Chapter 274: Level 60 vs. Level 40? The Advantage Lies with Me!
"Enough!"
Tang Xiao slammed his hand on the sandalwood armrest beside him, instantly cracking the sturdy surface. He abruptly stood up, like a lion awakening, his roar, imbued with immense soul power and the majesty of a sect leader, booming like thunder, instantly drowning out all the noise and insults in the arena.
The restless crowd below was intimidated by this sudden display of power, and their shouts ceased abruptly.
Although their faces still showed resentment and defiance, they dared not openly clamor any longer.
They could only stare intently at Tang San in the arena with even more hostile gazes.
However,
Tang Xiao's suppression did not quell the conflict; instead, it provoked an even more direct counterattack from the elders.
Seeing this, the Seventh Elder was even more enraged. He took a step forward, almost pointing his finger at Tang Xiao's nose, his voice trembling with extreme anger, and said,
"Sect Master! What...what do you mean by this?! In front of the entire sect, are you still going to insist on protecting this bastard who has tainted the sect's martial spirit?!"
Hearing this, Tang Xiao's face turned cold, his gaze shooting like lightning at the Seventh Elder, and he said in a deep voice,
"Seventh Elder, what do you want then?"
"After all, Xiao San is Hao Di's biological son, the old sect leader's own grandson! Blood ties are undeniable! The most authentic bloodline of our Clear Sky Sect flows in his veins!"
He took a deep breath, trying to steer the conversation in a direction favorable to Tang San. "Moreover, Xiao San's return this time is not to seek protection, but to help our sect rebuild its former glory and recreate its former glory as the number one sect in the world!"
Upon hearing this, not only was the Seventh Elder stunned, but even the other elders who had been resting with their eyes closed or observing coldly opened them, their faces showing absurdity and disbelief.
From the disciples below, a suppressed sneer rippled through the crowd.
The Second Elder slowly opened his eyes. He was the most senior and the most composed, but even he wore a mocking smile. He said,
"Sect Master, are you joking? Him? A mere teenager, helping the sect rebuild its glory? Just based on him… and his unique martial soul?"
He deliberately emphasized the word "unique,"
causing everyone to recall that nauseating description.
"I never joke! Do you know that Tang San is only fifteen years old this year, but his soul power level has already reached level sixty-six! He's a true Soul Emperor!"
Facing the doubts, Tang Xiao straightened his chest. He knew this was the only reason he could give Tang San a chance. His gaze swept across the entire audience, and his voice suddenly rose.
"What? A fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor?!"
"How is that possible?!"
"It must be a lie?!"
A clamor erupted from below the stage; everyone was shocked by this number.
Even the elders were astonished.
A fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor—this was unheard of!
Tang Xiao was very satisfied with the effect. He continued to present even more impactful facts, saying, "Back then, my grandfather, the invincible Tang Chen, only had a soul power level of around level 50 when he was fifteen! Tang San's talent even surpasses my grandfather's!"
At this moment, his eyes were blazing, and his voice was like a booming bell, echoing in every corner of the hall.
"Such astonishing and unprecedented talent, given time and careful nurturing, how could it not help our Clear Sky Sect regain its former glory?! Such a genius, in ten years, will surely be the pillar of our Clear Sky Sect, a generation's pride! Just because his martial soul has temporarily shown some... some problems that we haven't yet understood, should we shut out such a genius, or even stifle him?!"
Tang Xiao's words were resounding.
He tried to use Tang San's terrifying cultivation talent to cover up the shame brought by the martial soul mutation, and to mold Tang San into the future hope of the sect.
Instantly, the hall fell into a brief silence. Many people were shocked by the terrifying talent data and began to whisper among themselves.
If what the sect leader said was true, then this Tang San… perhaps…
However, after a brief moment of shock, the Seventh Elder's face grew even more grim. He stared intently at Tang San, then at Tang Xiao, and said coldly,
"Talent? No matter how high the talent, if the martial soul is so filthy, that's an even greater crime! To entrust the future of our sect to a wretch who can't even control his own martial soul?"
"It's utterly ridiculous! I absolutely refuse to accept it!"
The disgrace of talent and martial soul formed a sharp opposition.
The focus of the debate returned once again to the Clear Sky Hammer, which had not yet been publicly displayed but had already become the target of everyone's criticism.
Just as the hall was abuzz with the rumors surrounding Tang San's maggot-like hammer, and the Seventh Elder was vehemently questioning him, Tang Xiao suddenly stood up and explained in a deep voice:
"Please listen to me! The reason why Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer martial soul became like that is because he possesses a twin martial soul, a rare occurrence!"
"Because he cultivated two martial souls simultaneously, the conflicting attributes of his soul power caused an uncontrollable mutation when the first soul ring was attached!"
This information was told to Tang Yuehua by Tang San on their way here, and Tang Yuehua had just relayed it to Tang Xiao via telepathic communication.
"Twin martial souls?!"
"Two martial souls? Twin martial souls?!"
"This... how is this possible? The Clear Sky Hammer and... and that soul beast?"
"How many years has it been since a twin martial soul appeared on the continent?!"
Everyone was shocked by the words "twin martial souls."
This meant unparalleled talent and potential; if he could grow smoothly, his future would be limitless! Even the usually aggressive Seventh Elder showed a hint of extreme shock on his face.
Tang Xiao, seizing the opportunity, attempted to sway public opinion, saying,
"That's right! Xiao San possesses a twin martial soul, one in a million!"
"Although the first spirit ring of the Clear Sky Hammer has malfunctioned for unknown reasons, it's not irreparable! As long as the subsequent spirit rings are powerful enough, they might even cover up the initial flaw and unleash greater power! I implore you all, for the sake of his twin martial soul, his extraordinary talent, and his Clear Sky Sect bloodline, please stop making things difficult for him!"
His words were sincere, attempting to use the immense value of a twin martial soul to offset the negative impact of the Clear Sky Hammer's martial soul becoming corrupted.
However, once hatred and prejudice take root, they are difficult to eradicate with reason.
The Seventh Elder slowly recovered from his shock, his facial muscles contorted with extreme resentment. He pointed at Tang San, his voice hoarse, filled with deep-seated hatred:
"Not make things difficult for him?! Not make things difficult for this bastard?! Not make things difficult for this wretched child?! Then who will pay for my son's life?!"
"If it weren't for that bastard Tang Hao causing trouble back then, how could my son have died in the encirclement and suppression of the Spirit Hall?! He just left, leaving us to bear the decline of the sect and the pain of losing our son! Now you think you can get rid of his son with the excuse of twin spirits? Dream on!"
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and the pain of losing his son and the humiliation of the sect's retreat that had been suppressed for decades finally erupted, and he unleashed a series of vile insults at Tang San.
"You little bastard! You're just like your deadbeat father, a scourge! A jinx to the sect!"
"Your father was a good-for-nothing who couldn't control his lust, almost destroying the sect's foundation for a soul beast woman!"
"You're a good-for-nothing too! You've even ruined your own martial soul into that disgusting, inhuman mess! You and your father are a disgrace to the Clear Sky Sect! Sinners! You deserve to be torn to pieces..."
These extremely vicious curses, especially the wanton insults against his father Tang Hao, were like the sharpest needles, piercing Tang San's heart and breaking through his last line of rational defense.
Suddenly, Tang San's head, which had been hanging low, jerked up, and his eyes, which had been flickering with guilt, were instantly filled with a blood-red light!
Immediately, a cold, viscous, terrifying killing intent, seemingly emanating from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, erupted from his body like a tangible force!
Killing God Domain, open!
Instantly, dark red light spread rapidly from Tang San's center.
The temperature in the hall plummeted, and a heavy stench of blood filled the air. Disciples with lower cultivation levels felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their souls trembling with fear!
"You...you can insult me...but you cannot insult my father!!" Surrounded by murderous intent, Tang San's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the Seventh Elder, roaring furiously.
He had actually used his Soul Emperor status and the Killing God Domain to withstand the pressure of a Title Douluo!
"Insolence!"
"How dare you, junior!"
"Insubordination! What kind of decorum is this!"
The other elders were also enraged! In their eyes, Tang San's actions were undoubtedly a blatant provocation and a contempt for the authority of the elders!
Instantly, several powerful Title Douluo pressures rose simultaneously, then crashed down on Tang San like mountains!
Under the combined impact of these terrifying pressures, Tang San's Killing God Domain fluctuated violently. After a moment, he groaned and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he still stubbornly straightened his spine, his eyes filled with crazy obstinacy and resolute determination.
"You...you rely on your seniority and strength to humiliate me and my father like this!"
"I, Tang San, am here today to challenge you!"
"If I win, I will make you apologize to my father!!"
Upon hearing this, the Seventh Elder seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and let out a mocking laugh: "Hahaha! You? A mere six-ring Soul Emperor, you dare to challenge me? I can crush you, you ignorant bastard, with a single finger!"
Tang San was now blinded by anger and killing intent, and retorted without showing any weakness, with a mad sneer on his face, saying: "Old man, you don't dare? Are you afraid of losing to this bastard in public, and having nowhere to put your old face?!"
"You...!" The Seventh Elder had never been so defied, especially by a junior he regarded as a scoundrel. He was so angry that his hair stood on end, and his soul power overflowed uncontrollably. It looked like he was about to disregard his status and forcefully attack.
"Seventh Elder, stop!" The Second Elder, who had been silent all along, finally spoke. He reached out and stopped the enraged Seventh Elder, his voice steady yet carrying an undeniable authority. "As an elder of the sect, how can you attack a junior from a younger generation? If word gets out, what will become of the Haotian Sect's reputation?"
He turned his gaze to a burly young man with a composed aura in the crowd below and ordered, "Where is Tang Hu? You are the most outstanding of the third generation disciples. You will fight in place of the Seventh Elder and test the strength of this twin martial soul genius. Remember, stop when you've made your point. However, if you lose, you will spend a year in solitary confinement in the back mountains to reflect on your actions."
Tang Hu, who had been named, was about to clasp his hands in acceptance and step forward when a slightly immature yet exceptionally firm voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
"Second Elder, wait!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a third-generation disciple, not particularly tall and with a somewhat timid-looking face, stepping forward from the crowd. This person was Tang Wei, a boy who was the weakest among the third-generation disciples, and whom Tang Chuan disguised himself as using a simulated soul skill.
"Tang Wei?"
The Second Elder clearly recognized this mediocre disciple, his brow furrowing slightly.
"What do you want?"
The fake Tang Wei bowed to the Second Elder and the other elders, his tone feigned, with the indignation of a newborn calf unafraid of tigers.
"Second Elder," he said, "why bother Brother Tang Hu with such a disgraceful wretch who tarnishes the sect's honor and dares to utter such arrogant words? This disciple is unworthy, but I am willing to fight in his place and teach him a lesson on behalf of the sect!"
The Second Elder was taken aback, a look of exasperation on his face.
"Little Wei," he said, "you... your soul power has only recently broken through to level forty, and you haven't even attached your soul rings yet. How can you possibly be a match for a level sixty Soul Emperor? Don't be ridiculous, step back immediately."
The fake Tang Wei, however, did not step back. Instead, he straightened his back, raised his voice a few decibels, and interrupted the Second Elder with a resolute confidence, saying,
"Second Elder, rest assured! Although this disciple's strength is meager, my judgment is still good!"
"I observe that Tang San, although his soul power level appears to be as high as sixty, his aura is unstable and his killing intent is chaotic and mixed. Clearly, his foundation is unstable, and he may have forcibly increased it through some kind of evil method or forced growth! This kind of unstable level sixty is nothing but a paper tiger! Although I only have level forty soul power, my foundation is solid, and it is enough to deal with him!"
His words clearly echoed throughout the hall.
"Pfft—"
"Hahaha, has Tang Wei taken the wrong medicine today?"
"Level forty fighting level sixty? And with twin martial souls? Has he gone mad!"
A burst of laughter and incredulous discussions immediately arose from below the stage. Everyone thought that Tang Wei, who was usually timid, had been provoked into madness.
Tang San, who was already on the verge of exploding with rage, heard these extremely insulting remarks. Not only did they question whether his strength came from evil methods, but they also sent a mere level forty soul master to humiliate him? He immediately trembled with anger, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he was panting heavily.
"Fine! Fine! Fine! Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish! Come and fight me!"
He suddenly raised his hand, pointing at the fake Tang Wei, his voice hoarse and ferocious, saying, "But! What if you lose? Will you make those old guys on the stage immediately kowtow and apologize to my father? Or... will you cripple your Clear Sky Hammer spirit yourself?!"
A terrifying killing intent, almost tangible, accompanied by the pressure of his level 60 Soul Emperor aura, surged towards the fake Tang Wei! He wanted to make this ant who dared to insult him pay the price!
However, facing this killing intent and pressure that was enough to break the minds of an ordinary Soul Master, Tang Chuan, disguised as Tang Wei, merely raised an eyebrow slightly, a barely perceptible, mocking smile even appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Fine. If I lose, I will do as you say, and cripple my spirit in front of everyone." Facing Tang San's question, filled with killing intent and humiliation, Tang Chuan nodded calmly, his tone indifferent as if he were talking about a trivial matter unrelated to himself.
"But what if you lose?"
"I can't possibly lose!" Tang San laughed maniacally, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. His laughter was filled with absolute confidence in his strength. He said,
"If I, Tang San, lose to a mere level 40 trash like you, then I'll let you do whatever you want with me! Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!"
Tang San was blinded by rage and never even considered the possibility of losing to a Soul Master. In his eyes, it was absolutely impossible.
After all, a level 60 fighting a level 40—in Grandmaster's words, the advantage lies with me!
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