Douluo: Danheng just want to avoid trouble, Gu Yuena Pursues.-Chapter 332: Tang Ya and Bei Bei

"Xiao Ya, I’ll hold them off. You find a chance to escape!"

The young man Bei Bei said seriously.

The girl, named Tang Ya, was a pretty girl with a ponytail. Faced with such a crisis, there was no fear in her large eyes.

"I’m the head of Tang Sect! I won’t run away alone!"

Tang Ya spoke firmly, her expression serious.

"It’s just... I lack strength. If I were strong like our ancestor Tang San once was, the Tang Sect wouldn’t have fallen to this state..."

She blamed herself, but her eyes grew resolute. Gritting her teeth, she said:

"Rather than running away endlessly, we might as well fight them!"

Bei Bei looked at Tang Ya, a hint of heartache in his eyes.

He knew how pitiful her life had been. As a surviving orphan of the Tang Sect, she had taken it upon herself to revive the sect. But with only a Blue Silver Grass spirit, she had little potential...

"Xiao Ya, alright. Then let’s fight together!"

Electricity coiled around Bei Bei’s arm, transforming into a dragon’s claw. Three spirit rings encircled his arm, radiating yellow and purple light.

"Touching... But you two are staying right here..."

The evil soul masters sneered menacingly, closing in.

Just then, a voice suddenly echoed from above them.

"Each of you... your laugh is unbearable. Disturbing my sleep—how annoying!"

As the voice fell, a figure dropped from the sky.

A voluptuous woman in a purple dress, exuding seductive charm, landed before them. In her arms, she held a baby, and she looked at the evil soul masters with great impatience.

Everyone was shocked.

Why had this woman suddenly appeared?Before this moment, no one had sensed her presence!

"Senior! They’re evil soul masters! They want to capture us as sacrifices!" Tang Ya shouted.

The woman, Zi Ji, glared back at her and snapped:

"What are you yelling for? You woke up Long Long!"

The baby in her arms, Long Long, yawned and curiously looked around.

When the evil soul masters saw Long Long, their eyes lit up with glee.

As evil soul masters, "devouring" was second nature to them.

And the life essence radiating from Long Long was something no native of the Douluo Continent could understand.

Forget devouring—even a taste would be of immense benefit.

Their eyes turned red, like wolves starved for days.

"Such pure life energy!"

"If I devour him, I could ascend to Title Douluo!"

"First come, first served! I want one of his legs..."

One after another, they released their spirits. Spirit rings appeared in layers around them, clearly terrified that Long Long might escape.

The dark aura they gave off immediately turned Tang Ya and Bei Bei pale. They now realized how naive they had been.

With their current strength, there was no way they could escape from these evil soul masters.

Their only hope now...

"Senior, please be careful. They’re strong and dangerous..." Tang Ya warned in a low voice.

Zi Ji casually tossed Long Long into Tang Ya’s arms.

"Hold him for a bit. It’s been a while since I stretched."

Tang Ya fumbled to catch Long Long, completely baffled.

Was this really his mother?She just threw him like that?!

Long Long wasn’t scared at all—he laughed happily.

Bei Bei stood in front of Tang Ya protectively, his eyes bright.

"Senior clearly seems powerful, but please be cautious. Evil soul masters are cunning—"

Before he could finish, Zi Ji had already dashed forward.

Smack—!!!

With a single slap, she sent an evil soul master’s head spinning several times before the body fell backward, lifeless—his spirit power not even dissipated yet.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

She didn’t even release her spirit or show any spirit rings. Just a casual slap, and a Spirit Sage-level evil soul master was dead?

Was she even human?

As the others stared in disbelief, Zi Ji turned into a purple flash, reaching the next soul master.

She kicked diagonally upward. The evil soul master hastily blocked with a bone blade.

Bang—!!!

Another loud thud.

The bone blade shattered. Zi Ji’s foot crashed into his chest, sending him flying like a cannonball. He smashed through countless tree branches and vanished into the sky—dead before he could even scream.

No one doubted whether he survived.

Clearly—he was dead.

This woman was an absolute powerhouse.

"!!"

The remaining evil soul masters immediately fled in all directions.

They didn’t even try to resist.

Zi Ji cracked her knuckles and sneered:

"You dared to target my cute little nephew? You think you’ll leave alive?"

She vanished again and pursued the fleeing soul masters.

A single punch would burst a skull like a watermelon.

A breath of dragon flame melted another like ice cream.

It was a total one-sided massacre.

Bei Bei and Tang Ya were completely stunned.

Only when Zi Ji clapped her hands and walked back to them did they finally snap out of their daze.

Looking at the tattered remains of the evil soul masters, they couldn’t help but wonder—

Who are the real evil ones here?

"Come to mommy..."

Zi Ji waved to Long Long.

Long Long immediately pushed off from Tang Ya’s arms and leapt into her embrace.

She kissed him hard on the cheek with her bright red lips.

The recoil made Tang Ya stumble back a few steps. She thought,

This kid... isn’t ordinary either, huh?

Her expression changed a few times, then she suddenly knelt in front of Zi Ji.

"Senior, please guide me..."

Tang Ya said respectfully.

Zi Ji blinked, then pouted:

"Guide you? About what? I’m not interested..."

"Senior, I—"

Tang Ya froze. She had finally met a master—a bold, unrestrained one at that. She had hoped to get free guidance without formally becoming a disciple.

But Zi Ji didn’t care about her at all.

Bei Bei quickly added:

"Senior, Xiao Ya is the current head of the Tang Sect. If you would teach her, she’d surely serve you in the future. And I—I’m also a Tang Sect member..."

He could tell Zi Ji was stronger than even his great-grandfather. If she could guide Tang Ya, maybe she could break the limitations of Blue Silver Grass.

Zi Ji wasn’t interested at first. But then...

She narrowed her eyes, stepped forward, and stared at Tang Ya’s face.

She sensed a deep darkness within her.

If that darkness were awakened... it could be interesting.

"Long Long, should we help her?" Zi Ji asked while pinching his cheek.

Long Long giggled and clapped his hands at Tang Ya.

Zi Ji kissed him again, then pinched Tang Ya’s chin and lifted her face.

"Alright. You’re kind of fun. I’ll play around and help you awaken the darkness inside..."

"???"

Tang Ya and Bei Bei were both confused.

"Those disgusting guys disgust me. Come with me—we’ll crush them together."

Zi Ji waved her hand for them to follow.

They quickly complied.

They were going to confront powerful evil soul masters.

But seeing the mangled corpses on the ground, they weren’t afraid at all.

Behind this senior, they truly didn’t fear danger.

Near sunset.

Under the guidance of Sea God Poseidon, Huo Yuhao finally managed to crudely perform the first move of the Golden Thirteen Tridents.

Of course, its power was still limited.

Leaning on the trident, Huo Yuhao panted heavily, bent over, face flushed, sweat pouring down.

"Teacher... can I really do this?"

He asked hesitantly.

Letting him fight a group of evil soul masters—as a test?Wasn’t that basically a suicide mission?

Poseidon laughed,

"Relax! As long as you have courage, nothing is impossible!"

He patted Dan Heng’s shoulder and said,

"Right, Dan Heng?"

Dan Heng shook his head slightly.Courage was good—but when facing vicious evil soul masters, you needed more than that.

But Huo Yuhao didn’t need to win—they were simply testing his courage. As long as he could perform normally, it would suffice.

"Just do your best," Dan Heng advised.

Huo Yuhao nodded hard,

"Got it, Uncle-Master!"

With that assurance, he felt relieved.

Poseidon then revealed the location of the evil soul masters, telling him to go alone.

Huo Yuhao bid farewell and walked off resolutely.

After a few steps, he couldn’t help but glance back at the two.

Once he disappeared from view, Poseidon chuckled.

"Dan Heng, do you think little Yuhao will be so scared he runs away?"

"Come on, sending him against those soul masters is like suicide!"

Poseidon didn’t act like a teacher at all—he just seemed excited to watch a drama.

Dan Heng gave him a helpless look and said,

"Go get ready."

"Fine, fine, listening to you. Can’t believe you have a divine life seat now..."

Poseidon grumbled enviously.

The two figures vanished on the spot.

In a certain valley, fierce winds howled. The valley was barren and desolate. At the center was an altar where gray-robed soul masters danced and chanted.

Dark gas formed above their heads, floating into the sky.

At the valley’s deepest point was a makeshift wooden hut.

Inside was pitch-black, with no light.

A tall man sat cross-legged on the ground, fiddling with metallic components: a gear, a giant sword, a blunt drum... all high-level soul devices.

He was the leader of this group of evil soul masters: Nether Thunder Douluo, a powerful Title Douluo with high status in the Holy Spirit Sect.

"Will the evil undead that the sect master predicted really show up? Hope this isn’t a waste of time. I still want to find Shui Shui..."

"Once I finish my ninth-level soul device and send a letter to Earth Dragon Sect, Shui Shui won’t be able to resist me!"

He chuckled pervertedly.

He was a simping creep, obsessed with Earth Dragon Sect’s Nan Shuishui, but had never even touched her hand.

Twisted long ago.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in the dark.

"Dan Heng, is this what you called a soul device? What’s wrong with soul masters these days? Not cultivating spirit power properly and instead wasting life on these weird tricks!"

"!!!" Nether Thunder Douluo immediately tensed up.

Why was there suddenly a man’s voice in the room?

This place was sealed—and he was a Title Douluo! How could someone sneak in without him noticing?

"Can soul masters on Douluo Continent still become gods?"

"Er... that’s your fault!"

"Soul devices have great potential—they could become god-tier tech in the future."

"What a joke! Just a pile of scrap metal!"

"..."

Hearing the back-and-forth voices, Nether Thunder Douluo was completely confused.

There was no one in his senses—no change around him.

"Am I hallucinating? Missed Shui Shui too much?"

Panicking, he tried to put away the soul devices and begin meditating.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the Thunder Drum soul device.

He tried to pull it back—but it wouldn’t budge.

"Hand it over."

That first voice spoke again.

His soul device was snatched.

He leapt to his feet, retreating in shock.

Finally, he saw a new figure in the darkness:

A long-haired man in armor, calmly examining his soul device.

"You’re seeking death!!! Who are you? When did you get in?!"

Before he could release his spirit, lightning surged from his arm.

Suddenly, another hand pressed on his shoulder.

In an instant, his soul power was completely cut off—like stagnant water—rendering him powerless.

Now, he was nothing but an ordinary man.

"Just stay standing." Dan Heng said.

"!!!"

Nether Thunder Douluo swallowed hard, face pale, frozen in place.

A dignified Title Douluo—ambushed and restrained by two men without a sound?!

Just how strong were they?

Then he looked at Dan Heng’s handsome face—nothing about it suggested overwhelming power.

But neither Dan Heng nor Poseidon paid him any mind.

They were squatting, examining his soul devices.

Dan Heng picked up the Thunder Sword and tapped it lightly. The dark blue patterns glowed faintly.

It radiated dangerous energy—along with thunder and lightning.

Poseidon was surprised,

"This is..."

"If driven by a Soul Douluo, it can exert the power of a Title Douluo. Not bad," Dan Heng nodded.

Poseidon’s old face turned red.Seems like soul devices weren’t so useless after all.

"Still, it’s just average... Wouldn’t inventing personal soul techniques be more direct? This is like taking your pants off to fart..."

Poseidon grumbled stubbornly.

(End of Chapter)