within the Papal Palace, in a magnificent and tranquil bedroom.
Grandmaster's eyelids twitched slightly, and he slowly awoke from his deep coma.
The moment his consciousness returned, the first thing he felt wasn't the expected excruciating pain and weakness, but rather an unprecedented sense of ease?
He subconsciously examined his body and was astonished to find that his ribcage, which had been severely injured and almost shattered by Tang Hao, and his damaged internal organs were now completely intact, without even a trace of pain!
What was even more unbelievable to Grandmaster was that his soul power, which had been stagnant and unable to progress due to the failed mutation of his spirit, was now flowing exceptionally smoothly through his meridians, as if something long blocked had been completely unblocked!
"What's going on? My body seems to have changed."
Just as Grandmaster was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a faint chill suddenly came from his forehead, and a strange, deep black light flashed and disappeared like a phantom between his brows.
The speed was so fast that he thought it was an illusion.
He sat up abruptly and began to carefully examine his surroundings.
Carved beams and painted rafters, resplendent in gold and jade, a faint fragrance permeated the air, every detail exuding ultimate luxury and majesty.
This was definitely not the dormitory of Shrek Academy, nor was it any architectural style he was familiar with, but it did match a place in his vague memory.
Spirit City, the Papal Palace!
This answer made his hair stand on end and his heart pound!
How did he get here?!
However, just as Grandmaster was shaken and at a loss, a soft creaking sound came from the ceiling.
Not far away, the heavy, ornate palace door, inlaid with jewels, was slowly pushed open.
A figure walked in with unhurried steps, silhouetted against the light streaming in from outside.
It was a woman, dressed in a magnificent purple and gold gown, her figure graceful and upright. She wore a nine-curved purple-gold crown and held a two-meter-long scepter inlaid with countless jewels. Her skin was as white as snow, her face exquisitely beautiful, yet she exuded an indifferent and majestic aura that seemed to look down upon all living beings.
It was none other than Bibi Dong, the current Pope of the Spirit Hall and the most powerful woman on the Douluo Continent!
"You're awake?"
Looking at Yu Xiaogang, who had already woken up on the bed, his expression shifting, Bibi Dong's beautiful face remained expressionless as she spoke softly.
"I...how did I get here? I clearly remember...I should be in Sunset Forest." Grandmaster frowned slightly, his face filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Bibi Dong didn't look at him. She gracefully walked to a luxurious chair in the corner of the room, casually sat down, and said indifferently,
"A few days ago, someone threw you like trash at the entrance of the Pope's Palace, leaving you severely injured and on the verge of death."
She didn't even bother to look at the astonishment on Grandmaster's face.
"I was dumped at the entrance of the Papal Palace?"
Hearing this, Grandmaster was even more confused. He tried to recall, but his memory only went back to Tang Hao's terrifying kick in Sunset Forest, and the excruciating pain and darkness after encountering the fake Flander. "But...but I clearly remember being with Haotian in Sunset Forest..."
He stopped abruptly, realizing his slip of the tongue, and immediately fell silent.
Then, Grandmaster looked down at his unharmed body, even better than before. Although doubts arose in his mind, now was clearly not the time to delve into them.
Forcing what he thought was a gentle and grateful smile, Grandmaster looked eagerly at Bibi Dong's perfect yet cold profile, his tone becoming somewhat obsequious:
"Was it...was it you who saved me?"
He paused here, lowering his voice slightly, a deliberately crafted hint of past affection.
"Dong'er, I…I knew it, you still have feelings for me. I…I came to Spirit City specifically to find you!"
"Dong'er? Yu Xiaogang, mind your place! Call me Your Holiness the Pope." Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's aura suddenly turned cold. She turned her head sharply and said angrily, "That silly girl, Bibi Dong, who was easily fooled by your sweet words, is long dead."
Instantly, Grandmaster was intimidated by Bibi Dong's sudden outburst of aura. His face turned pale, and he subconsciously took half a step back. The words "Your Holiness the Pope" were like a bucket of cold water poured over him, instantly sobering him up. He realized that the person in front of him was no longer the girl who had obeyed him so readily.
Looking at Grandmaster's expression, Bibi Dong's mockery deepened. Her tone returned to its usual calmness, but carried a deeper chill as she said, "Besides, the one who saved you wasn't me."
"Strictly speaking, it was the Rakshasa God who pulled you back from the brink of death and turned misfortune into fortune."
"The Rakshasa God?!"
Grandmaster's pupils constricted, his brows furrowing even more deeply, his face filled with disbelief and profound confusion. "What do you mean? The Rakshasa God… what is that? A deity? How is that possible?!"
Bibi Dong seemed to have anticipated his reaction, and instead of explaining directly, she lightly tapped the ground with the end of her scepter, producing a crisp tapping sound, and said,
"Yu Xiaogang, don't worry about what the Rakshasa God is right now. Take a look at your spirit. Feel it; is it still the same as you remember it?"
Hearing this, Grandmaster's heart skipped a beat, an ominous premonition rising within him.
The next second, he subconsciously activated his soul power, attempting to summon his already mutated and ugly Luo Sanpao.
However, the moment the soul power flowed and the light condensed in Grandmaster's palm, the color drained from his face, replaced by extreme terror and horror!
"What...what is this?! My spirit...where are my Three Cannons?!"
Before Grandmaster appeared a pitch-black monster, a size larger than before!
Its entire body was a murky, dark black, seemingly capable of absorbing all light. Its once pale blue fur had vanished, and its skin was rough and sticky, as if covered in asphalt.
Its once round, somewhat endearing head had become grotesque and terrifying, its muzzle protruding forward, wrinkled, and its gaping maw exaggeratedly wide, revealing two rows of sharp, serrated white fangs.
Most chillingly, however, were its eyes!
No longer the round, innocent little eyes of the past, they had transformed into two blood-red pupils burning like hellfire!
Immediately afterwards, an intensely potent, almost tangible, malevolent aura emanated from Luo Sanpao like a plague. The blasphemous and all-consuming negative emotions within him caused the temperature in the entire bedchamber to drop several degrees.
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