mousepad-d2 Chapter 342 Your Haotian Sect's debt will be settled today!
Chapter 342 Your Haotian Sect's debt will be settled today!
Avalanche and Prince Snowstar collapsed beside the stiff body of Emperor Snownight, weeping bitterly.
A palace coup, the emperor's tragic death... this series of blows nearly broke these two members of the royal family. Xue Beng trembled all over, tears streaming down his face. Whether it was true or not, the shock and grief of the royal family's sudden upheaval were palpable.
Looking at the scene before him, Marshal Goron forcibly suppressed the grief and anger surging in his heart. After all, he was the commander of the military and still retained a sliver of reason.
Immediately, his gaze swept across the ravaged battlefield, finally settling on Ning Fengzhi, whose face was pale and whose soul power was unstable. His voice was somewhat hoarse as he said:
"Sect Leader Ning... what... what exactly is going on?"
"Your Majesty...how could His Majesty have suddenly...passed away?!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and immediately calmed himself down.
He couldn't allow anyone, especially the military and the royal family, to have any doubts about the cause of Emperor Xueye's death. He had to firmly establish the conclusion that the Spirit Hall poisoned Emperor Xueye in everyone's minds, because it was he who had made the decision to detoxify Yang Wudi.
If these people found out that Emperor Xueye was killed by torture, what would happen?
After a moment of silence, Ning Fengzhi said in a deep voice:
"Marshal Ge Long, it's the Spirit Hall! Xue Qinghe is actually a spy sent by the Spirit Hall, impersonating the Crown Prince! She colluded with many Title Douluos of the Spirit Hall to launch a palace coup, and even poisoned His Majesty with a mixed poison before the coup!"
"Although we risked our lives to come to your aid and repel the powerful enemy, the poison that has afflicted His Majesty is far too insidious and potent, having penetrated deep into his very bones..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Yang Wudi, whose face was deathly pale and whose lips were stained with blood, before continuing, "Both Poison Douluo and Clan Chief Yang have done their utmost to investigate, confirming that the poison has become entangled with His Majesty's life essence, beyond the reach of medicine. Clan Chief Yang even risked using the family's secret acupuncture technique to draw out the poison from His Majesty, attempting to buy a glimmer of hope. However, the poison from the Spirit Hall is simply too potent! Just now, the poison suddenly backfired, and His Majesty… then…"
Ning Fengzhi didn't say anything more, but shook his head heavily, tears glistening in his eyes.
He deliberately obscured the specific process of Yang Wudi's acupuncture treatment and the details of its failure, only emphasizing its risky efforts and the extreme potency of the poison, thus attributing the death of Emperor Xueye to the Spirit Hall as the culprit.
Following Ning Fengzhi's guidance, Marshal Gelong looked at the gruesome death of Emperor Xueye, his face turning purplish-black and bleeding from all seven orifices. Seeing Yang Wudi's exhausted state after his failed attempt to save him, most of his doubts vanished, replaced by a burning rage. He gritted his teeth and said:
"The Spirit Hall... What a Spirit Hall!"
"This grudge will be settled with the million-strong army of my Heavenly Dou Empire, a fight to the death!"
Just then, a pile of rubble not far away suddenly loosened, and then a rather disheveled figure, covered in blood, struggled to crawl out from it.
It was Tang Xiao, who had been severely injured and blasted away by Golden Crocodile Douluo and buried in the ruins.
At this moment, he was severely injured, and his aura was extremely weak. Even his Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit was difficult to maintain, and he could only barely lie on the ground to support his body.
Looking around, Tang Xiao saw the remains of Emperor Xueye and the complex expressions on Ning Fengzhi and the others' faces, and he also walked unsteadily toward them.
However, he had only taken a few steps closer.
"Tang Xiao!!!"
A furious roar filled with boundless rage and deep-seated hatred suddenly rang out!
Yang Wudi, who had been weak and leaning against the broken pillar, suddenly became like a lit dynamite, his eyes turning bloodshot, ignoring his injuries, and his soul power surging wildly around him.
Eight spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—simultaneously lit up on his body. The Soul-Breaking Spear emitted a mournful buzzing sound, its tip pointing directly at Tang Xiao, who was staggering towards him!
"What a fine Haotian Sect! What an ungrateful, heartless Tang Xiao!" Yang Wudi's voice trembled slightly with extreme anger as he spoke.
"Back then, my Po clan was utterly loyal to your Haotian Sect, but what did you do? You provoked the Spirit Hall, yet you made us, the four clans with single-attribute members, the scapegoats! How many members of my Po clan died tragically, how many families were destroyed, and my younger brother Yang Wushuang even more…!"
"Now that the scum of the Spirit Hall has just been repelled, His Majesty has just passed away, and the nation is in peril, you cowardly turtle have finally crawled out? Do you want to see if the sins your Clear Sky Sect has committed are deep enough?!"
"I, Yang Wudi, am putting my words right here and now!"
"The blood debts of the Spirit Hall must be settled, and the debts of your Clear Sky Sect will also be settled today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his heavily injured body burst out with astonishing speed. He followed the spear and then transformed into a resolute black light. The spear tip was filled with all the grief and anger of the Broken Clan. In the simplest, most direct and fearless manner, he thrust the spear fiercely into the heart of the unsuspecting Tang Xiao!
"Die!!"
This shot was unrestrained, filled with murderous intent!
Clearly, no one expected that Yang Wudi would suddenly attack Tang Xiao, who had just crawled out of the rubble and was obviously seriously injured.
Upon seeing this, Ning Fengzhi's expression changed, and he wanted to speak up to stop it, but found it was too late.
A glint of green light flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes, but he did not make any move to stop him.
Prince Xuexing, Xue Beng, Golong, and others, who had just suffered the pain of losing their king, were stunned by this sudden internal strife.
Tang Xiao's pupils shrank sharply. Severely injured, he had no time to use any soul skills and could only barely hold the Clear Sky Hammer horizontally in front of his chest in an attempt to block.
Enraged, Yang Wudi unleashed his attack, transforming the Soul-Shattering Spear into a deadly black light, its speed and ruthlessness reaching their peak.
Tang Xiao's severely injured body made his reaction time much slower. The Haotian Hammer he hastily blocked was easily deflected by the spear tip that contained all the hatred and sharpness of the Po clan!
"Pfft!"
The spear tip pierced Tang Xiao's shoulder blade without any resistance, drawing out a spray of blood!
"Ugh!"
Tang Xiao groaned, the intense pain making his already unsteady steps even more unsteady.
But this is just the beginning!
Yang Wudi's eyes flashed with even more bloodlust. With a flick of his wrist, the gun barrel erupted with a terrifying high-frequency vibration, which was actually the Zhen word technique, a secret technique passed down by the Po clan!
The spear tip jerked violently inside Tang Xiao's wound, its destructive power increasing dramatically!
"The first shot is for the clansmen who died unjustly for my Destroyer Clan!"
With a furious shout, Yang Wudi drew his spear and thrust again, aiming straight for Tang Xiao's waist and abdomen. Tang Xiao barely managed to turn to the side, the spear tip grazing his ribs and tearing a deep, bone-revealing gash!
"The second shot is for the destruction of my Yang family's century-old foundation!"
Tang Xiao was severely injured, his soul power collapsed, and his protective soul power almost disappeared. He could only rely on his fighting instincts to dodge in a sorry state, and bloodstains quickly spread on his body.
"The third shot is for my poor, unfortunate younger brother, Yang Wushuang!!"
Yang Wudi was now filled with extreme grief and indignation. His figure followed Tang Xiao like a shadow, and his third spear transformed into several spear shadows that were difficult to distinguish from reality, covering Tang Xiao's vital points. It looked like he was about to completely pierce through Tang Xiao's head!
Seeing this scene before him, Ning Fengzhi's expression changed drastically, and he cried out urgently:
"Clan Chief Yang, stop!"
Marshal Goron and his men were stunned by the ruthless pursuit that happened in the blink of an eye, and for a moment they didn't know what to do.
But just as Yang Wudi's fatal shot was about to end Tang Xiao's life...
"Whoosh—!!!" A deep, thunderous sound, carrying a scorching and violent aura, suddenly came from the edge of the ruins!
Everyone only saw a flash of red light before their eyes, and then, a gigantic Haotian Hammer, its entire body engulfed in dark red flames and its head seemingly flowing with molten lava, descended like a meteor, slamming into the tip of Yang Wudi's Soul-Shattering Spear with unstoppable force! (End of Chapter)