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This means there's no way to dodge; you can only take the hit!
'We can hide in the Hall of a Thousand Mirrors, but only for a short time! We must find another way.'
A ruthless glint flashed in Dongfang Jing's eyes.
Turning around, his soul power surged out wildly, and several dark purple mirror shields instantly formed layers upon layers to protect him!
At this moment, the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand had disappeared, replaced by a huge hammer shadow completely condensed from scarlet energy!
"Ling Tian strikes!"
Tang Hao's roar shook the mountains and forests as his giant hammer slammed horizontally!
Click!
Click!
Click!
The mirror shield was as fragile as paper, shattering as it was struck!
The breath of death is coming!
Dongfang Jing did not flee again, nor did he use the Mirror Body to split the soul.
The location has been locked. Entering the Hall of a Thousand Mirrors now would be tantamount to cutting off our escape route. The enemy could simply lie in wait and wait for us.
With his spiritual energy already depleted, using the Mirror Body Soul Split technique again would surely lead to his death!
Despite the excruciating pain in his head, Dongfang Jing extended his mental energy outwards.
Finally, they captured a fast-flowing river not far away and set the mirror coordinates on the river surface!
boom! ! !
The giant energy hammer slammed solidly into his chest, and the clear sound of bones cracking rang out one after another!
He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into several large trees and spitting out blood.
His skin cracked open with countless fine bloodstains, but his body was not blasted or crushed.
He endured the excruciating pain and let out a muffled groan, but his consciousness did not fade away!
Using the force of the impact, he had a thought and instantly swapped positions with his real body and the reflection on the river!
Pfft!
Before falling into the river, Dongfang Jing used his last strength to condense a mirror and throw it onto the water's surface, while he himself sank into the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors.
The mirror immediately sank to the bottom of the water and was swept away by the swift current.
"Cough! Cough cough."
Tang Hao retrieved the Clear Sky Hammer.
He used a sect's secret technique, causing his old injury to flare up and making him cough violently.
But the feel from before was unmistakable, and this time it definitely hit the target.
He followed the trail of blood to the riverbank and examined it carefully.
However, despite repeatedly scanning with his mental energy, he could not find Dongfang Jing's body, nor could he sense his presence again.
"Roar!"
"Awooo—!"
The roars of beasts echoed all around again, growing ever closer.
Weak soul beasts will be frightened away by the noise of the fight, but powerful soul beasts will be attracted.
Tang Hao knew this all too well, clutching his chest, which was throbbing with pain, his face extremely pale.
"That kid has no chance of surviving after taking one of my blows, unless he is immortal."
Tang Hao glanced at the deep forest and the rushing river: "Besides, this place is close to the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest. Even if he is lucky enough to survive, as a Soul Master, he will only become food for Soul Beasts."
With that in mind, Tang Hao no longer hesitated.
With a flash, he disappeared into the dense forest.
Further down this river, there is a long waterfall with an astonishing drop.
The dark purple mirror fell with the rushing water, eventually crashing into the deep pool below.
Pushed by the current, it slowly drifted to the edge of the pool and got stuck between a few pebbles.
A moment later, the surface of the mirror began to ripple like water.
Chapter 82 The Pursuit of Title Douluo, Dongfang Jing's Death
Outside the Star Dou Great Forest,
The two groups of people were not far apart, forming a standoff.
On one side were Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei from the Spirit Hall, and on the other side were Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin.
The pure agility-type Soul Emperor had already given Ning Fengzhi a detailed report of everything that had happened.
The situation has indeed evolved beyond Ning Fengzhi's expectations.
Ju Douluo Yueguan casually filed her nails, her fingertips twirling between her fingers.
His posture was alluring, his voice high-pitched, yet he appeared quite composed: "Sect Master Ning, as I said, the one who killed your sect's disciples was Tang Hao, and it has nothing to do with the Spirit Hall. If you don't believe me, you can ask that Soul Emperor if there was a man in black wearing a cloak at the scene. That man was none other than Tang Hao!"
Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly.
He had naturally heard his subordinates' report and knew that the two Title Douluos of the Spirit Hall would not be so blatant as to oppose the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
The one who committed the murder was most likely the man in black.
But Yue Guan claimed that the person was Tang Hao?
Ning Fengzhi harbored doubts.
After all, the three upper sects should be closely connected. Why would Haotian Douluo, who has been missing for many years, suddenly reappear and attack the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? What is the reason behind this?
Of course, Ning Fengzhi didn't care much about the deaths of only four scout disciples.
He thought to himself, 'My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School supports the Heaven Dou Empire. Could it be that the Haotian Sect, which has always remained hidden from the world, has decided to fully support the Star Luo Empire, and is using this as a way to give us a warning?'
But then he thought: 'Tang Hao has a blood feud with the Spirit Hall, and Chrysanthemum Pass might be deliberately framing him to incite conflict among the three upper sects, so that the Spirit Hall can sit back and watch the tigers fight.'
He conveyed his thoughts to Chen Xin via telepathy and asked, "Uncle Jian, when we were in Soto City, did you notice anyone following Dongfang Jing?"
Chen Xin shook his head and replied, "Since the other party was able to deceive my senses, they must be at the Title Douluo level. But whether it is Tang Hao or not is still uncertain. Feng Zhi, what are your plans?"
Ning Fengzhi transmitted his voice, "Let's sound them out again. If that young man is truly being hunted down by a Title Douluo with all his might, even with his extraordinary talent, I'm afraid..."
After the telepathic transmission ended, a gentle smile appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face.
He turned to Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo and asked, "You two, have you seen a silver-haired, purple-eyed youth?"
The ghostly voice was hoarse, and it didn't hide anything, coldly replying, "I saw him, but he's probably dead beyond recognition now."
He gestured with his chin toward the Star Dou Great Forest: "To die at the hands of the renowned Haotian Douluo, this kid's death can be considered worthy."
Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's expressions both darkened.
Seeing this, Yue Guan decisively spoke up: "We two waited here specifically to avoid any misunderstandings between the Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, which could damage our harmony. Now that things have been cleared up, Sect Master Ning, we shall take our leave here, until we meet again."
Before he could finish speaking, Yue Guan and the ghostly figure flashed and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo was unlucky this time; instead of the level 95 Gu Rong, Ning Fengzhi was accompanied by the level 96 Sword Douluo Chen Xin.
With Ning Fengzhi's assistance, the two of them couldn't gain any advantage at all.
If we don't leave now, are we supposed to wait for the other party to change their mind?
Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin made no attempt to stop them from leaving.
Why would he relentlessly pester and distort the truth, demanding an explanation from the other party? Ning Fengzhi isn't that foolish.
Not only will they gain nothing, but they may also make the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's situation even more dangerous by excessively provoking the Spirit Hall.
The most urgent task at hand is to determine whether Dongfang Jing is alive or dead.
Is it worth completely severing ties with the Spirit Hall over four reconnaissance disciples?
Upon entering the Star Dou Great Forest, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin saw large areas of trees and land broken, leaving obvious signs of battle.
"Could it really be Tang Hao?" Ning Fengzhi stared at the trails on the ground that stretched deep into the forest, muttering to himself.
"That young man has probably already ventured deep into the mixed zone, or even the core area!" Chen Xin said with regret.
Ning Fengzhi naturally understood what this meant.
The two followed the trail and came to a fast-flowing river.
“The bloodstains disappear here,” Ning Fengzhi sighed. “Given the river’s current and the boy’s severe injuries, if he couldn’t use his soul power to resist, he would surely be… Alas, it’s truly a case of heaven being jealous of talent.”
He continued, "This time it was our oversight. But I still can't understand why a titled Douluo would relentlessly pursue a young man. Is it because he covets the secret of his rapid cultivation? But what kind of status does a titled Douluo have, and he's not young anymore. Why would he go to such lengths? Is he really so shameless? Or is it for his offspring?" Ning Fengzhi speculated.
Suddenly, he realized something.
He suddenly summoned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, granting Chen Xin a speed and soul power boost.
"Uncle Jian, we must go back as soon as possible. That boy is beyond saving, but there's still hope."
Chen Xin's pupils contracted, and nine soul rings rose beneath his feet, revealing the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul.
He also realized that in this world, killing someone means eliminating the root of the problem.
The boy is dead, but the titled Douluo is nowhere to be found.
But that girl remained in Soto!
"Feng Zhi! Hurry!" Chen Xin stepped onto the Seven Kill Sword, his tone urgent.
Once Ning Fengzhi had also boarded the sword, the two of them flew directly on their swords, speeding towards Soto City!
The speed was so fast that it even produced a sonic boom!
Ning Fengzhi's long hair was disheveled by the strong wind, and his face twitched.
He wanted to ask Chen Xin to slow down, but seeing the other's solemn expression, he ultimately didn't speak.