Douluo: Reincarnation of the Exiled Immortal, a Flute Tune to Send Heroes Away

Chapter 64: I, Tang San, will avenge my father's murder

Tang Hao's self-destructive power completely erupted at this moment. The terrifying energy fluctuations swept over like a tide and instantly hit the protective shield.

The protective shield vibrated violently, and the runes flashed wildly, as if it would collapse at any time.

However, with the help of the power of the Heavenly Phoenix, the protective shield forcibly blocked Tang Hao's self-destructive power.

Energy fluctuations raged within the protective shield, but were unable to break through its defense.

"Crack——!"

Cracks appeared on the surface of the protective shield, but the cracks were instantly repaired by the power of the Heavenly Phoenix.

Bibi Dong outside the protective shield was pale, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted, not daring to relax at all.

"boom--!"

Tang Hao's self-destructive power finally dissipated gradually, and the energy fluctuations outside the protective shield also gradually subsided.

Bibi Dong breathed a sigh of relief, the protective shield slowly dissipated, her body swayed slightly, and she almost lost her balance.

"Your Holiness!" Ghost Douluo and others hurried forward to support Bibi Dong, their eyes full of worry.

Bibi Dong waved her hand, indicating she was fine. Her gaze fell on the exiled immortal in the void, and a complex expression flashed in her eyes: "Thank you for your help, sir."

The exiled immortal looked indifferent and ignored Bibi Dong's words.

He flicked his sleeves lightly, his eyes swept over the people below, and finally stopped at the place where Tang Hao fell.

At this time, Tang Hao had completely lost his breath, his body was badly damaged, and he could barely see the shape of a human.

Tang San knelt beside Tang Hao, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping from between his fingers. His eyes were filled with tears, but he forced himself not to cry out loud.

Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing and others stood behind him with solemn expressions, their eyes filled with grief and anger.

"Dad..." Tang San's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat. His body trembled slightly, and his mind kept replaying the scene of Tang Hao pushing him away.

"Third brother..." Xiao Wu gently held Tang San's hand, her eyes full of heartache. She knew that Tang San's heart was filled with self-blame and pain at this moment.

The exiled immortal walked up to him, holding the jade flute lightly, his expression as calm as autumn water, as if nothing in the world could disturb his inner peace.

His gaze swept over Tang San and the others, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, as if the people in front of him were just ants.

"Are you Tang San?" The exiled immortal's voice was as cold as jade, with a hint of indifference.

Tang San raised his head, his eyes filled with hatred and anger, and he met the Exiled Immortal's gaze without fear. His voice was hoarse and low: "You killed my father. Today, I, Tang San, will avenge you!"

The exiled immortal raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

He didn't say anything, but the contempt in his eyes made Tang San's anger grow even stronger.

Tang San gritted his teeth, clenched his fists even tighter, his nails almost digging into his flesh. His body trembled slightly, but the determination in his eyes remained undimmed: "Even if I am no match for you now, one day, I will personally kill you!"

Upon hearing this, the exiled immortal's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. That smile held a touch of elegance, yet also revealed a hint of cold murderous intent: "That depends on whether you can survive until then!"

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the exiled immortal suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the next moment he appeared in front of Tang San. He raised his hand, and a sharp immortal energy condensed from his fingertips, pointing directly at Tang San's eyebrows.

The soul power was not violent, but rather gentle like a clear spring, but the murderous intent contained in it was chilling.

"stop!"

"Don't touch Third Brother!"

"Senior, please be magnanimous and spare Xiao San's life!"

The people from Shrek Academy hurried to Tang San's side.

"Stop!" Xiao Wu was the first to rush forward, blocking Tang San's way, her eyes filled with determination. Her voice trembled, yet carried an unquestionable firmness: "If you want to kill him, kill me first!"

Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, Oscar and the others also stepped forward, protecting Tang San behind them. Although there was fear in their eyes, there was more loyalty and reluctance to leave their companions.

Ning Rongrong bit her lip, a flicker of struggle in her eyes, but she finally stood up. She took a deep breath, mustered her courage and said, "Senior, although Tang San's words were offensive, he was only impulsive. I beg you to show mercy and spare his life!"

Her voice was clear, but with a hint of trembling, and it was obvious that she was full of fear of the banished immortal.

On the viewing platform, Ning Fengzhi's face turned pale the moment he saw Ning Rongrong stand up. He stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry: "Rongrong! Don't mess around!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong also wore solemn expressions, their soul power surging faintly, ready to strike at any moment. They knew the Exiled Immortal's strength well. If Ning Rongrong angered him, the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect would likely suffer a devastating disaster.

However, Ning Rongrong seemed not to hear Ning Fengzhi's cry, and still stood firmly in front of Tang San. Although there was fear in her eyes, it was more of concern and reluctance to leave her companions.

The exiled immortal glanced at the people standing in front of Tang San, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

His voice was as cold as jade, with a hint of indifference: "You all are loyal and righteous, but the ending cannot be changed."

As he finished speaking, the immortal energy at his fingertips suddenly burst out, transforming into an invisible wave, rushing straight towards the people standing in front of Tang San.

"Be careful!" Dai Mubai shouted, his White Tiger Martial Spirit instantly possessing him, attempting to block the celestial energy wave. However, his White Tiger protective barrier was as fragile as paper in the face of the celestial energy and was instantly shattered.

Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun and others also released their soul skills in an attempt to resist, but their soul power seemed so insignificant in front of the exiled immortal.

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower in her hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light. She whispered, "The Seven Treasures transform into Glazed Tower. One is power, two is speed, and three is soul!"

The light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower enveloped everyone, trying to increase their strength.

However, even so, they still could not resist the fluctuations of the exiled immortal's immortal energy.

The exiled immortal glanced at Ning Rongrong indifferently, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Rongrong, you seem to have forgotten something."

As he finished speaking, the immortal energy at his fingertips suddenly increased, directly knocking everyone away.

"puff--!"

Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and the others vomited blood and fell to the ground, their faces as pale as paper. Ning Rongrong was also thrown back several steps, the light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her hand dimmed, and it was obvious that she had suffered serious injuries.

Tang San watched his companions get hurt protecting him, his eyes filled with pain and self-blame. He gritted his teeth, abruptly stood up, his eyes burning with unyielding fire: "Exiled Immortal! The one you want to kill is me, not them! Come at me if you dare!"

(End of this chapter)