Douluo Dalu: The Legend of The Spider Emperor

Two days passed in the blink of an eye…

At this moment, Ye Hao received a response from Spirit Hall.

As expected, Bibi Dong had accepted Ye Hao's suggestion. After the tournament, she would personally kill the Titan Giant Ape and absorb its soul ring as the eighth ring for her second martial soul, the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor.

As for the hundred-thousand-year soul bone the Titan Giant Ape would drop, it naturally belonged to Ye Hao—there was no doubt about that.

Today, the Heaven Dou Grand Soul Arena was especially lively, with spectators steadily streaming in.

Two days ago, the performance of Heaven Dou Imperial Academy's Second Team had been far too dazzling. Many had come specifically to see them fight again.

In contrast, things were looking terrible for Shrek Academy.

Grandmaster sat dejectedly in the waiting room. He glanced at today's opponents—good heavens, it was the Elephant Armored Clan, one of the Lower Four Clans. The entire team consisted of Diamond Mammoth martial souls, with three Soul Elders and four Soul Grandmasters.

Diamond Mammoths had immense defensive capabilities. To Shrek Academy, they were like an unbreakable fortress standing in their way.

If they lost again, it would be a massive blow to their morale.

Grandmaster looked at Dai Mubai and the others, noticing their lifeless expressions.

The battle two days ago had deeply shaken them. And now, their next opponent was a sect famous for its defense.

Against such opponents, Shrek Academy's members were nothing more than weaklings with fragile arms and legs.

Grandmaster was completely exhausted. He could not come up with a strategy.

Ye Hao's words from two days ago still haunted him.

Facing the towering behemoth that was the Elephant Armored Clans, Shrek's team had no confidence in victory. The trauma of their previous loss still lingered in their hearts.

Though they wanted to fight, they were powerless. The team quickly began discussing strategies to handle their upcoming match.

With some time before the second round began, Tang San decided to go out for a walk, hoping to clear his mind.

But just then, a familiar and loathsome figure appeared before him.

"Ye Hao!" Tang San frowned, clenching his teeth.

"Tang San?" Ye Hao raised an eyebrow. Just his luck—he had merely stepped out and already run into this guy.

The air between them immediately crackled with hostility.

Tang San's eyes radiated killing intent, but Ye Hao didn't bother with him and was about to turn away.

Unexpectedly, Tang San suddenly asked,

"Ye Hao, you're from Spirit Hall, aren't you?"

Hearing this, Ye Hao stopped.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Tang San's eyes grew cold. He placed his right hand behind his back, and in the next second, the Zhuge Divine Crossbow appeared, fully loaded with sixteen arrows, ready to fire.

"Ye Hao, tell me how to cure the Death Spider Emperor's poison." Tang San's voice was heavy.

Ye Hao slowly turned to face him, glancing at Tang San's dark expression.

So, this guy was acting differently today—demanding the cure for the Death Spider Emperor's poison?

Ye Hao frowned slightly.

It seemed that Tang San had learned about Tang Hao's condition.

Otherwise, he would never have asked this out of nowhere.

"Aren't you supposed to be a poison expert? Weren't you mocking Sister Yan's Jade Phospor Sepent Venom before, calling it trash?"

Ye Hao sneered. "What now? The great Tang San, master of poisons, finally found one he couldn't cure? Could it be that your so-called skills are also trash?"

Tang San took a deep breath, his face turning darker.

From behind his back, he raised the Zhuge Divine Crossbow and aimed its pitch-black barrel at Ye Hao.

"This is your last chance. Tell me how to cure the Death Spider Emperor's poison, or today will be your last day alive."

Ye Hao scoffed at Tang San's threats, looking at him with utter disdain. Raising a middle finger, he taunted,

"If you're going to kill me, then why would I tell you how to cure the poison?"

"Oh, and by the way—if you pull that trigger, my people will immediately kill everyone in Shrek Academy's waiting room. Go ahead and try."

Tang San clearly didn't believe him.

This was the Heaven Dou Tournament—a major event. Murder was absolutely forbidden.

Besides, this was Heaven Dou City, under the imperial rule. Who would dare cause trouble here?

Tang San had only drawn his Zhuge Divine Crossbow to intimidate Ye Hao. He knew very well that as a mere Soul Elder, he was no match for Ye Hao, a Soul King.

"Ye Hao, don't forget—this is the tournament. Do you really dare to make a move?"

Ye Hao gave him a pitiful look.

"And you don't forget that you were the one who made the first move—pointing that crossbow at me, trying to kill me. How typical of you, Tang San."

"You murder and deceive in the shadows, but on the surface, you act righteous? What a hypocrite."

"Others aren't allowed to touch you, but you can do whatever you please? You truly are the lowest kind of scum."

Tang San ignored his insults, staring intently at Ye Hao.

"Tell me how to cure the Death Spider Emperor's poison, or you won't leave here alive."

As he spoke, he raised his arm slightly, finger resting on the crossbow's trigger.

But before he could react, Ye Hao vanished and reappeared right in front of him.

With lightning speed, Ye Hao snatched the Zhuge Divine Crossbow from Tang San's hands.

In an instant, the situation had completely reversed.

Ye Hao now had the crossbow, its barrel pressed against Tang San's forehead.

Tang San froze, his mind unable to process what had just happened.

"You…"

Tang San gritted his teeth in frustration.

The gap between them was simply too great.

But then, an idea formed in Tang San's mind, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

"Ye Hao, if you have the guts, then kill me."

Ye Hao smirked and placed his finger on the trigger.

"I've never had anyone make such an unusual request before. But since you're begging for death, I might as well grant your wish."

Tang San's expression changed instantly.

This wasn't going how he had expected.

This was the middle of the tournament—surely Ye Hao wouldn't dare kill him here?

The next moment, Ye Hao slapped him to the ground and tucked the Zhuge Divine Crossbow into his soul tool storage ring.

"Confiscating your murder weapon. Can't have you running around causing trouble."

Ye Hao looked down at Tang San, then suddenly noticed the Moonlit Night Twenty-Four Bridges, his storage pouch.

A mischievous smile appeared on Ye Hao's face.

"You… what are you doing?!" Tang San sensed danger. Just as he was about to escape, Ye Hao struck again.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Hao looted everything from Tang San's Moonlit Night Twenty-Four Bridges—all his hidden weapons, even the blueprints.

Tang San clenched his fists in fury.

"You bastard! Give me back my hidden weapon blueprints!"

Ye Hao completely ignored him, flipping through the stolen blueprints as he walked away.

"I'll hold onto these for safekeeping. Maybe one day, when I'm in a good mood, I'll give them back."