blogombal Chapter 17 The Spirit Hall's Pursuit: Mu Bai Begins His Actions
Chapter 17 The Spirit Hall's Pursuit: Mu Bai Begins His Actions
Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.
Beneath the towering dome, the cold marble floor reflected the resplendent golden soul-guiding lights, making the exquisite figure seated on the papal throne appear even more majestic.
Bibi Dong held the scepter, her delicate face revealing neither joy nor anger.
Below, an elderly man dressed in a cardinal's robe was bowing as he reported routine matters from various branch monasteries.
Suddenly, hurried and heavy footsteps came from outside the hall, breaking the stagnant solemnity.
A Templar commander, clad in silver armor and exuding a sharp aura, strode in without being announced. He knelt on one knee, holding a sealed scroll aloft with both hands, his voice hoarse with urgency.
"Your Holiness the Pope! This is an urgent report from the Spirit Hall of Fanos Province!"
The air inside the hall seemed to freeze instantly.
The cardinal's voice abruptly stopped, and he looked at the warrior commander with surprise and uncertainty.
The elders sitting on both sides also turned their heads to look.
The urgent dispatches, which travel 800 li, should not be used lightly unless they involve titled Douluo, 100,000-year-old soul beasts, or matters that threaten the foundation of the nation.
Bibi Dong slowly raised her eyes, her gaze as cold as a blade, landing on the scroll.
"Bring it here."
The maid standing beside him immediately stepped forward, respectfully took the scroll, and quickly delivered it to the foot of the steps.
It was then handed over to Bibidon by a Temple Knight.
Bibi Dong removed the sealing wax seal and unrolled the scroll.
When they saw that Tang Hao hadn't even changed his name, he was living in seclusion in Holy Soul Village under the name Tang Hao.
Bibi Dong suddenly flew into a rage and stood up abruptly.
"Moonlight Gate! Ghostly Appearance!"
In the shadows of a corner of the main hall, two figures seemed to appear out of thin air.
A man dressed in golden armor, with a delicate and feminine appearance, was playing with a magnificent golden chrysanthemum in his hand. It was none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.
The other person was completely shrouded in a large black cloak, exuding a sinister and eerie aura; it was none other than Ghost Douluo, Ghostly Phantom.
"Your subordinate is here!"
The two knelt on one knee and responded in unison.
"Fanos Province, Notting City, Holy Soul Village, Tang Hao is hiding here."
Bibi Dong threw the scroll in her hand down the steps, her voice filled with fury.
"I command you two to immediately gather your elite troops and go to slay this fiend!"
"We demand to see him alive or dead! If he resists, kill him without mercy!"
"Yes! As the Pope commands!"
Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo was shocked; it was actually Tang Hao!
"besides!"
A deep glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes as she looked to the other side of the hall and said coldly.
"Go to the main hall and inform the Grand Master of the Imperial Sacrifices."
"Tell them that I request the Hall of Offerings to assist in killing Tang Hao, so as to avenge the past shame of my Spirit Hall!"
"yes!!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo dared not delay. They immediately stood up, transformed into two streaks of light, and rushed out of the Papal Palace. One prepared to go to the Hall of Offerings, while the other began to urgently dispatch manpower.
The entire Wuhun City was instantly enveloped in a tense and deadly atmosphere.
……
Seven days later, over Nottingham.
Several terrifying auras that could change the color of the sky swept past without any concealment, startling all the soul masters and people in the city into a state of panic, and the direction was towards Holy Soul Village.
Soon after, a faint, terrifying fluctuation of soul power emanated from that direction, enough to make one's soul tremble. Even from a distance, one could feel the earth trembling.
Mu Bai stood by the window of the inn, gazing in that direction. His silver double pupils were calm and unwavering, and he wore a smile.
"Has it started?"
"Not only are there two titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, but there seems to be an even more unfathomable one. What a grand lineup."
"Tang Hao! Tang Hao! I hope you like this wonderful gift I've prepared for you."
On the other side, behind the Holy Soul Village.
The valley is secluded and quiet, and the waterfall is like a ribbon.
Tang Hao was lying on a grassy field, drinking heavily.
Suddenly, his movements froze, a terrifying glint flashed in his cloudy eyes, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head!
"Who?!"
He roared, and his immense soul power erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for ten thousand years!
His disheveled hair moved without wind, his tattered clothes fluttered in the wind, and his Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit was instantly summoned in his hand. The terrifying pressure shattered the tranquility of the valley, and birds and beasts took flight in fright!
"Tang Hao! It really is you, you wretched child!"
A sharp shout descended from the sky, and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was the first to appear. The phantom of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum bloomed, and the nine soul rings shone brightly, exuding a murderous aura!
Immediately afterwards, Ghost Douluo emerged from the shadows, his chilling aura locking onto all sides.
What truly sank Tang Hao's heart was the old man wielding the Panlong Staff, his aura as powerful as a mountain, slowly descending from the sky.
"Spirit Hall! How could you...?"
Tang Hao was both shocked and furious. He was certain that his seclusion was flawless and he was perfectly safe.
No one has discovered him for so many years.
How could they have been exposed so suddenly?
And it attracted such a terrifying lineup?
The old man with the stick, in particular, posed a far greater threat to him than Kiku and Kiku!
"Hmph! Tang Hao, surrender obediently, or today will be your death day!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo, too lazy to waste words, and before his Martial Soul True Form was even fully unleashed, he was already in sync with Ghost Douluo.
A dazzling golden and silver light emanated from the two of them, transforming into a golden and silver pillar that shot into the sky. A total of eighteen soul rings rose rapidly along the base of the golden and silver pillar.
At the top, it transformed into gold and silver, intertwining to form a huge halo that suddenly expanded.
—A realm of stillness at two poles!
At the same time, Qianjun Douluo shook his Panlong Staff, and his seventh spirit ring suddenly shone brightly!
"Seventh Soul Skill, Coiling Dragon True Form!"
hold head high--!
A high-pitched dragon roar reverberated through the valley. The coiled dragon staff in his hand swelled in the wind, carrying a terrifying force capable of shattering mountains and rivers, and he brought the staff down on his head!
Before the stick even arrived, the terrifying air pressure had already caused the ground to collapse several feet!
"The Spirit Hall! This is outrageous!"
Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot; he knew there would be no good outcome today.
He roared and advanced instead of retreating, causing the three spirit rings beneath his feet to explode simultaneously!
The violent soul power surged into the Haotian Hammer, causing the already enormous hammer to expand once more, carrying an indomitable and tragic momentum as it fiercely met the Coiled Dragon Staff that was falling from the sky.
At the same time, he unleashed the God of Slaughter Domain to resist the influence of the Yin-Yang Stillness Domain.
He twisted his body forcefully, trying to dodge.
"Great Sumeru Hammer! Ring Explosion!"
"Boom—!!!"
An indescribable, terrifying collision! The dark golden staff energy clashed violently with the jet-black hammer shadow!
The space itself seemed to be shattered, with visible black ripples spreading outwards, causing rocks to crumble and trees to turn to dust wherever they passed!
The entire valley shook violently, and the waterfall cascaded backward, as if the end of the world had arrived!
Tang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, his tiger's mouth split open, and the Clear Sky Hammer almost slipped from his grasp.
He was struck like a meteorite and embedded deeply into the mountainside!
Despite the power he forcibly enhanced with the Ring Explosion Technique, it was still directly suppressed by Thousand-Pound Douluo's long-awaited seventh soul skill!
This shows how serious his injuries were, far removed from his peak condition.
"kill!"
Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo intensified his domain power, unleashing countless golden chrysanthemum blades and eerie ghostly shadows from all directions towards Tang Hao, who was embedded in the mountain wall.
The twelve Soul Douluos in the air also attacked simultaneously, their various Soul Skills weaving together to form a net of destruction that descended upon the area!
"ah--!"
Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, knowing that if he continued fighting, he would surely die.
He roared and detonated two more spirit rings, using the violent recoil to break free from the mountain wall. He transformed into a streak of blood-red light and fled for his life in the opposite direction from Notting City without looking back.
He didn't even dare to, nor did he have the chance to, look back at the stone chamber behind the waterfall.
"Chase them! We absolutely cannot let them escape!"
Qianjun Douluo shouted coldly, his body transforming into a black streak of light as he gave chase.
Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo immediately withdrew his domain, and together with a group of Soul Douluos and Soul Saints, they transformed into streaks of light, relentlessly pursuing the blood-red figure, and disappeared into the horizon.
The earth-shattering chase has just begun.