Chapter 178: Yu Tianxin's Death, Yu Yuanzhen Strikes
But at that moment, Tang San's Spiderweb Restraint had already been unleashed—it was one of his strongest spirit abilities.
His heart skipped a violent beat.
"What's going on? Dai-ge and Zhuqing's Martial Soul Fusion Skill shouldn't leave Yu Tianxin completely defenseless!"
They had practiced it many times the previous night and understood the Netherworld White Tiger's power in detail.
Yu Tianxin was a level forty-three Spirit Ancestor, bearer of the domineering Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit. How could he fall apart so easily?
A bad premonition flashed through him.
He desperately tried to pull back the trajectory of his Spiderweb Restraint.
Even so, half of the web still sliced across Yu Tianxin's body.
Yes—sliced!
Yu Tianxin's body, already charred and fragile from the flames, had almost no vitality left. His flesh was soft and limp.
When the web bound half his torso, Yu Tianxin's upper body was torn from his lower half in midair, scattering in opposite directions.
He went limp instantly—dead.
The Blue Lightning Twin Star, Yu Tianxin, perished at Tang San's hands.
Tang San froze.
Ma Hongjun froze.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing froze.
Jing Ling and Oscar froze.
Lei Shan froze, as did the rest of the Thunder Academy team.
The entire spirit arena fell into absolute silence.
The referee in midair stared wide-eyed, trembling.
Someone… had died?
The one who died was Thunder Academy's captain—Yu Tianxin.
He was the direct heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
And he had died at the hands of Tang San, the son of Haotian Douluo.
The referee staggered. Something disastrous had happened.
The rules of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament clearly forbade crippling or killing opponents.
This was the first time such an incident had ever occurred.
At that moment, chaos erupted in both the stands and the VIP gallery.
Ever since Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing had unleashed their fusion skill, all attention in the great arena had been fixed on this particular stage.
High-level spirit masters who were familiar with the Dai and Zhu families' fusion skill assumed it could manage at most two blows—enough to impress, but not to decide the outcome.
They thought a hard-fought match would follow.
But no one expected what came next. Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Tang San, and Ma Hongjun brought shock—shocking rather than thrilling.
"Die!"
A thunderous roar split the heavens. The sky itself cracked open as lightning surged like a raging dragon.
Someone had lost all reason—Yu Yuanzhen.
He had also been watching the match in the Great Spirit Arena—not among the crowd, of course, but in a private box.
After Yu Tianheng's death, Yu Tianxin had been his greatest hope, the chosen direct successor of his clan.
He had believed Yu Tianxin would teach Tang San a lesson. But unexpectedly, a Martial Soul Fusion Skill gravely wounded Yu Tianxin in an instant—followed by Tang San and Ma Hongjun's merciless strikes.
Yu Yuanzhen hadn't even had time to react.
Now, he had lost his mind completely. Yu Tianxin and Yu Tianheng were both once-in-a-generation talents, the future Title Douluo of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—their hope.
Their deaths meant the clan would lose another twenty years.
Now he wanted only one thing: Tang San's death.
Sudden thunder erupted, turning the entire arena blinding white.
Lightning crashed down.
On the VIP platform, Sword Douluo's expression changed, but Ning Fengzhi shook his head slightly.
An enraged Yu Yuanzhen should be handled by Tang Hao. Now was not the time for anyone else to intervene.
Still, Ning felt deeply concerned.
After this, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Clear Sky Sect would truly be irreconcilable—fire and water.
This could force the entire Blue Lightning Clan straight into the arms of Spirit Hall.
He glanced calmly toward Salas.
Salas wore a mask of shock—but beneath it, triumph flickered.
Perfect, he thought. The Blue Lightning Clan would now have no choice but to align with Spirit Hall.
"Tang San and Dai Mubai committed murder!
Their wolfish ambitions are monstrous—they knew killing was forbidden in the tournament, yet they ruthlessly slew Yu Tianxin.
The tournament committee must act immediately and punish them severely!"
Salas spoke out loudly, unconcerned that Yu Yuanzhen had already struck.
Let them fight! Let another battle erupt!
Tang Hao, what are you waiting for?
Salas smirked grimly to himself.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort suddenly reverberated—echoing directly in every heart present. The lightning itself in the sky paused for a moment.
A massive phantom of a dark-golden Clear Sky Hammer rose silently above the arena.
Nine radiant spirit rings ascended—
the ninth glowing crimson. That translucent red light froze every soul in the stands.
The world-renowned Haotian Douluo had appeared.
It was known that only Tang Hao possessed a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.
A black figure appeared silently in midair above the arena.
Then—an explosion of thunder as fierce lightning clashed head-on with the Clear Sky Hammer.
"Yu Yuanzhen! Can't your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan accept defeat?"
Tang Hao's low, thunderous voice filled the Great Spirit Arena, making it clear—Yu Yuanzhen was the one attacking Tang San.
Faced with Tang Hao's mockery, Yu Yuanzhen gave no reply.
A dragon's roar boomed across the heavens as a mass of blue-black storm clouds converged.
Within the churning clouds, a colossal Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon writhed among bolts of lightning—like the end of the world descending.
The dragon dove, lightning blazing around it, seemingly intent on annihilating the entire arena.
Yu Yuanzhen, lost in fury, no longer cared for reason—he sought only to make Tang Hao and Tang San pay.
"Yu Yuanzhen, if you want war, then war it is!"
Tang Hao's gaze was icy, fixed upon the descending dragon.
Beside him, the massive Clear Sky Hammer gleamed with intense dark-golden light, its form expanding until it spanned over a hundred meters.
The colossal hammer rose to meet the storm head-on.
But that was not Tang Hao's full power.
His hundred-thousand-year red spirit ring flared, tracing crimson runes over the hammer's dark surface.
That ring was his greatest advantage—the very reason he could stand against Yu Yuanzhen.
Tang Hao's face flushed red, his body trembling from the strain of forcing out such extreme power.
His previous battle wounds had not yet healed.
Yet against a berserk Yu Yuanzhen, he had no choice. If he didn't act, Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others below would perish.
In an instant, the atmosphere of the Great Spirit Arena changed completely. The air itself twisted under the pressure. The terrified spectators flattened against the ground, unable to move.
This was a battle between Title Douluo—their oppressive aura alone left ordinary people blank with fear.
No one had imagined that watching a spirit master tournament would turn into a struggle for life and death.
Yu Yuanzhen's raging lightning made no allowance for the people below—audience or competitors.
But Tang Hao's eyes saw only the main stage—and his son. The lives of others did not concern him in the slightest.
(END CHAPTER)
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