Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 97 The Changes in Wu Changkong
"Evil Soul Master?"

From the shadows beneath the hood came a low, short laugh, yet it contained endless mockery and unrestrained arrogance.

"Hahahaha... What a joke! A huge joke!"

The dragon's laughter reverberated in the thick darkness, and countless tiny hummingbirds flapped their wings at the same time, piercing one's eardrums and making one's mind tremble.

"There are no evil martial spirits, only evil people. This saying describes you perfectly, Tang Sect!"

The laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by a murderous intent more chilling than the biting winds of the far north.

"Buzz!"

The tiny, jet-black hummingbird phantom at the fingertip exploded instantly!

It doesn't disappear, it decomposes.

It breaks down into tens of thousands of tiny, black needle-like shadows, so fine they are almost invisible to the naked eye.

They are not physical entities, but are purely composed of highly condensed dark soul power and the will to destroy.

In an instant, an absolute dark domain with a radius of 100 meters suddenly formed, centered on Long Xiao.

Within the domain, light was completely swallowed up, sound was completely blocked, leaving only a despairing silence and countless extremely subtle, high-frequency humming sounds.

The two Tang Sect Title Douluos didn't even have time to unleash their strongest defensive soul skills before everything went black and they lost all five senses.

Immediately following was the excruciating pain that was pervasive and omnipresent.

"Ugh..."

"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."

A series of faint, penetrating sounds rang out, like a downpour striking banana leaves.

Their battle armor, covering their bodies, was as fragile as paper before those dark needles finer than a hair.

The needle shadows ignored physical defenses, directly penetrating the soul power shield, the battle armor, the skin and flesh, and frantically drilling into their meridians, bones, and even invading their spiritual sea.

Each penetration takes away a sliver of life, leaving behind a cold, dark erosion with a strong annihilating force.

Their bodies were suspended in mid-air by countless invisible threads, convulsing and twisting violently. Their skin was instantly covered with fine blood spots, which then expanded and turned into sprays of blood mist.

Soul power clashed and disintegrated wildly within his body, emitting a dull bang.

A dignified Title Douluo, in this absolutely dark Bee Swarm Domain, was like a moth caught in a spider's web, unable to even make a decent struggle, and could only passively endure the excruciating pain of being slowly sliced ​​apart.

"too weak."

Long Xiao didn't even move a step. He merely slightly raised the index finger of his right hand, which was hovering over the hummingbird's phantom.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Two beams of black light, deeper than the night and faster than lightning, shot out silently from his fingertips.

The black light was as thin as a spider's thread, yet its tip was filled with an extremely sharp light.

It was precisely the shape of the hummingbird's phantom beak.

These two beak-like spikes seemed to ignore the barrier of space, and the moment they appeared, they accurately pierced the foreheads of the two Title Douluos who were struggling painfully within the domain.

"Uh!"

The two of them trembled violently, as if they had been frozen in place, and all their convulsions and screams stopped abruptly.

A tiny, almost invisible black dot appeared between his eyebrows.

The next moment, two thick, viscous masses of dark energy, seemingly capable of devouring all light, erupted violently from the black dot between their brows without warning.

Like two flowers of death blooming in silence, dark energy instantly swept over their bodies, frantically devouring and annihilating their remaining soul power, vitality, and even their spiritual imprint. Their battle armor shattered inch by inch, turning into ashes.

The body, like a piece of rotten wood drained of all moisture, rapidly withered and carbonized under the onslaught of dark energy, eventually turning into two clumps of black dust drifting in the wind.

From the moment Long Xiao's three-word battle armor expanded its domain to the moment the dust settled, the entire process took only a few breaths.

Two titled Douluo from the Tang Sect, who were powerful enough to dominate a region in the Douluo Continent, both died in front of the Dark Hummingbird Dragon Owl, a super Douluo.

Titled Douluo?

Ants.

Long Xiao also specially left behind a titled Douluo.

The middle-aged man struggled to lift his head and witnessed the horrific sight of his companion turning into ashes in an instant. His eyes were filled with extreme fear and resentment.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of foul blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and roared with his last breath:

"The Dark Hummingbird... this matter... we, the Tang Sect... will never let it go!!!"

"You evil spirit master, how dare you set your sights on us Tang Clan members? You're simply courting death!"

"Once our Tang Sect settles the score, hey, do you really think the Spirit Pagoda will protect you, you Super Douluo?"

The roar was shrill, yet it couldn't hide the underlying cowardice beneath the fierce exterior.

Long Xiao slowly lowered his finger, and the tiny hummingbird phantom at his fingertip reformed, its beak still dripping with crimson, a symbol of death.

The shadow beneath his hood shifted towards the source of the sound, his hoarse voice cold and utterly devoid of emotion:
"I'll say the same thing to your Tang Clan. If you dare to reach out again... I'll bury as many as you come."

The cold words seemed to deliver a final verdict.

Upon hearing this, the heavily injured Tang Clan elder dared not linger for a moment. He activated some secret technique, causing a burst of blood mist to erupt from his body. He transformed into a dim streak of blood light and fled at an astonishing speed, disappearing into the depths of the shattered academy buildings.

The thick darkness that enveloped the academy receded like the tide, and sunlight shone down again, but it could not dispel the lingering stench of blood and the chilling aura of destruction in the air.

Long Xiao then slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Wu Changkong, who was being supported by Long Bing.

Wu Changkong's face was as pale as paper, and his breath was weak, but his eyes were still stubborn and complicated as he looked at his future father-in-law who had just displayed terrifying strength.

"I'm telling you, kid." Long Xiao's voice had lost its previous cold killing intent, and instead carried a hint of elder's helplessness and bluntness. "Those mad dogs from the Tang Clan have already decided you're a traitor, and they wish they could grind you to dust. What are you still doing, stubbornly clinging to that wretched place?"

“If my daughter hadn’t begged me so desperately today, you and all your precious students would have lost your lives here.”

He raised his chin and pointed to Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Xu Xiaoyan, who were still in shock and pale-faced.

"Even if you don't think about your own life, you should at least think about what will happen to my daughter in the future, and the three of them too."

Long Xiao's gaze swept over the three teenagers.

"Today the Tang Clan can barge into the academy and arrest you, forcing them to join. Tomorrow they can use even more despicable methods."

"This Donghai City, and even the entire Tiandou region, is no longer safe for them."

Wu Changkong's body trembled slightly. He looked down at Long Bing, who was tightly gripping his arm and had tears in her eyes, and then at Tang Wulin and the other two, whose faces were full of worry and relief.

The cold reality was like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last vestige of his illusions about the Tang Clan and his unrealistic persistence.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, which aggravated his wound, and he let out a suppressed groan.

When I opened my eyes again, the struggle and frustration in them had been replaced by an almost resolute clarity.

“…I understand.” Wu Changkong’s voice was hoarse and tired, but it carried a sense of relief that everything had settled down. “I’ll go with you.”

He looked at Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Xu Xiaoyan, his tone leaving no room for argument:
"You can't stay here either."

(End of this chapter)