Douluo: Start with a Tom Cat

Tang San looked at the Killing City with bitter eyes. This place that he originally regarded as the paradise world now made him hate it deeply.

Here his father was beaten to a stick and his life was in danger. He lost his biggest supporter and was expelled.

"Killing City, just wait for me. A world as dark, evil, and terrifying as yours should not exist!"

"I will come back to destroy you! All the people here will eventually become my treasure, and I will eliminate violence and make peace in this world."

The innocent Tang Fozu said harshly that by driving him out, he would undoubtedly lose the fastest way to advance.

Tang San's eyes suddenly showed confusion again, what else could he do now.

right! I also want to take revenge on Shen An and the ten elders of the Spirit Hall, and I also want to protect Xiao Wu!

Tang San's eyes were full of evil: "I need strength. I want to advance to Soul Saint. I need a seventh soul ring that is most suitable for me."

The importance of the seventh spirit ring's spirit master is self-evident, and Tang San has made a decision in his heart.

‘King Blue Silver, don’t blame me. Didn’t you say that I am the future emperor of the Blue Silver clan? In this case, isn’t it normal for a subject to dedicate his life to the emperor? ’

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It took Shen An more than half a month to take Hu Liena from Wuhun City to the Killing City, but it took less than a day to go back this time.

The sword field that can reach 1,500 meters in one teleportation is almost limitless when Shen An doesn't care about the use of his soul power.

The medium-sized soul power experience pack was used regardless of the quantity. After two days, the soul power level was directly raised to level 70!

Shen An looked at it. He had accumulated it over the past two years, and after deducting the experience packs used in the past two days, he still had a surplus of 10 million in reputation value at this time.

There is still 10 million short of the fame value that the seventh soul ring lacks.

In front of the ancient and majestic Wuhun City, Shen An lowered his head and looked at the bag in his hand, which contained the famous Haotian Douluo.

‘I hope you can replenish the remaining fame value for me. ’

Immediately transformed into a sword light, came to the Pope's Palace.

"His Majesty the Pope, Yan Chixia has something important to report. Please see her!"

In the meeting hall, Bibi Dong was busy dealing with many things, and she was very upset.

Originally, her authority in the Wuhun Hall was growing day by day, and all the Wuhun Halls in Nuo Da were as obedient as her hands.

But Qian Daoliu's sword in front of the Douluo Palace, that sword that illuminated the dark night, caused her papal authority to be seriously lost.

Some of the Titled Douluo and Contra Douluo who had originally moved closer to her were a little difficult to mobilize at this time, and seemed to be swinging in two directions.

"Damn it! A bunch of losers!" Bibi Dong cursed, and immediately his face turned bitter. It turned out that the rights that he had worked hard for so many years and thought were impregnable were so worthless in the face of absolute strength.

After thinking about it, she felt a wave of depression and coughed twice. That sword contained divine power, and it was the most restrained divine power for her. It would be impossible for her injuries to heal in less than half a year.

Her expression became even more gloomy. She would not be able to take the Rakshasa God Exam in a short time. It was too difficult and she had to go in her best condition.

"I need to do something big to re-establish my papal authority." Bibi Dong said to herself, but what kind of things can she do to establish her papal authority to the greatest extent.

Bibi Dong thought with a headache, and then heard a familiar voice in her ears.

"Huh? You're back so soon." Although Bibi Dong was upset at this time, she still got up and went to see him.

After all, she had bet too much on Shen An, so she must show that she took it seriously.

"Your Majesty the Pope, the Saint has been successfully sent to the City of Slaughter. The King of Slaughter has heard of your reputation and is willing to take care of the Saint."

Bibi Dong nodded lightly but was not surprised. She was one of the contemporary Gods of Killing and was in charge of the Spirit Hall. The King of Killing was naturally extremely afraid of her. Moreover, she had a long-standing agreement with the City of Killing.

"Yes, you did a good job. I'll give you a credit for this, okay? What is that in your hand?"

She posted out of curiosity. It was really unconventional to see a torn bag in the spacious and majestic papal palace.

Shen An smiled: "Your Highness the Pope, this is an unexpected surprise that I found in this murderous city."

"An unexpected surprise?" Bibi Dong was slightly curious.

Shen An immediately shook his hand, and a man with no limbs, numerous blood scabs on his body, and a pale face appeared in front of Bibi Dong.

"Okay, okay!!!"

Bibi Dong's eyes lit up, and his heart was filled with huge waves.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Joyful laughter spread throughout the entire Papal Palace, and the guards at the door were a little confused. His Majesty the Pope hadn't laughed like this in a long time.

"Yan Chixia, Yan Chixia, you really gave me a big surprise. Tell me, if you have anything you want, I will grant it to you."

Bibi Dong said generously that Shen An's move really relieved her heart. She really didn't expect that letting him give it to someone would have such a big gain.

Capture Tang Hao, the man Wuhun Palace has failed to capture for more than ten years. Once the news is released, her somewhat shaky papal authority can be re-established.

Shen An shook his head and said calmly: "The Pope treats me sincerely, so how can I ask for anything? Being able to deal with such a formidable enemy for the Wuhun Palace is a tribute to Yan."

Bibi Dong was even more satisfied, feeling that Shen An was very knowledgeable and had already vaguely drawn her into her confidant.

Trust in a person depends more on what the person has done than the length of time.

Shen An came back to see her immediately after such a great achievement, which made it difficult for her not to devote more efforts to him.

"Although you don't want it, I have to give it to you. In this way, you can take all the soul bones on Tang Hao's body. I will let the Wuhun Hall publicize this matter, and Tang Hao's lifelong reputation will be a stepping stone for you."

"I will have someone hang Tang Hao's life. After a month, you will personally cut off his head. By then, everyone in the world will know you!"

'That's it? '

Shen An silently complained. The latter part was still satisfactory. As for Tang Hao's soul bones, let him take them by himself. Just kidding, he caught them in the first place. Bibi Dong was indeed a bit of a pie in the sky.

Bibi Dong suddenly felt that something was wrong and added: "If you have any questions about cultivation, you can ask me at any time. In addition, after this matter is over, this emperor will tell you a plan. Don't worry, I will never treat meritorious officials unfairly."

Shen An was slightly happy in his heart. This is the rhythm of treating him as a confidant.

The atmosphere here was joyful, and everyone felt that they had achieved a satisfactory result.

It was hard to say about the intelligence system of the Spirit Hall, after all, they had not found Tang Hao after hiding for more than ten years, but the information and public opinion function was indeed powerful.

As soon as Shen An walked out of the hall, Bibi Dong directly spread the information that Haotian Douluo was captured by the tenth elder of the Spirit Hall.

It was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, splashing countless ripples.

"Haotian Douluo Tang Hao, who came from the world's number one sect Haotian Sect, was actually captured. The person who captured him was Yan Chixia."

"Yes, it is true that there are talented people in every generation. That was Tang Hao, who was once famous in the continent."

"The means of this contemporary pope are really powerful. The Spirit Hall has the potential to swallow up the world."

The forces such as the Tiandou Empire, the Qibao Liuli Sect, and even the Haotian Sect in hiding also knew about this.

In the Yuexuan, the harp in Tang Yuehua's hand suddenly fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and two lines of clear tears fell silently.

In Haotian Sect, 300 miles east of Tiandou City, Tang Xiao's tall and burly body trembled slightly, his iron fist clenched, and he suddenly roared to the sky, startling all the birds.

"I want to save my brother, do you agree?"

Ning Fengzhi looked worried, as if he had sensed the coming storm.

"Uncle Jian, follow me to the Spirit Hall to see who Yan Chixia is."

Yang Wudi, the only survivor of the four clans with a single attribute, laughed at the sky, and the Soul-Breaking Spear appeared in his hand, playing one fancy spear after another.

"Come on, prepare a fast horse, I must rush to the Spirit Hall before Tang Hao is executed!"

As for Tang San, who had just obtained the seventh soul ring from the blue silver grass, he was furious when he heard this.

"Dad, you can go with peace of mind, I will definitely stay useful to avenge you in the future." Tang Xiaosan's eyes were bloodshot and he was furious.

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A month later, in Wuhun City, strong men from all sides came non-stop from all directions, not hesitating to consume their soul power.

First, they wanted to witness Tang Hao's death. After all, he was the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, with unparalleled combat power, but now he has ended up like this.

On the other hand, they wanted to see who Yan Chixia was who could capture Haotian Douluo. Capturing is much more difficult than killing.

In the square hall in front of the Pope's Palace, all forces have come together, and they all feel sympathetic when they see Tang Hao with all his limbs broken.

It's really pitiful. He was a generation of genius, but now he is like a dead dog, with a sluggish look and a lack of vitality.

Bibi Dong smiled, obviously very happy. Since the news of Tang Hao was released, the voices of doubt about her in the Wuhun Palace have become smaller and smaller.

However, she did not get carried away. In addition to the seven great worshippers, all the Title Douluos gathered here.

Whether openly or secretly, it was to prevent accidents from happening.

Three Title Douluo stood on her left and right, and countless eyes were cast at her, but they didn't see the person they wanted to see.

"The traitor Tang Hao has committed many evils, had an affair with soul beasts, and pretended to be a human. Today, my Wuhun Hall will enforce justice and kill this man!"

Bibi Dong did not talk about the personal grudge between Tang Hao and Wuhun Hall, but instead used a more high-sounding reason to put Tang Hao on the shame rack.

Tang Hao's body was shaking constantly, and fear and fear appeared again in his eyes that were originally lifeless.

"Don't kill me, I don't want to die."

Everyone looked strange. It turned out that Haotian Douluo, who had always been domineering and strong, was no different from ordinary people when facing death.

Everyone showed a visible contempt.

If Tang Hao died generously, they would still respect him in their hearts, but now he looked so cowardly that people really looked down on him.

"It's not like that, it's not like that." Someone in the crowd whispered, it was Tang Yuehua.

She really couldn't accept that her brother, who was as powerful as a god, was now afraid of death.

Although Tang Yuehua's voice was very low, everyone present was a strong man, and they silently remembered Tang Yuehua. There was something wrong with this person, and maybe they could find unexpected surprises in the investigation.

"Elder Yan, since you captured this beast, you should be responsible for beheading it."

Bibi Dong's majestic voice sounded again.

A bright sword light shuttled in, and everyone's eyes were focused on it. They were very curious about this new elder.

"The Pope has ordered, and I will obey." The sword light fell beside Tang Hao and turned into the appearance of Yan Chixia.

‘What a man with a sword spirit that soars to the sky! No wonder Tang Hao was captured by him. Although Tang Hao’s arm was broken, he was Haotian Douluo after all.’

Everyone was shocked by the sword spirit on Shen An.

The sword spirit of Jian Douluo almost broke out of his body. He looked at Shen An with burning eyes, with undisguised admiration and fighting spirit in his eyes.

“Uncle Jian, what’s wrong with you?”

“The Seven Killing Swords are ringing for him!” Chen Xin said expectantly.

Bibi Dong was very satisfied with everyone’s admiration for Shen An. In her opinion, Shen An was from her lineage. The more famous and powerful Shen An was, the greater her power would be.

Shen An cast his eyes on Bibi Dong. In formal occasions, he still had to respect Bibi Dong on the surface.

Bibi Dong raised the corner of her mouth and was very satisfied: “Kill!!!”

Shen An had nothing to drag on. The sword energy condensed, and the layers of light and shadow overlapped, and he suddenly slashed towards Tang Hao.

Crack!

Blood gushed out, heads fell to the ground, and a generation of Haotian Douluo died without any waves or resistance.

The whole audience was silent at first, and then the Spirit Hall side burst into unprecedented cheers.

But what was surprising was that there was an old man with a goatee, and his cheers and shouts almost drowned out the entire Spirit Hall staff.

"Brother, Bibi Dong really turned the game around." Golden Crocodile Douluo said as he watched this scene.

Qian Daoliu did not speak, but looked at Shen An. He did not understand what Shen An was trying to do at this moment.

Are you really not afraid that Xiaoxue will know about joining Bibi Dong?

Shen An felt extremely happy at this moment. Killing Tang Hao, the enemy, made his mind clear and his whole body lighter.

'It's a pity that Tang San has lost his trace, and there is also Xiao Wu, otherwise it would be great to let their family be reunited. ' Shen An expressed a little regret.

Bibi Dong also looked around the whole place, feeling a little regretful. The Haotian Sect was unworthy of being the number one sect in the world. They didn't even dare to rescue Tang Hao when he was publicly executed.

'Tang Yuehua is interesting. Why didn't I think of her last name as Tang before?' Bibi Dong had already made up her mind.

Ning Fengzhi, Tiandou Emperor, and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family looked at each other. After this action, the reputation of the Spirit Hall has reached its peak.

There are countless soul masters in the world who regard the Spirit Hall as the highest power.

They must find a way to suppress it, otherwise they will only fall into a passive position.

Shen An didn't care about the undercurrent in the field, but quietly glanced at his fame value.

Eighteen million!!!

And the fact that he cut off Tang Hao's head in public was spread by all the major forces today. It is conceivable that it will bring a lot of fame value.

Shen An's face did not change, but he was very happy in his heart.

It’s stable! It’s stable! Soul Saint is stable!