After taking a bath, Yu Xiaowei and Dugu Bo began studying the newly acquired Martial Soul of King Ghidorah.
This new martial soul was clearly of a true dragon species. Not only did it possess an impressive physical body, but each of its three heads could also unleash fire, poisonous mist, and freezing air.
Yu Xiaowei also summoned his own Godzilla martial soul and compared it with the King Ghidorah martial soul.
Without taking into account the advantages from Dugu Bo's Titled Douluo-level soul power, the two martial souls surprisingly had similar offensive and defensive capabilities.
After repeatedly testing their martial souls, they came to a conclusion.
In terms of defense, both Godzilla and King Ghidorah martial souls shared immunity to fire and water, though both had limits.
After testing, Dugu Bo estimated that the defense level of Yu Xiaowei's scaled armor was currently equivalent to a soul king around level 55. Attacks below this level could barely harm him.
If he encountered a fire-attribute or water-attribute soul master, even a soul saint might struggle to break through his defense.
Dugu Bo couldn't make an accurate estimate of himself. His own water and fire attributes were completely ineffective against Yu Xiaowei's defense. On the contrary, Yu Xiaowei's radiation heat rays caused him slight pain.
However, this wasn't because Yu Xiaowei's attack power had reached the Titled Douluo level, but due to martial soul suppression.
Yes, it was martial soul suppression.
This left Dugu Bo rather confused.
Damn it, he had already evolved into a true dragon species, so how could there still be martial soul suppression?
Just what kind of strange martial soul did Yu Xiaowei possess?
In terms of offense, Dugu Bo's water and fire abilities were only on the level of a regular level-93 Titled Douluo.
But after his poison was enhanced by the Snow Goose Kiss, it evolved to the point where even soul power could be poisoned. With this kind of poison, even a regular Titled Douluo—or even a Super Douluo—would be unwilling to make contact.
Later, upon Yu Xiaowei's suggestion, Dugu Bo combined the three attributes of ice, fire, and poison, and enthusiastically experimented many times, eventually mastering a new attack method.
Toxic flames, poisonous clouds, explosive poison mist, ice and fire—he used different amounts of soul power to activate toxic ice and fire, producing a wide variety of effects.
Yu Xiaowei referred to this complex and highly variable attack method as:
Art!
Overall, Yu Xiaowei estimated that Dugu Bo's current combat strength, if he were to fight seriously, would place him somewhere between level 94 and 95. If he fought with his life on the line, he might even take down a level-95 Titled Douluo who wasn't on guard.
As the old saying goes, people feel rejuvenated when happy things happen.
Dugu Bo had quite a few happy events today: his hair regrew, his poison evolved, his martial soul became a true dragon, and his soul power increased.
With four pieces of good fortune, he now wanted to find Yueguan to celebrate.
"Hahaha! Chrysanthemum Douluo, you old fool! This time, I'm going to beat you to death!"
Meanwhile, in a small dark room at Lanba Academy, Tang San was doubting his life. He could tolerate the darkness and being confined—he had experienced that many times in the Tang Sect in his previous life. What he couldn't stand was having no food. After all, he hadn't exactly been a good guy in the Tang Sect. Being punished with no meals happened more than once. After coming to the Douluo Continent and following Tang Hao, he spent six years alternating between hunger and fullness.
Writing self-criticisms was fine. He could scribble nonsense if needed.
He'd done that before too. The issue was, this was a pitch-black room—so dark he couldn't even see his hand in front of him. How was he supposed to write?
Also, before locking him up in the dark room, Yu Tianheng had told him he couldn't come out until he wrote a 100,000-word self-criticism.
Tang San couldn't help but begin to doubt Yu Xiaowei's motives.
Listening to the loud growling of his stomach, he cursed in frustration.
"Yu Xiaowei's going to starve me to death in here!"
He was now seriously regretting enrolling in Blue Tyrant Academy.
If he had known this would happen, he would've left Shrek with Xiao Wu.
But honestly, if Yu Xiaowei wasn't counted, Blue Tyrant Academy was actually pretty great.
Unlike other soul master academies where all students sat in the same classroom...
Blue Tyrant Academy had divided courses: physical fitness, theory, strong attack specialization, agility specialization, support specialization, control specialization, defense specialization, and open electives.
Among them, physical training was taught by Zhao Wuji—a mandatory course. The main theory instructor was Yinshu—also mandatory. Open electives were led by Dugu Bo—again, mandatory.
There were also special students. Oscar, as the only student in the food-type department, received one-on-one training from Shao Xin, a soul saint.
All the other professional courses were also taught by instructors at least at the soul emperor level.
Because these specialized courses were taught by actual experts, students at Blue Tyrant Academy clearly learned far more efficiently than before.
If only Yu Xiaowei hadn't interfered, Tang San would have thought this academy was heaven on earth.
Gurgle—
His stomach growled louder, a constant reminder that it was mealtime. He couldn't help but curse again.
"That bastard definitely did this on purpose."
Man is iron, food is steel—you get hungry if you skip a meal, let alone two.
Tang San had no choice but to fumble for a pen in the darkness and start carefully writing a self-criticism in his notebook.
As for what he actually wrote—nobody knows.
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Wuhun City, Pope's Palace.
Inside a spacious hall more than a thousand square meters wide, an old man in a platinum bishop's robe knelt on one knee on the ground.
Above him sat a woman on a luxuriously decorated throne.
The woman wasn't tall. She wore a luxurious black robe with golden patterns, a nine-curved purple-gold crown on her head, and held a royal scepter about two meters long, encrusted with countless gems.
Combined with her flawless face and the sacred, noble aura that radiated from her, one couldn't help but be awestruck at first glance.
She was the current Pope of Spirit Hall—Bibi Dong.
"You're saying Tang Hao's son was found in Heaven Dou City?"
Bibi Dong's voice wasn't as majestic as one might expect—it was gentle and pleasant, like a spring breeze.
"Yes, Your Holiness."
"Is the information reliable?"
The old man didn't respond immediately but hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"It hasn't been confirmed yet, but any news about Tang Hao is important. His Holiness ordered that any updates on Tang Hao be reported to you at once, Your Holiness."
"You've done well."
Bibi Dong nodded, clearly satisfied with the platinum bishop's performance.
Then her tone suddenly turned icy as she spoke in a deep voice.
"If Tang Hao's son truly appeared in Heaven Dou City, then Tang Hao himself is likely in Heaven Dou City as well."
"Convey the Pope's order: instruct the two Elders of Judgment to go to Heaven Dou City and investigate this matter."
"If it is confirmed that this boy is Tang Hao's son—kill him."
"If Tang Hao appears…"
"He must be killed!!!"