Douluo: Martial Soul Pidgeot

Chapter 113: Escape, but the Oriole Is Behind

In the shimmering gold-and-silver bipolar static field, Tang Hao stared wide-eyed at Bibi Dong, immobilized by Yue Guan and Gui Mei's martial soul fusion skill. Unable to dodge, he braced for impact.

At that critical moment, a fierce attack erupted from the void, targeting the halo formed by Yue Guan and Gui Mei. Though they countered swiftly, the assault rippled their field.

"Great Sumeru Hammer, Ring Explosion!" Tang Hao seized the fluctuation, unleashing the Haotian Sect's ultimate technique. His five soul rings shattered, the explosive power surging through him, shattering the static field.

His momentum didn't falter. Though breaking free drained much of the ring explosion's force, he transformed into a 100-meter-long giant hammer, smashing toward Bibi Dong. The sheer power shifted her expression.

*Boom!* A deafening roar echoed. Shrek's team felt their ears ring as Bibi Dong was slammed into the ground by Tang Hao's hammer.

"Pfft!" Tang Hao coughed blood, his aura fading. Wasting no time, he flashed to Tang San and Xiao Wu, scooped them up, and vanished.

Shrek's members gaped. Bibi Dong, Pope of the Spirit Hall, flanked by two titled Douluos, failed to stop Tang Hao. The news would shake the continent.

Bibi Dong emerged from the crater, face flushed, glaring at Yue Guan and Gui Mei. "What happened? You claimed even a Limit Douluo couldn't escape your field. Why did Tang Hao break free?"

The duo knelt, Yue Guan pleading, "Your Holiness, it wasn't our fault. Our bipolar static field locks all but designated allies. An attack from nowhere, unaffected by our fusion skill, caused a ripple, letting Tang Hao use his soul skill."

"An attack from nowhere?" Bibi Dong's eyes glinted, a suspicion forming.

Gui Mei suggested, "Your Holiness, Tang Hao used the Great Sumeru Hammer's ring explosion, shattering five rings. He's at his weakest now. If we pursue, we can kill him!"

The Great Sumeru Hammer's ring explosion was potent but crippling. For three days, Tang Hao's soul rings would be unusable, rendering him unable to cast stronger soul skills, compounded by his injuries.

Bibi Dong pondered, then ordered, "Pursue Tang Hao. Return to the Spirit Hall, muster forces, and hunt him down."

"Yes, Your Holiness!" Yue Guan and Gui Mei replied.

"Do this well, and you'll be richly rewarded," Bibi Dong said. "Yue Guan, you've coveted a ten-thousand-year soul bone. Kill Tang Hao and capture the hundred-thousand-year soul beast, and it's yours."

Yue Guan's eyes gleamed. "Thank you, Your Holiness!"

"But," Bibi Dong's tone darkened, "fail again, and you know the consequences."

They shuddered, vowing success.

Yue Guan glanced at Shrek's near-unconscious team. "Your Holiness, what about them? Should we…" He mimed a throat-slit.

"No," Bibi Dong shook her head. "Take them to the Spirit Hall and imprison them. Release them after Tang Hao's dealt with and the hundred-thousand-year soul beast is secured."

"Yes," Yue Guan agreed, puzzled but obedient.

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Hundreds of miles away, Tang Hao halted, clutching Tang San and Xiao Wu. "Which friend is there? Show yourself," he called.

Three figures materialized in the void, hovering: Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Bone Douluo Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Tang Hao's eyes narrowed.

"It's you," he said, recognizing Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi. The attack disrupting the static field hinted at spatial abilities—rare, especially at titled Douluo level. Few fit the profile.

Ning Fengzhi smiled. "Haotian Douluo's reputation precedes him. Escaping the Pope and two elders is extraordinary."

"Cut the flattery," Tang Hao snapped. "You're here for the hundred-thousand-year transformed soul beast."

Chen Xin, unapologetic, said, "A hundred-thousand-year soul ring and bone is every soul master's dream. Our sect won't miss this chance. Surrender it, or we fight."

Unlike other titled Douluos, Chen Xin lacked a hundred-thousand-year soul ring and had only two mildly compatible ten-thousand-year soul bones. A hundred-thousand-year soul bone could push him to level 97, rivaling level 98 Douluos with Ning Fengzhi's buffs.

"Your sect's set on this fight," Tang Hao growled, his face darkening. Post-ring explosion, he was frail. Facing Chen Xin, the continent's premier attacker, and Gu Rong, with Ning Fengzhi's unmatched support, was dire. Another ring explosion risked permanent soul ring loss, reducing him to a husk.

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