Although he had easily slapped Tang San, Yu Xiaowei was still a little afraid.
When he had just killed the clone of the Blue Silver King, his mental strength had been completely exhausted, causing his perception of his surroundings to drop drastically. Otherwise, he wouldn't have failed to notice Tang San's arrival.
Fortunately, Tang San's confidence in hidden weapons was far greater than his confidence in his own strength, and what was most coincidental was that Yu Xiaowei possessed a toxin-immune physique.
This ability, which he had verified many times since he was a child, did not fail him this time. Even poisons that could easily kill a Soul Saint only made him feel slightly uncomfortable—perhaps just the urge to have diarrhea.
In fact, what Tang San didn't know was that after exiting the Red Lotus state, Yu Xiaowei's body was actually extremely fatigued.
After all, it was a soul skill that drained potential. No matter how strong the combat power at the time, there would always be a feeling of emptiness afterward.
So now, Yu Xiaowei, who looked incredibly domineering, was actually weak inside.
If Tang San had not used hidden weapons and simply used the Great Sumeru Hammer to detonate the ring, he might have been able to injure Yu Xiaowei. But now, there was no chance.
"How are you still fine after being hit by the Hell King's Invitation!"
Tang San struggled to hold himself up and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Remember what I told you, your tools are nothing more than trash—unconventional and unworthy."
Yu Xiaowei sneered and bent down to pick up the flower pot that had fallen to the ground.
It had to be said that Tang Hao really cared about his wife. The flower pot used to house Ah Yin turned out to be a soul guide.
A useless and troublesome object—let alone large families, even soul guide craftsmen were usually too lazy to make them.
Ah Yin, inside the flower pot, drooped weakly, and the edges of her once lush and glossy leaves had turned yellow. Tang Hao's death had made her lose all hope, and she continued to emit thoughts of despair and sorrow.
"Impossible, this is impossible..."
Hearing Yu Xiaowei's scornful words, Tang San suddenly looked as if all his strength had been drained. He collapsed to the ground in despair, staring blankly at the blue sky.
Even though he felt immense pain all over his body, it still didn't compare to the pain in his heart.
Yu Xiaowei's footsteps came closer, but Tang San didn't care at all. At most, he would die again.
What he couldn't accept was that Yu Xiaowei had clearly been hit by the Hell King's Post, but not only was he uninjured, he even defeated him. A Yu Xiaowei like this made Tang San feel like his entire belief system had collapsed.
Tang San had absolute confidence in the hidden weapons of the Tang Sect. In his eyes, those so-called rulers of this world—no matter if they were Soul Saints, Soul Douluos, or even Titled Douluos—were no match for the elders of the Tang Sect in his previous life. Moreover, according to legend, in the inner sect of the Tang Sect, there was even a supreme elder who was almost a god on earth.
Therefore, in this world, the legacy of the Tang Sect should be supreme. How could someone be hit by a third-ranked hidden weapon and not be injured at all?
Could it be that Yu Xiaowei wasn't actually hit?
Impossible! Tang San was completely confident in his abilities.
Could Yu Xiaowei's physique truly be immune to the poison of the Hell King's Post?
Even more impossible. Don't you know, the Hell King's Post was known as: "If the Hell King wants you dead at three o'clock, who dares keep you alive till five?" It had no antidote.
In his past life, even the Supreme Elder would turn into a pool of goo if hit by such a powerful weapon. How could Yu Xiaowei be fine?
"It's just a bit uncomfortable."
Yu Xiaowei cradled Ah Yin and calmly sat next to Tang San.
There was no tension. At a glance, the two looked like old friends chatting.
Tang San stared at the sky and asked bitterly:
"How did you do it?"
"I was born immune to poison. No matter what kind, it doesn't affect me."
"Impossible!"
Tang San suddenly sat up and shouted with a trembling voice, "There's no such thing as a completely poison-immune body in this world. My Hell King's Post has been tested over generations. It's impossible. No one…"
"No one can be fully immune, right?"
Yu Xiaowei cut him off and sneered mercilessly, "That just means you haven't seen the world."
Tang San didn't argue and fell silent.
After a long while, he asked bitterly:
"Why have you always targeted me and my father?"
This question had actually lingered in Tang San's mind for a long time.
Ever since he entered the Blue Tyrant Academy, he felt that Yu Xiaowei had been targeting him and Xiao Wu.
After the incident of the two sects in Tiandou City fighting over Xiao Wu, this idea became even stronger.
Unfortunately, there was no evidence. Even Tang Hao said that it was human nature to fight over a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, and no one was deliberately targeting them.
So, he could only bury this idea in his heart.
However, after the awakening of spirits, he was certain that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was targeting him and his father.
Tang Hao suspected that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan must have been working with Spirit Hall, and that Yue Guan might even be one of their Blue Lightning people. All the opposition they faced was planned by Spirit Hall, then executed by the Blue Lightning people.
But Tang San didn't think that way. He had a strong feeling that the one targeting him had to be the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Yu Xiaowei grinned and said plainly:
"The reason is simple: I don't want to die. That's all."
Then his right hand clamped around Tang San's neck like an iron vise. With just a bit of force, Tang San's eyes rolled back in pain.
"There's an old saying that a household must be clean and orderly. I'm a good man. The three of you can be buried together today."
Veins bulged on Tang San's forehead, his face turned red, and he cursed with difficulty:
"I curse you—your whole family won't die a good death!"
His reply was the sharp sound of a crack.
Yu Xiaowei mercilessly broke his neck.
The fated protagonist of the original story was strangled to death in the Great Star Dou Forest before his journey even began.
Ah Yin, inside the flower pot, emitted deep sorrow. Her husband and son were killed in front of her, one after the other. The Blue Silver Empress, still faintly conscious, hated herself for not being dead.
Looking at Ah Yin—half-withered but still strong and alive in his hands—Yu Xiaowei shook his head, placed her beside Tang San, and exhaled over them.
So far, Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao, once famous across the continent and unkillable even by Extreme Douluo Qian Daoliu at rank 99, had now died at the hands of a mere Soul King.
After doing all this, Yu Xiaowei didn't linger at all. He activated the Blue Silver King soul bone and flew straight toward the waterfall.
Moments later, he found the people captured by Tang Hao.
But seeing the scene before him, his eyes turned red and his whole body trembled.
Everyone who was tied up was still unconscious. Judging by their blackened lips and faces, they had clearly been poisoned.
There was no doubt who had poisoned them.
But now that Tang San was dead, let alone detoxifying them—he didn't even know what poison had been used on Liu Erlong and the others.
What should he do now?