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As soon as those words were uttered, the entire scene fell silent. Everyone looked at Tang Chen with incredulous eyes. Reattaching severed limbs was simply an unheard-of miracle. Even the most top-tier healing Spirit Masters on the continent had never heard of being able to regrow severed limbs, let alone using a Spirit Bone as a foundation.
Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's usually unruffled eyes suddenly burst forth with a spark of surprise. He stared intently at Tang Chen and the Spirit Bone in his hand. His always ramrod-straight body even trembled slightly.
The pain of a severed arm was something no one could understand more deeply than he did. If it truly could be reattached, it would change everything for him.
Not far away, Ning Fengzhi was first stunned upon hearing this, then an uncontrollable look of ecstasy surged onto his face. He quickly stepped forward, his voice trembling with excitement as he spoke. Little friend Tang Chen, are your words true? If you can truly help Uncle Jian reattach his severed limb, this kindness is like a second rebirth.
My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, from top to bottom, will owe your Tianxing Academy an immense favor. In the future, should there be any need, my school will go all out without a second thought. If you have any needs, whether it be wealth or resources, just ask.
Listening to Ning Fengzhi's string of excited pleasantries and promises, Tang Chen merely waved his hand casually. He interrupted him with a tone that was calm and carried an undeniable indifference. School Master Ning, saying so many pleasantries is useless. Just remember the favor.
Immediately after, he turned to look at Sword Douluo and nodded slightly. Let's go. We will find a relatively intact quiet room, and I will reattach Senior Sword Douluo's severed limb now.
Having said that, Tang Chen was about to lead Sword Douluo towards the inner courtyard. However, after taking a few steps, his gaze swept over his surroundings, and his footsteps involuntarily paused.
Amidst the ruins, injured and groaning Tianxing Academy teachers and students were everywhere. Some were covered in blood with ghastly wounds. Some had exhausted their spirit power and were pale-faced.
Some had severed hands and feet, suffering immensely. The previous attack by Spirit Hall had caused a large number of casualties. Although the core combat power remained, the middle and lower-level disciples and teachers suffered heavy losses. Wails of sorrow filled the air.
Looking at this scene before him, a flicker of unbearable sadness crossed Tang Chen's eyes. He murmured to himself that it seemed he needed to help them recover first. The next moment, under the astonished gaze of everyone, Tang Chen's spirit power surged again.
The platinum-gold million-year seventh spirit ring, the red hundred thousand year third spirit ring, and the red hundred thousand year fourth spirit ring beneath his feet all lit up simultaneously.
A vast, pure, blue-gold halo, imbued with endless vitality and healing power, swept out from Tang Chen's body like gentle yet swift ripples. It instantly covered every corner of the entire Tianxing Academy.
This blue-gold light was like a divine caress with life of its own. Wherever it passed, miracles occurred. The severely injured who lay on the ground groaning in pain had their ghastly wounds heal at a visible speed.
Blood flowed backward, and damaged flesh recovered as before. Those who had collapsed in exhaustion due to depleted spirit power quickly had their pale faces turn rosy.
Their dried-up meridians once again surged with abundant spirit power. Even those who were critically wounded and on their last breath were forcefully pulled back from the gates of hell. Their injuries stabilized, and their life Qi became steady and strong.
As long as a single breath remained, no matter how severe the injury, all recovered as before under the shroud of this blue-gold light. In just a few breaths, the ruined battlefield became utterly silent.
All the injured teachers and students stood up in disbelief. They moved their perfectly intact bodies and felt the abundant spirit power within them. Their faces were filled with extreme shock and ecstasy.
It was as if everything they had just experienced was merely a nightmare. People began to shout that their injuries were healed and their spirit power had recovered. They called it a miracle.
With just one area-of-effect healing spell, all the injured in the entire academy were instantly cured. This god-like healing ability once again deeply shocked everyone present. Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, Dugu Bo, and even those with resolute minds like Sword Douluo Chen Xin looked at this incredible sight with disbelief and reverence.
After completing all this, the light around Tang Chen slowly receded. He acted as if he had only done a trivial thing. He looked at Sword Douluo with a calm expression and told the senior it was time to go. Sword Douluo nodded heavily, no longer having any doubts about the reattachment of his severed arm.
Half a day later, the scene shifted to Spirit City at the Supreme Pontiff Palace. At this moment, within the majestic and solemn hall, the air was enveloped by an extremely oppressive atmosphere. It felt as if it were capable of freezing the soul. Bibi Dong sat high on the Supreme Pontiff's throne.
She listened expressionlessly as Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo reported the situation. They were kneeling on one knee, covered in blood with weakened auras. They reported the disastrous failure of the Heaven Dou City operation in trembling and grief-stricken voices.
When she heard the news of Ghost Douluo Gui Mei's complete annihilation and Devil Bear Douluo's body being torn apart, her reaction was immediate. Bibi Dong's jade hand, clutching the gem-encrusted scepter, immediately changed color.
Her knuckles instantly turned white from excessive force, even emitting faint cracking sounds. The next second, the previously restrained aura around her changed. A terrifying pressure erupted, mixed with towering rage, icy killing intent, and a hint of disbelief.
She didn't even make any obvious movements, yet the Supreme Pontiff's throne beneath her could not withstand this invisible aura impact. The throne was meticulously carved from ten-thousand-year cold jade, but it emitted a mournful groan of unbearable strain and was instantly covered in dense cracks.
An icy roar, as if from the nine levels of hell, exploded in the hall like a clap of thunder. She called them useless. Immediately after, Bibi Dong fiercely stood up from the cracked throne. Her deep phoenix eyes now burned with a rage capable of incinerating everything.
She shouted that two Titled Douluo had fallen. She asked how they could have such a disastrous defeat and if they still had the face to return and see her. Her voice was not too loud, yet it carried a chilling coldness and majesty that pierced the soul.
This made Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo tremble all over as if wrapped in ten-thousand-year profound ice. They did not even dare to raise their heads.
She reminded them that she had sent four Elders and two Revered Elders. She was furious that such a lineup was miserably defeated. They had lost troops and generals to a junior who just entered the Spirit Saint realm and a dying old poison. She told them they had simply shamed Spirit Hall completely.
As soon as her voice fell, a purple light flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. She fiercely raised her right hand and swept it through the air towards the two men below. Two muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo were struck hard. Their bodies flew backward like kites with broken strings. They spurted blood from their mouths and crashed heavily against the hard pillars of the great hall.
Then they slid softly to the ground. Already severely injured, their injuries were now exacerbated. Their faces were as pale as paper, and their aura was as weak as a flickering candle in the wind. No one had expected that Bibi Dong would personally strike and worsen their injuries.
Ghost Leopard Douluo lay on the ground, almost lacking the strength to even cough up blood. His eyes were filled with terror. However, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan struggled to support his body with his arms. He ignored the blood continuously overflowing from the corners of his mouth.
He raised his face, which was twisted by blood loss and grief. He let out a desperate and mournful plea. He begged Her Eminence to calm her anger and said he deserved ten thousand deaths for his incompetence.
However, he cried out that Old Ghost died so tragically. He explained that his friend was completely annihilated by that little beast Tang Chen, and not even a wisp of his soul remained.
He begged Her Eminence to uphold justice for them and avenge Old Ghost. He screamed that they must tear that little beast Tang Chen into ten thousand pieces.
He wanted to extract his soul and refine his bones to honor Old Ghost's spirit in heaven. As he cried out, he repeatedly slammed his forehead heavily against the cold ground.
The dull thudding sounds filled the room. Soon, his forehead was a bloody mess, making it a truly tragic sight. This showed the depth of his affection for Ghost Douluo and the intensity of his hatred. A moment later, only Chrysanthemum Douluo's sorrowful pleas echoed throughout the entire Supreme Pontiff Palace.
Looking at Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was pleading like a stray dog below, Bibi Dong remained silent for a long while. Then her cold voice, devoid of any human emotion, slowly sounded.
She declared that she wanted Tang Chen and Tianxing Academy gone, leaving not a single chicken or dog left. However, she noted that the most important thing right now was not to annihilate them. She stated they must first go to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt a hundred thousand year spirit beast.
She needed to attach the seventh, eighth, and ninth spirit rings to her second spirit. Near the academy, Yu Xiaogang watched the horizon with a heavy heart, wondering what the future would hold for his students after such a brutal conflict.