Douluo Continent: The creation of Jixia Academy made Bibi Dong drool with envy.

Chapter 20 Yuan Ge impersonates Haotian, Gangzi's Martial Soul is shattered!

The black hand magnified infinitely in Yu Xiaogang's terrified and desperate gaze.

that moment.

Time seemed to slow down incredibly.

He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in that palm.

It was a pure, ultimate, and domineering power capable of crushing everything.

Faced with this power, his so-called Soul Master theories, which he was so proud of, crumbled.

It seems so ridiculous and powerless.

He couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance; he could only wait for death to come like a lamb to the slaughter.

He regretted it.

He regretted provoking the Jixia Academy.

He regretted being greedy for fame and taking Tang San as his disciple.

I regret... why I was so cowardly.

If... if he hadn't run away...

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.

"No-!"

In the instant before death was imminent, Yu Xiaogang let out a hysterical, desperate scream.

Two sickeningly loud cracking sounds of bones breaking followed.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Excruciating pain, indescribable pain, surged through his body like a tidal wave from his legs.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a scream even more shrill than a pig being slaughtered.

He lowered his head with difficulty and, by the moonlight, saw his twisted, deformed, and bloody legs.

The stark white bone fragments pierced through the flesh, exposed to the air, appearing ferocious and terrifying.

His leg... was broken.

The excruciating pain almost made him faint.

But this is just the beginning.

The hand that had slapped off his legs did not retract; instead, it silently imprinted itself on his lower abdomen, the dantian—the key to a soul master's storage of soul power.

“Buzz—!”

A power, condensed to its extreme yet filled with destructive aura, exploded within his dantian like a detonated bomb.

"puff-!"

Yu Xiaogang felt as if his dantian had been destroyed in an instant, and his meridians had been severed.

An indescribable sense of emptiness and intense pain came from the depths of my soul.

Immediately afterwards, he could clearly "hear".

Within his own soul, the martial spirit that had been with him for decades—Luo Sanpao—let out an extremely faint, painful, and unwilling lament.

then……

Like shattered porcelain, it broke into pieces and vanished into nothingness!

The close connection between his soul and his soul was completely severed.

Martial Soul…

It's broken!!!
This is not just useless! It's utter destruction, leaving not even a trace of its existence.

Both legs were broken.

His martial spirit shattered.

The dantian was destroyed.

At this moment, although Yu Xiaogang was still alive, he was actually in a more miserable state than if he were dead.

He became a complete useless person, a cripple who was even worse than an ordinary person.

"Ho...ho..."

The intense pain and trauma left him without even the strength to scream.

He lay limp on the cold ground, like a fish out of water, his mouth agape, breathing in vain, his eyes filled with emptiness and despair.

The "Tang Hao" shrouded in a black robe.

She looked down at him coldly, her icy eyes filled with disdain and... a deeply hidden loathing.

It was as if killing him would dirty their own hands.

After confirming that Yu Xiaogang had completely become a useless piece of trash who posed no threat whatsoever.

Tang Hao didn't linger; his figure disappeared into the night like a ghost.

Yu Xiaogang was left alone, paralyzed in the desolate wilderness, like trash abandoned by the world.

The excruciating physical pain was secondary; what truly filled him with despair was the shattering of his martial spirit and the destruction of his dantian.

This means that he will never be able to cultivate again or sense soul power in his lifetime.

His proud title of "master," his lifelong dedication to the theoretical research of soul masters... all turned into a complete joke at this moment.

His life... is completely over.

"Heh heh...why...why..."

He muttered to himself, tears welling in his eyes. Was it resentment?
He resented the "Tang Hao" who crippled him?
Resentment towards the Jixia Academy that made him lose face?
Resentment towards Flander for abandoning brotherhood?

Or... do I resent myself?

Do you resent your own incompetence, resent your own cowardice?

Perhaps... both are true.

But now, none of that matters.

The most important thing is... to survive!

He is afraid.

They were afraid that the evil star would return.

A strong will to survive overcame the excruciating physical pain and the despair in his heart.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and braced himself on the cold ground with his hands, which were trembling with fear.

He ignored the excruciating pain in his legs.

He couldn't care less about the extreme weakness caused by the shattered dantian.

Like the lowest of worms, it crawled little by little toward the dark distance...

He didn't know where he was going, or what the future held.

All he knew was that he had to survive.

Even if it means living like a dog.

We must survive.

Only by living can there be a future.
……

And on the canopy of a towering ancient tree not far from here.

Two figures stood in mid-air, like deities blending into the night.

The cool moonlight shone on the face of the young man at the head of the group, illuminating his handsome, almost otherworldly features.

It was Yanbo Mountain.

He gazed silently into the distance at the crawling figure casting a long, distorted shadow in the moonlight.

There was no pity in his eyes, only indifference.

Beside him stood a young man with a refined demeanor tinged with melancholy, whose appearance was equally handsome.

It was as if invisible threads were moving rhythmically in the young man's hands, connecting him to something.

Beside him floated a doll that bore a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to him, but was more exquisite and lifeless.

This young man was the new ally Yan Boshan had recently gained through a precise summoning using the energy and fortune accumulated within the Ark's core—

Yuan Ge, a top puppeteer from the King's Continent, with a soul power level of 81, is a control-type Soul Douluo.

Yu Xiaogang would never know that the "Haotian Douluo" who crippled him was a masterpiece perfectly executed by Yuan Ge, who controlled his puppet and used illusion techniques.

"Well done, Yuan Ge."

Yan Boshan withdrew his gaze and offered a word of praise.

Yuan Ge bowed slightly, her voice clear yet slightly aloof:
"It is Yuan Ge's honor to be able to share the burden of the dean."

His gaze followed Yan Boshan to the direction where Yu Xiaogang had disappeared, his eyes showing no emotion.

He felt no guilt whatsoever for having just crippled a so-called "master."

He would carry out his master's orders without hesitation.

Yan Boshan stood with his hands behind his back, the cool moonlight making his figure appear even more mysterious.

He had his own reasons for having Yuan Ge impersonate Tang Hao and cripple Yu Xiaogang.

The blame was firmly placed on Tang Hao's head.

If Tang San finds out the truth in the future, what will he do?

The master and disciple broke off relations, the father and son became estranged... and then Xiao Wu was captured, destroying his own foundation...

What Yan Boshan needs to do is to completely destroy the bonds and trust between the main characters of the original work, bit by bit.

He wanted to turn this so-called "chosen one" into a worthless nobody.

Only in this way will the "world's fortune" he carries gradually dissipate and eventually be absorbed and utilized by himself and by the Jixia Academy.

As for the Asura God who might be hiding behind the scenes, watching Tang San?

A cold glint flashed in Yan Boshan's eyes.

He admitted that with the power he currently possessed, he was still not strong enough to directly confront a god-king from the divine realm.

The Ark Core requires a massive amount of luck to unleash its true power.

But that doesn’t mean he’s afraid.

time.

The one thing he has in abundance is time!

As long as we develop the Jixia Academy step by step, cultivate forces loyal to ourselves, and continuously gather the world's fortune,
Once the Ark Core has accumulated enough energy, the true "reconstruction of the King's Continent" can begin.

At that time, let alone a single Asura God, Yan Boshan could replace the entire God Realm Committee!
Yan Boshan's gaze seemed to pierce through the endless night.

They gazed toward the distant and mysterious realm of the gods.

"Douluo Continent...a world full of 'miracles' and 'variables'..."

"One day, it will become a chessboard in my hands, at my disposal... to manipulate and conquer!"

Dear handsome men and beautiful women, is anyone watching?

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