Chapter 306: Tang Chen Dies, Another Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring
Three black lights flew out – Qian Renchuan fired three Yan Wang Tie in one go, using up the entire stock he'd forged in the Ice-Fire Yin Yang Well with forty-nine kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures. Evidently, he regarded this twilight-worn Tang Chen with the utmost caution.
Those three shots of King of Hell's Post were each sufficiently poisonous to kill a rank-95 Title Douluo and torment a Super Douluo for the rest of his days. Only a powerhouse with extraordinary purifying ability, like Qian Xunji or Qian Daoliu, could slowly dispel it.
Tang Chen seethed with rage. "You—!!"
Qian Renchuan showed no fear, expression frosty, eyes narrowed. "You inherently evil Tang family type—if I'm not mistaken, you were planning for those two to secretly take refuge in Spirit Hall, then rebuild the Clear Sky Clan to oppose us once the time was right. You people bully the weak and fear the strong, selfish and greedy. I know you far too well. My grandfather and father might spare you, but I will not. Someone like you, how dare you measure yourself against my grandfather's equal!"
Spotting Tang Chen panting heavily, eyes bloodshot, Qian Renchuan's lips curved. "Ah, and I'll tell you one more thing. The one who poisoned the Slaughter City, in fact, was me. Once I'm strong enough, aside from Aunt Yuehua, I'll quietly get rid of those two. Poison is my specialty."
"Old man, I'll kill you!!"
Enraged to the extreme, Tang Chen's heart was in chaos—fury, regret, bitterness all erupting. Clutching the Shura Demon Sword, he mustered what soul power he could and unleashed a full-strength slash at Qian Renchuan.
"Four-Spider Bone, Blue Silver True Form!"
Before Qian Renchuan, four golden spider legs, each seven meters long, stretched out behind him, scattering from his back. His first spirit ring of the hundred-thousand-year level lit up; in that moment, the entire person morphed into a half-human Blue Silver Grass.
To help the Blue Silver Emperor recover, he'd drawn on a trace of Angelic divine power. Under that effect, the Blue Silver Emperor's injuries were not thoroughly mended, but enough to restore his body somewhat. As for the back-located external bone, it might require a long time to regrow.
Stepping up to that hundred-thousand-year ring, the Blue Silver Emperor said, "Father, that right leg bone—how about taking it for yourself? You're short one right leg bone."
Boom!
"That hundred-thousand-year spirit ring—Dachuan can go absorb it. It's produced by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King and will suit his Slaughter Angel. His body already has seven spirit bones, only one level shy of Spirit Douluo, presumably able to bear a hundred-thousand-year ring and endure the pressure from twin spirits."
"Grandfather…"
At death's door, Xunji's gaze harbored profound remorse and annihilating hatred: Qian Renchuan! Qian Renchuan! Qian Renchuan!! Tang Ba, your vile great-grandson—this old ancestor misjudged him… The clan's final hope rests with him…
"Father, you have something—"
Key moment, the Blue Silver Emperor moved out to a hundred meters away among other Spirit Hall members, preserving his life.
"Aah—!!"
Xunji's original eight spirit bones, battered by the fierce Shura Godforce plus the significantly weakened toxicity of the Snowy Swan Kiss (multiplied hundreds of times?), simply couldn't endure. With Xunji's body, everything turned to dust.
"Dachuan!"
The voice of Haomeng sounded near, blood fresh on her lips. The four spider legs on her back had snapped, blood gushing. She had sustained severe wounds. She had underestimated Xunji's final counterstrike, never imagining it would surpass her expectations—that a half-step super Douluo's last blow would still be so strong. Indeed, it was a special super Douluo, truly a threat to one's life.
When all is said, spirit bones are but lumps of soul power, not genuine bone. How could they withstand divine force?
With an unusual spirit master, once their martial spirit avatar was exploded, beast spirit masters might die or slip into near-death. Tool spirit masters might likewise be fatally wounded. But Haomeng was an exceptional case.
Haomeng sighed. "In that last moment, the consciousness of the beast inside Xunji apparently still lingered somewhere, vying again for bodily control. You had no choice but to strike back. Presumably if Xunji had moved sooner, you'd have died a while ago."
Inside the house, Xunji let out a final wail. The eight King of Hell's Post pinned him—like the final straw cutting short his last few days. The horrific poison plus the Shura Godforce consumed him thoroughly.
Spirit Hall's first spirit skill: Blue Silver True Form.
Its range was a hundred meters. Unless one could wipe out every Blue Silver Grass in that radius with a single blow, the Blue Silver Emperor could not be killed, at any time reappearing wherever a single blade of Blue Silver Grass still stood.
Aside from Tang Tian and Tang Hu, the clan's other surviving disciples, and Qian Tang Chen, he told them to go pack. Soon, they would relocate to Spirit City. Qian Tang Chen's feet displayed four white and one red ring shining, blocking that blow.
Tang Yuehua saw Xunji obliterated so completely, eyes filling with tears, voice trembling. "Dachuan… what exactly happened? My grandfather—he…"
Qian Tang Chen replied with a faint smile: "He had some small measure of filial devotion. Father is gratified, yet he still hasn't cultivated fully. Falling short one hundred-thousand-year spirit bone is no big deal—just let him absorb that."
Tang Tian and Tang Hu showed grief and anger in their eyes, while also harboring renewed contempt. The Eight-Winged Angel was indeed trash. Qian Tang Chen, equal to Great-Grandpa's rank as an Extreme Douluo, couldn't even handle a single hundred-thousand-year soul beast. Once we father enough children, grow to a certain scale, train to Title Douluo, we'll definitely leave Qian Renchuan and rebuild the Clear Sky Clan.
Poison plus the Shura Godforce fully consumed Xunji, leaving only a single hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, an exquisitely transparent hundred-thousand-year right leg bone, and a two-meter blood-colored Shura Demon Sword.
The entire house had been demolished by Xunji's sword slash, the ground left with a hundred-meter gorge. Even though that final strike was only a tenth of Xunji's peak power, it still had enough might to slice off the Blue Silver Emperor's four spider legs and batter her Blue Silver Emperor-True Form into near oblivion.
Straight away, Qian Tang Chen came to the Blue Silver Emperor's side, injecting robust angelic power to help treat her wounds. As for Xunji—dead is dead.
Tang Yuehua's eyes streamed tears. She didn't resent Qian Haomeng in the slightest. Xunji had left the clan while she was still a child, now over eighty years back, whereas her attachment to Qian Tang Chen was far stronger.
The effect of the Blue Silver True Form was that any skill from Spirit Hall was boosted one hundred percent. Every single piece of the Hall's martial spirit could likewise be integrated. Not to say—unless all Haomeng was eliminated, Haomeng could reappear wherever in range.
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