dhibooks Chapter 269 Bibi Dong in a fit of rage hunts down a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast!
Chapter 269 Bibi Dong in a fit of rage hunts down a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast!
Chapter 269 Bibi Dong in a fit of rage hunts down a 100,000-year-old soul beast!
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent!
Everyone stared at Tang Chuan with disbelief.
Reattaching severed limbs? This is simply an unheard-of miracle! Even the top healing-type Soul Masters on the continent have never heard of anyone being able to regenerate severed limbs! Let alone using Soul Bones as a foundation?
Upon hearing this, a somewhat surprised glint suddenly flashed in Sword Douluo Chen Xin's usually calm eyes as he stared intently at Tang Chuan and the soul bone in his hand.
That body, which had been standing ramrod straight, was trembling slightly.
No one could have experienced the pain of losing an arm more deeply than him!
If it could truly be rekindled...
Not far away, Ning Fengzhi was stunned at first upon hearing this, then his face lit up with uncontrollable elation! He strode forward, his voice trembling with excitement, and said:
"Young friend Tang Chuan, are you... are you serious?!"
"If we can truly help Uncle Jian reattach his severed limbs, this favor... this favor is like being given a second chance! Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School owes your Heavenly Path Academy an immense debt of gratitude!"
"In the future, if you ever need anything, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will do its utmost without hesitation! Young friend, whatever you require, whether it be money, resources..."
Listening to Ning Fengzhi's string of excited pleasantries and promises, Tang Chuan simply waved his hand to interrupt him, his tone calm and carrying an unquestionable indifference, and said:
"Sect Leader Ning, there's no point in saying so many polite words. Just remember the favor."
Then, he turned to Sword Douluo, nodded slightly and said, "Let's go, let's find a quiet room that is still intact, and I will reattach your severed limbs for Senior Sword Douluo."
After saying that, Tang Chuan was about to lead Sword Douluo towards the inner courtyard.
However, after taking only a few steps, his gaze swept around and he involuntarily stopped.
Amidst the ruins, one could see Tianxing Academy teachers and students groaning in pain.
Some of them were covered in blood, their wounds gruesome; some had exhausted their soul power and were pale-faced; some had lost limbs and were in excruciating pain… The previous attack by the Spirit Hall had caused a large number of casualties. Although the core fighting force was still intact, the middle and lower-level disciples and teachers suffered heavy losses, and cries of despair filled the air.
Seeing this scene before him, Tang Chuan's eyes flashed with a hint of pity, and he murmured to himself:
"It seems we need to help them recover first."
The next moment, under everyone's astonished gaze, Tang Chuan's soul power surged once again! The platinum-gold seventh soul ring of a million years, the red third soul ring of a hundred thousand years, and the red fourth soul ring of a hundred thousand years under his feet all lit up at the same time.
"Buzz—!"
Instantly, a vast, pure blue-gold halo, containing endless vitality and healing power, swept out from Tang Chuan's body, as gently and swiftly as water.
It instantly covered every corner of the entire Tianxing Academy!
This blue-gold light was like the comforting touch of a living god.
Miracles happened wherever they went!
Those wounded soldiers lying on the ground groaning in pain had their hideous wounds healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, blood flowing back and their damaged bodies returning to normal!
Those who had collapsed and fainted due to exhaustion of their soul power quickly regained their rosy complexion, and their dried-up meridians were once again filled with abundant soul power!
Even those who are seriously injured, on the verge of death, clinging to their last breath.
Under the illumination of this sacred light, he was pulled back from the brink of death, his injuries stabilized, and his life force became steady and strong!
As long as there is a breath left to live.
No matter how severe the injury, under the protection of this blue-gold light, it is completely restored!
In just a few breaths, the ruined battlefield, which had been like a hellish inferno filled with painful cries, became completely silent! All the injured teachers and students stood up in disbelief, moving their unharmed bodies and feeling the abundant soul power within them. Their faces were filled with extreme shock and ecstasy, as if everything they had just experienced was just a nightmare!
"My...my injury is healed?!"
"Soul power! My soul power has been restored!"
"A miracle! This is a miracle!"
Exclamations of surprise, praises, and tears of joy rose and fell.
one move!
With just one area-of-effect treatment, all the injured in the hospital were instantly healed!
This godlike healing power once again deeply shocked everyone present.
Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, Dugu Bo, and even the resolute Sword Douluo Chen Xin, all looked at this incredible scene with disbelief and awe in their eyes.
After doing all this, Tang Chuan's aura slowly faded, as if he had only done a trivial matter. Then, with a calm expression, he looked at Sword Douluo and spoke again:
"Senior, let's go."
Sword Douluo nodded heavily, having no more doubts about reattaching his severed arm.
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Half a day later, in Wuhun City, at the Papal Palace.
At this moment, inside the majestic and solemn hall.
I was enveloped in an extremely oppressive atmosphere that seemed to freeze my soul.
Bibi Dong, perched high on the papal throne, listened expressionlessly as Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo, kneeling on one knee below, covered in blood and barely breathing, reported the disastrous defeat of the Heaven Dou City operation in their trembling and indignant voices.
When they heard the news that Ghost Douluo had been completely annihilated and that Demon Bear Douluo's body had been separated from his head.
Bibi Dong's jade hand holding the jeweled scepter suddenly changed color. Her knuckles turned white instantly from the excessive force, and even made a slight clicking sound.
The next second, her previously restrained aura changed, and suddenly, a terrifying pressure mixed with overwhelming rage, icy killing intent and an unbelievable trace of power erupted!
"Bang--!!!"
She didn't even make any obvious movements, yet the papal throne beneath her, meticulously carved from millennia-old jade, couldn't withstand the impact of this invisible force, letting out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, instantly becoming covered with countless cracks!
"waste!"
A chilling, piercing shout, seemingly emanating from the deepest hell, resounded like thunder in the hall. Immediately afterward, Bibi Dong abruptly rose from her cracked throne, her deep phoenix eyes now burning with a fury capable of incinerating everything.
"Two Title Douluos have fallen!!"
"Such a crushing defeat! You... still have the nerve to come back and face me?!"
Her voice wasn't particularly loud, but it carried a chilling and authoritative quality that pierced the soul.
The sight caused Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo, who were kneeling below, to tremble as if they were encased in ten thousand years of profound ice, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads.
"I sent four elders and two retainers! Such a force was utterly routed by a mere junior who had just entered the Soul Saint realm and a dying old poison master, suffering heavy losses! You... have completely disgraced the Spirit Hall!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a purple light flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, and she suddenly raised her right hand, slashing fiercely at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo below!
"puff--!"
"puff--!"
Two dull thuds sounded almost simultaneously.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo were struck as if by a heavy blow. Their bodies flew backward like kites with broken strings, spitting out blood. They crashed hard into the solid pillars of the hall and slid down softly.
Already severely injured, their condition worsened, their faces turned ashen, and their breaths became as faint as candles flickering in the wind.
No one expected that Bibi Dong would personally intervene, worsening their injuries!
What fury!
Ghost Leopard Douluo lay on the ground, barely able to cough up blood, his eyes filled with terror.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, however, struggled to support himself with his arms. Ignoring the blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, he raised his face, contorted with blood loss and grief, and uttered a desperate, heart-wrenching plea, like the mournful cry of a cuckoo:
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please calm your anger. It is my incompetence... I deserve to die..."
"But...but Old Ghost...Old Ghost died such a terrible death! He...he was completely annihilated by that little beast Tang Chuan, not even a trace of his soul remained!"
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please do us justice! Avenge that old devil!"
"That little beast Tang Chuan must be torn to pieces! His soul extracted and refined! To appease the spirit of that old ghost in heaven! I beg Your Majesty—!!!"
He cried out as he slammed his forehead against the cold ground with heavy thuds, quickly turning his forehead into a bloody mess, a truly pitiful sight.
This shows how deep his feelings were for Ghost Douluo and how intense his hatred was at this moment.
A moment later, only Chrysanthemum Douluo's mournful cries echoed throughout the entire Papal Palace.
Looking down at Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was pleading like a stray dog, Bibi Dong's cold, emotionless voice finally rang out after a long while:
"Tang Chuan, Tianxing Academy, I will leave you... without a trace!"
"However, the most important thing right now is not to wipe them out, but to go to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt down 100,000-year-old soul beasts and add the seventh, eighth, and ninth soul rings to my second martial soul."
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