Chapter 360: Two Dragons Die, the Grandmaster Perishes

"Xiao Gang, hurry and run, I cannot hold him off for too long." Blood had already begun to seep from the corners of Liu Erlong's mouth.

On her arms, thighs, and other areas, the skin was even cracking due to her muscles being strained to an overloaded state.

She was currently fighting entirely beyond her own limits; perhaps only a woman with such a love-addled brain could reach this degree.

"Erlong, you must be careful yourself." The Grandmaster gritted his teeth, and after struggling for a moment, he decisively chose to flee. This was not entirely because he was greedy for life and afraid of death, but because he knew that only if he escaped first would Liu Erlong have a hope of survival.

At this moment, the more hesitant one was, the harder it would be for both of them to escape death.

After speaking, the Grandmaster quickly ran toward the rear. Although his strength was not great, he was, after all, a Great Soul Master approaching the level of a Soul Elder, with twenty-nine levels of soul power, so he was much faster than an ordinary person. He soon disappeared into the jungle, running until he was out of sight.

"Liu Erlong, you are not bad. Among the Spirit Saint realm, there are very few who can block three of my moves. It is just a pity that your ability to choose a man is not very good—he is nothing but a piece of trash who is greedy for life and afraid of death," Ci Xue mocked. He did not mind the Grandmaster's escape in the slightest.

Once he dealt with Liu Erlong, if he wanted to chase a mere Great Soul Master, it would take less than a minute to catch up.

"Hmph, a person like you, how could you know Xiao Gang's greatness? He is the strongest martial soul theory master in the world. His theories will surely rewrite the future of Spirit Masters. Therefore, he cannot die. He is not greedy for life and afraid of death, but carries a mission that must be borne by him," Liu Erlong said, gritting her teeth.

She increased her soul power output once again. At this moment, it was not just the corners of her mouth; both eyes, both ears, and her nose all began to seep blood.

This was the most severe symptom of bleeding from the seven orifices. The appearance of such symptoms meant that she was truly not far from death.

"Sick!" Ci Xue muttered silently to himself. He completely failed to understand the thought process of this love-addled brain.

How did he see that Grandmaster? He didn't look that great at all.

And as for those Ten Great Martial Soul Theories, he had heard of them too. Some were common sense, some were wrong, and the remaining parts were simply unverified.

Why would such a figure be called a theory master?

"A woman like you, though your strength is great, your temperament is not even as good as a child's. This old man is already too lazy to bother with you. Go to hell!" Citun Douluo suddenly exerted force. As his soul power increased significantly, although the number of flying thorns in the sky did not change, both their speed and impact force became more than twice as strong.

Ci Xue truly brought out his Title Douluo-level strength; he did not intend to play with Liu Erlong any longer.

Before long, Liu Erlong's Red Dragon was pierced through by the thorns of the Puffer Spirit. Liu Erlong watched with fearful and desperate eyes as the sky full of flying thorns stabbed toward her body.

"Hmph, senseless!" Ci Xue flicked his hand, his figure flashed, and he continued to chase in the direction of the Grandmaster.

He did not even look back once.

In the silent jungle, the tall Liu Erlong stood on the ground. The nearby lawn had already been dyed black by her blood, because due to Ci Xue's deadly poison, everything Liu Erlong was shedding now was poisonous blood.

One could see her whole body was covered in poisonous thorns, like a hedgehog. Especially at the center of her brow, a poisonous thorn had passed through, leaving a hole flowing with black blood. She closed her eyes, and her breathing had already stopped.

When a Spirit Saint faces a Title Douluo, if they do not run but fight head-on, this is the ending.

After all, not every Spirit Saint is named Nan Feihuang or Qian Renxue.

Only monsters with god-level martial souls like them can exert power comparable to a Title Douluo during the Spirit Saint stage, but for ordinary people, there is a chasm between a Spirit Saint and a Title Douluo.

The Grandmaster was still running for his life in the jungle. Unfortunately, at his pace, let alone running for just a few minutes, even if he ran for another day and night, Ci Xue could easily catch up to him.

It was just like how Jinlun Fawang toyed with Guo Xiang. When the Grandmaster ran out of the jungle and arrived at the side of a river, Ci Xue had already been waiting there for a long time.

"You run really slowly, you really are a piece of trash. I really can't figure out why that Liu Erlong would risk her life to protect you," Ci Xue said.

Seeing Ci Xue, Yu Xiaogang's eyes held not only anger but also despair. "It's you... what did you do to Erlong?"

"Rest assured, nothing happened. She died very quickly. Originally, I wanted to use my deadly poison to torture her for a bit, but her spirit was somewhat worthy of my respect, so one of my poisonous thorns directly pierced her brain, ending her life. She died instantly and didn't have time to feel the power of my deadly poison," Ci Xue said, as if he were very merciful.

After hearing his words, the Grandmaster roared in anger, "You... you actually killed Erlong!"

One must know that ever since his martial soul suffered a malignant mutation, he had suffered bullying and ridicule, and later, unable to bear the humiliation, he left the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family alone.

In this world, besides his biological father Yu Yuanzhen, only four people had never ridiculed him.

The first was his first love, Bibi Dong, who not only did not ridicule him but encouraged him to develop in the direction of theory and made all the materials collected by the Spirit Hall public to him; only then did the current him exist.

The next three were his best friend Flender, his true love Liu Erlong, and his beloved disciple Tang San.

But now, his first love had long since parted ways with him, his best friend had been beheaded by Star Luo for public display, and his beloved disciple's life or death was currently unknown.

The only one accompanying him was Liu Erlong; she was his only spiritual pillar now.

"Damn it! First Soul Skill, Fart Like Thunder, Boom-Heaven-Shattering Luo Sanpao! Second Soul Skill, Fart Like Smoke, Hypnotic Sleep Luo Sanpao!" The Grandmaster summoned his martial soul Luo Sanpao and fired two soul skills in succession at Citun Douluo.

But such an attack was not even enough to tickle Citun Douluo; instead, it enraged him.

"Bastard, it stinks to death! You actually dare to use a fart to blast me." Ci Xue waved his hand in disgust, and a massive amount of soul power stirred up a whirlwind, blowing away Luo Sanpao's fart.

Ci Xue walked toward the Grandmaster step by step. The Grandmaster was already too terrified to move, but Luo Sanpao, on the contrary, glared fiercely at Citun Douluo.

"Oh, this peculiar external Beast Spirit is actually not afraid of my Puffer Spirit. How can a high-level martial soul not suppress a low-level one?" Ci Xue was thoughtful. "Unless, this is not a low-level martial soul."

"Heh heh, so that's how it is. Yu Xiaogang, you really are a piece of trash. It turns out it wasn't your martial soul that dragged you down, but you who dragged down your martial soul."

Ci Xue soon figured it out: this Luo Sanpao should have originally undergone a positive mutation, and the direction of the mutation was very powerful, but the Grandmaster himself could not withstand such power, which caused the martial soul's power to decline rapidly, eventually leading to a failed mutation and turning into this ghostly appearance.

That saying, "There are no useless martial souls, only useless Spirit Masters," was actually slightly proven at this moment. Wasn't Luo Sanpao, a perfectly good Golden Sacred Dragon, turned into a useless martial soul precisely because it was dragged down by a useless Spirit Master?

"A piece of trash like you truly has no qualification to live in this world. Die!" Citun raised his palm, and a stream of purple venom gushed out, enveloping Yu Xiaogang from head to toe.

As a mere Great Soul Master, he could neither dodge nor block it.

"Ah!!!"

Finally, accompanied by a shrill scream, Yu Xiaogang's body gradually melted into a puddle of blood under the purple venom.

"Mission accomplished. In this way, no one will be able to go to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family to report the news," Ci Xue muttered to himself.

(End of chapter)