Douluo: The Biography of Tang Yao

In the Tangmen conference room.

"So, the prince is really a fake? Then who is she?" Dai Mubai pointed at Qian Renxue, who was speechless and had been stuffed with pills by Tang Yao.

"Actually, there is no need to do this..." Tang Yao played with a token on Qian Renxue's body. The faint sacred aura on it strongly resisted the "yin" pole of the yin-yang fish pattern on Tang Yao's forehead.

When everyone heard what Tang Yao said, they all rolled their eyes. Didn't you stuff the elixir?

As if he knew what everyone was thinking, Tang Yao said calmly: "I just think she is noisy." With that, he put another pill into Qian Renxue's mouth and untied the rope tied to her body with one hand. Stuff it into a storage ring.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Miss Qian Renxue, the contemporary saint of Wuhun Palace and the successor of Seraphim." Tang Yao smiled and patted Qian Renxue on the shoulder, pointing to an empty seat and said: "Please take a seat."

"Qian Renxue, the Qian clan?" Tai Tan suddenly thought of something and asked.

"My father is the previous generation of popes." Qian Renxue replied as if casually, but then her eyes swept over Tang San with a hint of hatred.

"The new pope?" Tang San also thought of something: "The person who led the team to encircle and suppress my parents."

The atmosphere in the conference room was obviously a little anxious, and there was a faint collision of auras between Tang San and Qian Renxue. Suddenly Qian Renxue seemed to have given up, and a look of helplessness appeared on her beautiful face: "I have become your defeated general. I will kill you if you want, and scrape me if you want."

As soon as he said this, his eyes turned to Tang Yao again.

"Let me tell you, there is no need to draw conclusions prematurely on some things," Tang Yao said with a smile. "We might as well go back and take a look." As he said this, his spiritual sea opened up, and almost instantly the conference room was filled with Yin and Yang Qi.

Seeing this scene, Dugu Bo was not calm anymore: "Let your spirit go out, the spiritual power of a demigod."

Without answering, Tang Yao made a casual move, and a compass made of mental power appeared in his hand. "You two," he looked at Tang San and Qian Renxue: "Borrow me a drop of blood."

Although the two of them didn't know what Tang Yao was doing, they still readily gave him a drop of blood.

Two drops of blood fell exactly where the Yin-Yang fish's eyes were in the compass.

"Later, everyone." Tang Yao only left this sentence, and just like Tang San and Qian Renxue, they collapsed on their seats.

Among the weapons, Tang Yao, Tang San, and Qian Renxue stood as before, but they were only in soul form.

"You two, my mental power has reached the level of a demigod. I always have some abilities. What happened twenty-two or twenty-five years ago? Come with me." As he said that, Tang Yao played with his hands. Compass: "Yin and Yang are in order, but destiny is impermanent."

Twenty-five years ago.

"Your Holiness, Bibi Dong must stay in Wuhun Hall no matter what! We cannot let her and Yu Xiaogang leave!"

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"Xiaodong, come to me."

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"Teacher...what are you going to do??!...Teacher??!!"

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"I'm sorry, Xiaodong, you can only stay in Wuhun Hall."

Qian Renxue has turned away. The fact of traceability through blood cannot be faked. Even if it is faked, the blood donor will see through it at a glance. She had never thought that her father was such a beast.

Twenty-two years ago.

"Your Holiness, I heard that Tang Hao's wife was originally a hundred thousand year soul beast..."

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"Soul hunting, start!"

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"Tang Hao, you are not worth risking your family and your life for a woman."

"You will die to me!!!"

"Obsessive."

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"Teacher, you have been smart all your life, but you didn't expect that I would send you into a trap... How could Tang Hao hand over his wife? What did you do to me three years ago... what you soiled... what you lost... Come back..."

"Come back!!!"

In the air, Qian Renxue and Tang San looked at each other.

"Bibi Dong."

"It's not Tang Hao." "It's not Qian Xunji."

Tang Yao sighed, the compass in his hand exploded to pieces, and there was not much mental energy left around him.

"Come back as soon as you know. I'll take a nap."

The spiritual power dispersed in the air was taken back into Tang Yao's body, and the other two slowly woke up.

Tang San and Qian Renxue looked at each other, then immediately separated. Twenty-two years ago, there was a battle between Tang Hao and Qian Xunji for A Yin. But at that time Qian Xunji had reached all nine rings, and the meaning of doing so was the biggest mystery. Now the mystery has been solved, and there is indeed an answer that no one could have imagined.

Qian Xunji is dead, and there is no hatred between the two. Bibi Dong was the instigator back then.

Thousands of miles away, in a cave.

The ghost of Tang Yao that recorded the information disappeared.

"Bibi Dong..." Tang Hao had a faint aura of a titled Douluo, even though he only had seven rings now. Ah Yin felt this aura next to him, and a bit of blue light fell on Tang Hao, calming him down.

"Yes, you are right, there are descendants..." Tang Hao said, and stroked the broad leaves of the Bluesilver Grass with his rough hands.

"This boy Tang Yao did not hesitate to spend so much mental energy to eliminate the hatred between the two families, is it for the Qianjia child?" Tang Hao said: "I heard that the saints of this generation are very talented..."

Tangmen conference room.

"Xiao San, what's wrong with you? Just now..." Before Dai Mubai finished speaking, he saw Tang San smile bitterly and look at Qian Renxue.

After exchanging a look, Tang San knew that Qian Renxue meant for him to speak.

"Just now, Xiaosi used his magical compass and a drop of our blood to look back on the past..."

After everyone listened to Tang San's words, they were all extremely shocked. The elders of the next four sects also had no idea that it was Bibi Dong who wanted to kill the Haotian Sect back then. He was even more shocked by Tang Yao's miraculous and endless abilities.

"That's it...please sit here and please don't spread the word, to prevent Wuhun Palace from being killed if it finds out." Tang San said.

"You all know?" Tang Yao only heard this sentence when he woke up. His eyes that he barely opened were full of exhaustion.

"I told them."

"It's okay, has Miss Qian Renxue's obituary been released by Wuhun Palace?" Tang Yao asked.

"Obituary?" Everyone was a little shocked.

"In order to attract more hatred, Wuhun Palace must demonize us. Kidnapping and killing the contemporary saint is undoubtedly a good choice."

"I'll go out and ask. Others are not allowed to enter the high-level meeting." Bai He said that he had already left the door. In less than three minutes, Bai He opened the door again and came in.

"Your guess is really accurate." Bai He looked a little surprised. The blank piece of paper in his hand was Qian Renxue's obituary and Tang Yao's wanted order.

"It's just a little trick." Tang Yao shook his head, but heard Qian Renxue exclaim.

"Then my grandpa's side..." Qian Renxue jumped up from her seat almost instantly. "Tang Yao, I must return to Wuhun Palace now. I want Qian Daoliu to be a ninety-ninth-level titled Douluo. If he knows that I am dead, he will definitely massacre the country!"

Everyone in the room was breathing heavily. When they looked at Tang Yao, they found that the latter was not too nervous.

"Look, I said on the battlefield that Qian Renxue is a good person, at least a kind person." Tang Yao laughed and said: "You can't fool Qian Daoliu with this trick. Even the elders of Wuhun Palace have their own Soul Lamp, as her precious granddaughter, will you?"

Understanding appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Then Miss Qian Renxue, you can go." Tang Yao turned around and said.