Chapter 59 — Establish the Tang Sect? No Chance Anymore
Wuming had only appeared once in the Soul Master Tournament's arena. Tai Tan had never seen him in person before.
Only now did Tai Tan realize that the black-clothed youth before him… was actually the mysterious "Wuming," the one who had injured his grandson Tai Long.
"Wuming, it's you! You've got some nerve coming here on your own! You ruined my grandson's face—today, this old man will repay that debt in full and destroy yours!"
Tai Tan's eyes bulged with fury. His hair and beard seemed to stand on end as an overwhelming rage erupted from his body, making the air around them tremble with a low hum.
Gui Mei merely sneered.
"Tai Tan, do you really think you have the ability?"
As he finished speaking, the light on his left arm flickered. A pitch-black longsword materialized instantly in his grip.
The blade exuded a chilling aura, as if forged from the cold of the Nine Nether Hell itself. Black radiance faintly pulsed along its edge.
As Gui Mei's soul power surged, the air around them seemed to freeze beneath the oppressive, eerie pressure.
He stood there like a death god emerging from the abyss—his presence suffocating, his killing intent bone-chilling.
Even Tai Tan couldn't help but shiver for a moment.
But as an eight-ring Soul Douluo, how could he possibly put a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy in his eyes?
"You arrogant brat! Not only did you disfigure my grandson, but you also scarred the young master! Now you dare come to provoke me at night—this old man will not spare you!"
With a furious roar, Tai Tan's body erupted with light as he released his Vigorous Orangutan martial soul.
Two yellow, two purple, and four black soul rings rose in order beneath his feet—eight rings in total—circling his massive frame and releasing powerful waves of soul power.
Tai Tan was a pure strength-type soul master, an extreme-strength practitioner whose soul rings all came from strength-type beasts.
Though only an eight-ring Soul Douluo, his raw physical power surpassed even that of many ordinary Title Douluo.
He stepped forward, and the ground trembled beneath his feet.
Yet Gui Mei didn't even spare him a serious glance.
He remained standing where he was, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Overestimating yourself."
Gui Mei swung the black sword in his hand, activating his self-created soul skill—Yellow Springs Guide.
His vast soul power compressed into a razor-thin crescent of sword energy.
The sword aura shimmered with a sinister glow, like a call from the River of the Dead—brimming with an aura of pure death.
The moment Tai Tan prepared to launch himself forward—
The sword energy cleaved out.
Its speed was like lightning.
Tai Tan didn't even have time to mount a proper defense before the attack sliced his massive body cleanly in half.
His enormous torso split apart with a sickening crack, crashing heavily to the ground as blood sprayed upward like a fountain.
The elders nearby were frightened out of their wits.
Their eyes widened, filled with terror and disbelief.
Who could have imagined that this youth—just a teenager—possessed such overwhelming power? That he could kill Tai Tan with a single sword strike?
That terrifying slash made despair rise from the depths of their hearts.
At that moment, Tai Nuo rushed over.
The instant he saw Tai Tan's bisected body lying in a pool of blood, his mind went blank as if struck by lightning.
Then the grief hit him like a tidal wave—raw, tearing, unbearable.
"Father!!!"
Tai Nuo's eyes turned blood-red as he stared at Gui Mei, roaring in rage:
"Did you kill my father?!"
Gui Mei's lips curled into a cold smile.
"And what if I did? Next… It's your turn."
Hearing those words, the elders tensed instantly.
They knew how terrifying this youth was, but to protect Tai Nuo, they still moved without hesitation, stepping in front of him.
"Young master, run!"
"Whoever blocks me… dies."
Gui Mei's gaze chilled. The black sword in his hand swept out once more—
Every strike of Gui Mei's sword carried a sharp, lethal aura.
The several elders fought desperately, but before Gui Mei's monstrous strength, all their efforts were utterly meaningless.
"Ahhhh—!"
Shrill screams echoed through the courtyard as one elder after another fell beneath Gui Mei's blade. Blood splattered across the Strength Clan's grand compound, painting the ground red.
Tai Nuo stared at the carnage before him, heart filled with fury and despair.
"Who… who are you?! Why are you so cruel?!"
"You people have been looking for me, haven't you?"
"You… you're Wuming?!"
Tai Nuo's eyes widened in shock.
He had always wanted to vent his anger for his son and teach this "Wuming" a harsh lesson.
But who would have imagined that Wuming would possess such terrifying power?
Gui Mei snorted coldly.
"You created hidden weapons capable of killing Soul Masters at the fortieth or fiftieth rank with ease. For ordinary Soul Masters who worked hard their whole lives, isn't that cruel as well?"
"You're a dead man already. Talking is pointless. My sword is fast—it won't hurt."
"You bastard! I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do!"
Tai Nuo knew full well he was no match for Gui Mei.
But hatred devoured his reason. With a roar, he lunged forward in a desperate charge.
Gui Mei didn't even move. Standing firmly where he was, he swung his sword—releasing a blade of energy that cut straight toward Tai Nuo.
Unable to evade in time, Tai Nuo was struck head-on and, just like Tai Tan, was cleaved cleanly in half. His body crashed heavily to the ground, lifeless.
The tremendous commotion awakened the entire clan.
Moonlight drifted down as Yue Guan descended gracefully from the sky, like a falling golden petal—yet accompanied by a chilling, murderous aura.
A vast and mysterious soul power sealed the entire front gate of the mansion.
The noise from the outside world was cut off completely. Only the terrified cries and chaotic footsteps of the Strength Clan remained inside the courtyard.
Seeing the escape route sealed, the clan's Soul Masters were gripped by fear, yet could only muster the courage to resist.
They released their martial souls and soul rings one after another.
For a moment, the courtyard flashed with the blinding glow of soul skills.
But before Gui Mei and Yue Guan, their resistance was nothing but a futile struggle.
Gui Mei activated his first martial soul—Ghost Shadow.
His body became ethereal and mist-like, exuding a chilling, supernatural presence that enveloped the entire estate.
The courtyard fell into chaos. People scattered and fled, only to realize they were trapped inside an invisible cage, unable to escape.
Gui Mei and Yue Guan were like two death gods descended upon the mortal world.
The clan's Soul Masters were nothing but helpless lambs waiting for slaughter.
In just a few breaths, all of them had become corpses.
Gui Mei and Yue Guan then headed toward the forging area, where they found numerous half-finished Godly Zhuge Crossbows.
Yue Guan frowned, a trace of disgust flashing through his eyes.
"Old Ghost, these hidden weapons… things that harm fellow Soul Masters shouldn't exist in this world."
"I'll destroy them."
Gui Mei swung his sword, sending a massive wave of sword energy sweeping across the forging room, shattering every half-finished Godly Zhuge Crossbow.
Then he released a surge of intense heat.
Flames burst to life, engulfing the entire forging area. The fire spread rapidly, turning the place into a raging sea of fire.
"After tonight, the Strength Clan will be completely erased from the Soul Master world."
"Mm. Let's go."
With that, the two figures flickered and vanished into the night.
All that remained was a devastated estate and countless lifeless bodies.
This operation not only wiped out the Strength Clan… it also destroyed Tang San's final hope of ever establishing the Tang Sect.
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End of Chapter