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With only one remaining Title Douluo left to deal with, Bibi Dong didn't even bother taking action herself.
She handed the escape route of the Third Elder to Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, then prepared to return to the Spirit Hall to organize her coronation ceremony.
While Tang Hao was a formidable opponent that Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo couldn't handle, dealing with a mere 93-level Third Elder was child's play.
After all, he was just an ordinary Hao Tian Hammer Title Douluo—no Killing God Domain, no Exploding Ring Technique. Faced with their Fusion Technique, the Dual-Stasis Field, how could he possibly fight back?
Not even the younger generation of the Hao Tian Sect was spared by Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo.
This time, because of the Hao Tian Sect, their heads had nearly rolled. They were harboring a deep resentment that needed release, and these young Hao Tian Hammer wielders made for perfect targets.
They didn't care about what Dugu Bo in the original story called the "heart of a strong soul." If they did, they wouldn't have been assigned to ambush Tang San and his group.
Stripped of their mysterious and noble aura, soul masters were, at their core, nothing more than warriors.
There was no elegance or grandeur in killing—only the nauseating stench of blood.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's seductive face was now smeared with blood, but he paid it no mind. A pure smile spread across his face as he wiped away imaginary sweat, saying,
"Finally, I feel relieved. The murderous intent Great Elder planted in my mind is finally gone."
"Yes, the pressure from Great Elder was truly overwhelming," Ghost Douluo sighed. Even now, thinking about it sent shivers down his spine.
After tidying up briefly, the two returned to report.
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Several dozen days later, the hidden sanctuary of the Hao Tian Sect was filled with sorrow. Of the five groups that had fled, only two remained.
The cowardly Fourth Elder, eager to lash out, was met with a chilling glare from Tang Xiao, causing him to retreat step by step.
"The sect has suffered greatly. I know everyone is grieving, but this is not the time for infighting or self-pity," Tang Xiao said coldly.
Once boasting seven Title Douluo, including Tang Hao, the sect now had only Tang Xiao and the ineffectual Fourth Elder left. The weight on Tang Xiao's shoulders had grown exponentially.
The Fourth Elder seemed to realize what Tang Xiao intended and spoke up.
"What?! Don't tell me you actually think you can become the sect leader! The downfall of theHao Tian Sect today is entirely your lineage's fault. How dare you claim the position of sect leader?"
'Sharp as ever,' Tang Xiao thought silently. A sudden surge of intense aura erupted from his body as he glared at the Fourth Elder.
"You only blame our lineage for bringing disaster to the Hao Tian Sect. Why don't you mention the unparalleled glory and legacy that Grandfather Tang Chen brought to the sect?"
Unyielding under Tang Xiao's aggressive tone, the Fourth Elder stood his ground. Both had recently broken through to become Title Douluos, and neither could overpower the other—they were evenly matched.
"All you do is reminisce about Grandfather Tang Chen's glory! If it weren't for the incompetence of his descendants, how could the Hao Tian Sect have fallen to this state?"
Tang Xiao laughed bitterly. When times were good, they never acknowledged the benefits Tang Chen had brought. Now, in their hour of suffering, they blamed everything on his lineage.
Summoning his Hao Tian Hammer, wrapped in crackling blue lightning, Tang Xiao spoke coldly.
"There's no way to convince you. Let's settle this the way soul masters do and decide the future of our sect."
"Who's afraid of whom!"
The Fourth Elder cowered before stronger opponents but unleashed his full force against the newly promoted Tang Xiao. The two quickly clashed, instinctively moving away from the hidden sanctuary to avoid damaging it.
Both were offensive-type Title Douluos, neither yielding to the other. Their battle shattered several mountain peaks in succession. In the end, the Fourth Elder fell just short, defeated by Tang Xiao.
But the Fourth Elder's eyes burned with resentment.
"Damn it! You have a soul bone—a hereditary soul bone of the Hao Tian Sect! Why would the sect leader give it to you?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Aside from my brother Tang Hao, I'm currently the most promising member of the Hao Tian Sect. Who else should Father give it to?
Now that Tang Hao is unreachable, and without inheriting the Exploding Ring Technique or the Great Mustard Hammer, I'm not qualified to inherit the title of Hao Tian Douluo.
But rest assured—I'm not power-hungry. I must atone for the sins of our lineage and ensure the continuation of the Hao Tian Sect. From now on, I will serve as the acting sect leader, known as Roaring Sky Douluo. Do you have any objections, Fourth Elder?"
Staring at Tang Xiao, his body enveloped in thunder and exuding an overwhelming presence, the Fourth Elder swallowed hard. Reluctantly, he acknowledged Tang Xiao's position. After all, in the world of soul masters, the strongest reigned supreme—whoever had the highest cultivation naturally deserved to lead.
Thus, the affairs of the Hao Tian Sect came to a temporary close. Meanwhile, the Spirit Hall welcomed their new Pope.
As Bibi Dong stood there, clad in her resplendent white-gold papal robes and exuding an air of nobility, the eyes of everyone present in the Spirit Hall were filled with fervor.
It wasn't just her displayed cultivation of two yellow, two purple, and five black rings as a Title Douluo—it was also because she was the first commoner woman to ascend to the papal throne.
Bibi Dong's rise gave commoner soul masters a much-needed boost of confidence. See? Even we commoners can achieve the rank of Title Douluo.
However, the newly crowned Bibi Dong didn't rush to implement sweeping reforms in the Spirit Hall. Instead, she immersed herself in studying its affairs, gradually addressing the backlog of unresolved matters left by Qian Xunji.
Seeing how mature and composed Bibi Dong had become after years of experience, all the high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall breathed a sigh of relief, confident that she would make a worthy Pope.
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During this time, Ye Wen welcomed three children into his life.
Ah Yin was the first to give birth. The twins emerged—one daughter, followed by Ye Wen's son.
The birth of Ye Wen's children was not only his personal joy but also a momentous occasion for Tian Xing Academy. Though the academy was neutral, its core essence was Ye Wen himself. With his children born, the academy's legacy was secured.
For his eldest daughter, Ye Wen had already prepared a name: Ye Tianxin. His son was named Ye Tianchen.
As for the logic behind the names, Ye Wen simply felt they fit well—and paired nicely with Tian Xing Academy.
Shortly after, Bo Saixi gave birth to Ye Wen's youngest child, a little princess.
Though she had witnessed countless births, this was Bo Saixi's first time personally nurturing a life within her.
Gazing at her daughter's adorable face, Bo Saixi's expression softened with maternal affection.
Since the child was a girl and connected to the Sea God, naming her Ye Tianhai didn't sound right. After much deliberation, Ye Wen had a flash of inspiration and named her Ye Tianshui.
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