บท 468: Moon Pavilion, Aunt (2)
Tang San also raised his hands, matching the hands of those two blue clothed men.
His current strength had already made a qualitative leap, and from the counterparts' spirit power fluctuations, he could tell that these two should be forty something ranked Spirit Ancestors.
Confronting opponents like these with his current strength, how would they stand a chance?
Apart from Tang Hao, nobody saw what Tang San did. With just a flash of an illusory white shadow, the two blue clothed men exploded backwards, their extended arms already hanging limply.
Tang San looked coldly at the two,
"Extend one claw, and I will get rid of one. Extend another, another disappears. We're here to see the owner, not to watch the guard dogs."
Perhaps because of the fighting, intense killing intent surged out from his body, ice cold, reeking of blood, blood thirsty, wicked, a severely negative mood engulfed this first floor of the Moon Pavilion in practically an instant.
The several female attendants behind the table looked at each other and turned pale, trembling and recoiling. If not for what Tang Hao said before, those two blue clothed men would already be dead by now.
Watching the killing intent his son emitted, Tang Hao's brows wrinkled deeply. He knew that Slaughter City's influence on Tang San was still far from removed.
Tang Hao knew far more than Tang San imagined. Even though he didn't say or show it, in fact, right now Tang San could be said to be the only mental support in this world.
Tang Hao had always secretly observed Tang San in his two years of practice in Slaughter City. Even the Slaughter King didn't know that this Deathgod had long since infiltrated Slaughter City.
Tang Hao even knew Tang San finally left the Hell Road with Hu Liena. Seeing his son finally choose to bring Hu Liena out of the Hell Road, Tang Hao felt very gratified. A formidable enemy wasn't terrible, what was terrible was losing one's heart.
Even though he knew that Tang San's current condition seemed very normal, inwardly he was still somewhat worried, and even more determined to cultivate him according to the former plan.
The purple clothed middle aged man stared blankly a moment, descending the stairs in a flash, both hands pressing the shoulders of his two subordinates. His face immediately changed. Staring fixedly at Tang San, he said in a low voice:
"A vicious style."
The bones of the blue clothed mens' arms were unexpectedly shattered in tiny pieces, clearly unrecoverable. Even if they healed, they wouldn't be able to use as much strength as before.
Tang San gave a cold smile,
"For dogs looking down on people, I've already started off leniently."
The purple clothed man knew that he'd made an error in judgement before. He hadn't expected this youngster to actually be so powerful. Even if neither of his subordinates had released their spirits, with their spirit power, having their arms ruined by Tang San showed the strength of this youth. How old was he? The purple clothed man found it somewhat difficult to imagine.
A faint halo of light undulated, tremendous spirit power suddenly releasing, and six spirit rings quietly appearing around the purple clothed man, awesomely revealing his Spirit Emperor status.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, six spirit rings moved orderly and rhythmically. The spirit power he unleashed made Tang San feel somewhat familiar. The allocation of this person's six spirit rings was pretty good. It seemed he was around fifty or so, to be able to have six ring strength was already pretty good.
With a cold smile, Tang San took another step forward, also simultaneously releasing his spirit. Everyone stared, overwhelmed with shock. Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, five spirit rings quietly appeared. Tang San's entire imposing manner released, holding back hardly anything. Formidable killing intent made it seem as if the entire Moon Pavilion trembled.
"This, this is impossible."
The purple clothed man had an ideal spirit ring configuration himself. Watching the five spirit rings Tang San revealed, he practically didn't dare believe his eyes.
Nevermind the age of this youth, having five spirit rings at the ten thousand year level starting at the fourth already filled him with shock.
Shocking him even more was the extraordinary pressure Tang San released afterwards. The purple clothed man only felt his entire spirit power seem to be completely suppressed by this particular aura. Even the light of his six spirit rings began to dim. Even though he could still congregate his spirit power, he could only gather seventy percent or so. His strength was massively reduced.
Almost impatiently, the purple clothed man raised his right hand. A bright purple vine crept out of his palm. In a split second he had surrounded himself with a purple protective screen.
Seeing the counterpart's spirit rings dim, Tang San also looked distracted. But as he saw the purple vine, he couldn't hold back a trace of a smile, thinking to himself: 'No wonder'.
The purple clothed man's spirit was a plant type Ghost King Vine, an evolved form of the Ghost Vine of Tang San's second spirit ring. The reason he would be suppressed by Tang San's pressure was very simple, it was because of Tang San's spirit.
Blue Silver Grass had evolved into Blue Silver Emperor, and as the monarch power of the botanical kingdom, Blue Silver Emperor had a formidable suppressing effect against any plant type spirit. The aura alone was enough to make the opponent's Ghost King Vine tremble.
Because, even though Tang San was one level below the opponent, he actually instead held the advantage with his present imposing manner. Tang San had complete confidence in defeating this opponent in front of him without using the added might of his spirit bones.
Just at this moment, a somewhat cold voice suddenly resounded,
"Stop."
The purple clothed middle aged man and Tang San simultaneously turned to look towards the stairs, only to see a graceful and luxuriously beautiful woman slowly descend the stairs. Behind her still followed two beautiful young women.
Seeing this beautiful woman, Tang San couldn't help being somewhat astonished, because he unexpectedly couldn't see her true age. At first glance she seemed twenty seven or twenty eight, but her eyes seemed to understand everything in the world, not something a twenty seven year old woman could compare to.
The long dress with silver court decorations seemed to hug her body, and if Tang San absolutely had to compare her to someone he knew, in temperament alone, perhaps only Spirit Hall Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong could be mentioned in the same sentence.
The difference was that she didn't have Bibi Dong's pressure, but she wasn't a bit inferior in nobility. Moreover, this woman didn't have the slightest spirit power fluctuations, she clearly wasn't a Spirit Master.
Tang Hao also simultaneously raised his head to look at the beautiful woman. She strolled down from the upper floors, each motion graceful and natural. Even if her brows were slightly wrinkled, it didn't detract from her manners in the slightest.
"Manager Aude, what's going on?"
The beautiful woman asked softly.
The purple clothed middle aged man hastily took a few steps forward. While cautiously on alert against Tang San's side, he said to her:
"Madam, these two came to cause trouble. Why did you come down?"
The beautiful woman's gaze swept past Tang San. When she saw the bizarre five spirit ring allocation Tang San had, her gaze also displayed a faint shock.
"With such powerful killing intent appearing, how could I not notice it? Just what is going on?"
Her last question was aimed at the young women behind the table trembling severely from Tang San's killing intent.
Just at this moment, a fantastic scene appeared. Tang San clearly felt a gentle wave release from that courtly dressed beautiful woman. The waves she released were graceful and natural, so gentle that they seemed able to calm all the sadness in the world.
His killing intent touched her peculiar aura, and unexpectedly quickly faded like melting ice and snow. The entire first floor of the Moon Pavilion also became calm and natural once again.
Domain, certainly, that was a Domain. Possessing two great Domain,s Tang San instantly sensed the cause of the beautiful woman's fluctuations. However, if she possessed a Domain, how come there were no spirit power fluctuations?
Could it be that she was already so formidable that she could hide her spirit power from his senses? If so, that would make this woman a Title Douluo level power.
Just as Tang San prepared to release the Deathgod Domain to try it, his shoulder was grabbed by Tang Hao's outstretched hand. Turning to look at his father, he only saw Tang Hao shake his head at him, and Tang San renounced his thoughts of releasing the Deathgod Domain.
Losing the influence of the killing intent, the several young women all slowly came over. That tall young woman from before hastily said a few sentences next to the beautiful woman in a low voice. With Tang San's astonishing hearing, he clearly heard that young woman describe how they were blocked because of Tang Hao's worn clothing, as well as what Tang Hao asked her to pass on.
When that beautiful woman heard the words 'rare old friends', the fluctuations she distributed were smashed in practically an instant. Then next moment, her body trembled violently. Walking down the stairs with quick steps, her movements even seemed somewhat frenetic.
The originally graceful and harmonious temperament was unexpectedly completely broken at this moment.
Everyone in the Moon Pavilion were stupefied, they had never before seen the Madam like this.
The beautiful woman quickly walked over to Tang Hao, and without caring about Tang San next to her, both her hands quickly caught Tang Hao's shoulders. Her eyes were already covered with watery mist,
"Hao, is it really you? You, why..."
Sensing that the woman didn't have the slightest bit of hostility towards his father, and further what his father said about old friends before, Tang San took a step back, withdrawing his spirit.
Looking at the beautiful woman, Tang Hao sighed lightly,
"It's me, Yue-Hua. I don't recognize you."
On Tang Hao's face, Tang San saw to his surprise, a trace of self mockery.
The beautiful woman's lips trembled and she fiercely threw herself into Tang Hao's embrace, crying loudly. Both her hands tightly encircled Tang Hao's waist, as if she wanted to blend herself into Tang Hao. Right now there wasn't a trace left of her grace.
Those were entirely bitter tears from release of emotion, making people unable to keep from glancing sidelong.
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