Chapter 198: Tang Hao

"Sixth Soul Skill, Winged Strike Golden Body!"

This part of the battlefield was the true life-and-death struggle; the Golden Eagle Spirit Douluo used a sixth soul skill, his entire body radiating countless golden rays of light.

Not only did it shatter all of Tang San's Blue Silver Grass growing across the sky, but it also injured every member of Shrek.

If not for Jiang Zhu continuously casting three healing soul skills to keep them hanging on, many would likely be either dead or crippled.

Seeing this, Flender flew into a rage and said to the Magic Tiger Spirit Saint in front of him, "You bastard, most of our team are just children; was it necessary to use such a ruthless hand against them?"

The Magic Tiger Spirit Saint sneered, "Heh, you had better worry about yourself, Flender. Today, I say you won't escape even with wings. Seventh Soul Skill, Magic Tiger True Body!"

"Arrogant. Seventh Soul Skill, Cat Eagle True Body."

Both sides wanted a quick victory and simultaneously activated their Spirit Avatars; the battle fell into an even more intense collision. As the Cat Eagle claws clashed with the tiger claws, friction produced bursts of sparks.

Although Liu Erlong was burning with anxiety and wanted to save the others, her opponent was a Spirit Saint with a defense-type martial soul, the Hard Shell Battle Turtle. This person's strategy was the complete opposite of the Magic Tiger Spirit Saint's; he simply wore Liu Erlong down, making it so she could neither defeat him nor shake him off to go save the others.

Impatience is the greatest taboo in battle; Liu Erlong had a fiery temper and was more easily drawn into the enemy's combat strategy.

The Battle Turtle Spirit Saint retracted his head and limbs into his turtle shell. Then, five sharp blades grew out of the five openings in the shell. The Hard Shell Battle Turtle, like a flying disc, fiercely attacked Liu Erlong's openings, not only wounding her but also destroying the scales of her Red Dragon Spirit.

Huang Zhenshan, a capable subordinate under Ju Hua Guan.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had arrived early. They were currently, just like him, secretly observing the battlefield. The reason they did not immediately intervene was, in all likelihood, to time their rescue perfectly, as this would better earn them a favor.

This only intensified Liu Erlong's anger. "My scales! Damn you, you can attack me, but you shouldn't have destroyed my scales! You have truly angered this lady today. Seventh Soul Skill, Red Dragon True Body!"

Although no one here had exposed the Spirit Hall's identity.

How could the upper echelons of the continent not recognize these Spirit Hall experts?

It is easy to make mistakes when anxious; Liu Erlong revealed an opening during the fight, which was instantly spotted by the Battle Turtle Spirit Saint.

Tang Hao had not wanted to expose himself so early, but looking at the current situation, he had no choice but to act.

"Good opportunity! Sixth Soul Skill, Gear Blade Armor!"

The Battle Turtle Spirit Saint said disdainfully, "Hmph, so what if you're angry? Can it raise your level? Foolish woman, Seventh Soul Skill, Battle Turtle True Body!"

His gaze shifted, and in his heart, he formed a plan to counter the Spirit Hall—a strategy to kill two birds with one stone and profit from the chaos.

Tang San looked at the two battlefields in the sky, his heart filled with anxiety. "This is bad. The Dean and Teacher Erlong have both activated their Spirit Avatars, which shows they have been forced into a desperate situation. They have no time to save us right now. What should I do? If my Clear Sky Hammer had a Spirit Ring, perhaps I could put up a fight, but now, relying only on a trash martial soul like Blue Silver Grass, I am no match for a Spirit Douluo."

Luoerdi Yala, the leader of the Spirit Hall's intelligence organization.

This also made him temporarily put away the thought of exposing himself. With Ning Fengzhi and Sword Dao Chenxin present, let alone these people below, even if two Title Douluos came, they would be no match for them.

Tang Hao suddenly thought of something. "With Chen Xin here, there is no need to worry about the Spirit Hall. Then, I might as well take this opportunity..."

Since everyone from the Spirit Hall was attacking while masked, then besides Tang San, if the others died, this debt would still be counted against the Spirit Hall.

Right now, he didn't have these two things, and he wasn't so idle as to come out to rescue his mission targets.

"Spirit Hall!" Tang Hao, in the shadows, looked at the battle in the valley with fury. "I truly underestimated your shamelessness, actually sending such a lineup to lay hands on a few children!"

But just at this moment, he suddenly felt two familiar auras. "Ning Fengzhi, Sword Dao Chenxin?"

After all, the reason Ju Hua Guan appeared in the original story to interrupt Luoerdi Yala's attack was because he sensed the Acacia Heartbroken Red and the Strange Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

The current situation was far more dangerous than the original story; this time, there was no Long Gong or Poison Douluo coming out one after another to save the day.

Even Ju Hua Guan wasn't coming out to save anyone.

Everyone knew it in their hearts, but in order not to force the Spirit Hall into a massacre, they endured and said nothing.

Just right, he was also masked now. If he killed someone in this guise, of course, it would also be the Spirit Hall's doing.

For example, Nan Feihuang.

Back then, Lan Xue had swindled the hundred thousand year Blue Silver Emperor soul bone from his hands; he was certain it must have been prepared for Nan Feihuang.

Moreover, he judged that Nan Feihuang had likely already absorbed it; otherwise, how could he have advanced to Soul King at the age of fourteen? Even his son Tang San was not that much of a genius; he must have borrowed the soul power of the hundred thousand year soul bone.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Firstly, he could take back A Yin's soul bone; secondly, he could vent the frustration he felt back then; and thirdly, he could sow discord between the Spirit Hall and the Gu Lei Kingdom.

The current Gu Lei Kingdom was no longer weak, with two Douluos in one country. Turning them into enemies of the Spirit Hall was equivalent to gaining an extra friend for himself.

As long as he did not use his martial soul, he would not expose his identity.

To kill a mere Soul Ancestor, did he, a Title Douluo, need to reveal his martial soul?

The only trouble was Jia Chong, but that was not a problem either, because he was now a "person of the Spirit Hall" and could borrow the Spirit Hall's power to deal with him.

After deciding, Tang Hao's figure flashed and disappeared.

At this moment, the Gu Lei Academy and the many black-clad men of the Spirit Hall were still in a standoff, not having started the battle.

Only Jia Chong and Huang Zhenshan were fighting in what looked like a life-and-death struggle but was actually a sparring match. After all, they had to make some noise; otherwise, if other academies saw the Gu Lei Academy side so quiet, they would think the two sides were in cahoots.

Huang Zhenshan's Zhenshan Iron Sword was an archaic heavy sword. The quality of his martial soul was on par with the Giant Strength Big-Horned Beetle, but he did not have the optimal spirit ring configuration—he had two yellow, three purple, and three black, which was a notch below Jia Chong, so he was slightly at a disadvantage.

They had originally thought that both sides would fight harmoniously like this until the mission ended.

But an anomaly occurred. Just as the two were clashing, a figure in a black robe suddenly broke into the middle of their fight and, with lightning speed, ambushed Jia Chong, punching him in the abdomen and injuring his internal organs.

"Ugh!" Jia Chong let out a wail, his entire body slamming into the mountain wall.

"Grandpa Jia Chong!" The members of the Gu Lei Team were anxious. Who was the person who attacked? How could they heavily injure a Spirit Douluo with one punch?

This black-robed person was, of course, Tang Hao. He understood very well that if he wanted to kill Nan Feihuang, he had to first eliminate his bodyguard, the Brute Force Sect Master, Jia Chong.

Huang Zhenshan landed on the ground and looked up at the sky, seeing a figure in a black robe and mask standing proudly there.

To be able to walk through the void without even releasing a martial soul, and to appear on the battlefield of two Spirit Douluos without them noticing—this was absolutely something only a Title Douluo could do.

"Huang Zhenshan, take orders!" A majestic and domineering voice rang out. "The mission target has changed. I order you to assist me in eliminating Nan Feihuang!"

"This Crowned One! Who are you?" Huang Zhenshan was puzzled; he hadn't heard that this person was among the leaders sent out this time.

This person was clearly not Ju or Gui—the temperament was wrong. Lingyuan was even less likely; she was a beautiful woman, not a man of the Han Dynasty.

However, he must be a leader of the Spirit Hall; there was no mistake about that. After all, he was a Title Douluo, so his rank couldn't possibly be lower than his own.

Moreover, this assassination plan was a spur-of-the-moment idea after the Spirit Hall received intelligence; it was impossible for anyone else to know.

The person before him, like them, was dressed in a black robe and masked, and knew their plan. If it were a Title Douluo who appeared by coincidence, that would be too coincidental.

It seemed to be a hidden expert of the Spirit Hall.

"Hmph, who am I? Don't you understand yet after seeing this?" Tang Hao threw a token into Huang Zhenshan's hand.

Upon seeing it, Huang Zhenshan realized it was actually an Elder Token; this person was indeed a Title Douluo from their Spirit Hall.

It was actually not strange that the Pope wanted to kill Nan Feihuang, because Bibi Dong had indeed issued an order to eliminate Nan Feihuang back then, and Huang Zhenshan was one of the executors, though for some reason, it was later rescinded.

It seemed now that it was a matter of bringing up old business, and the Pope wanted to take advantage of the effort spent dealing with Tang San to finish off Nan Feihuang as well.

Under normal circumstances, Huang Zhenshan would certainly have made Tang Hao prove his identity.

But not today; he had just called out to stop Jia Chong, who was about to expose their identities, and if he made Tang Hao prove his identity now, wouldn't that be equivalent to openly self-exploding in front of everyone that they were people from the Spirit Hall?

Furthermore, this person was so knowledgeable about their Spirit Hall's operations, happened to be wearing a black robe here, and held an Elder Token; no matter how one looked at it, he was one of them, and it would be hard to justify saying he wasn't from the Spirit Hall.

"Do not ask more. At a time like this, do you really expect this seat to reveal his identity?" Tang Hao said coldly. He was so confident precisely because he knew that no one from the Spirit Hall dared to expose their identities today, and the Spirit Hall's subordinates would absolutely not let him prove his identity.

In fact, this Elder Token was not his; he had snatched it years ago when he was at level eighty-something after breaking the leg of a Title Douluo Elder of the Spirit Hall.

He originally had a higher-ranking Pope Token, but that one had already been given to the Master; however, at this moment, the Elder Token was enough.

"This subordinate obeys the order." Huang Zhenshan replied, and when he looked at Nan Feihuang again, killing intent was already permeating the air.

When there is an order from above, those below cannot disobey!

(End of this chapter)