Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor-Chapter 342: Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor []

Watching Xiao Wu's arms, almost crippled by the spikes on Tang San's back, both Chen Ming and Ah Yin, who had been observing, fell into a prolonged silence.

"This little rabbit, was her brain severely damaged during her transformation?" Ah Yin, in her soul form, couldn't help but complain to Chen Ming.

"No, saying that would be too rude. Let's make a hypothesis. Maybe this little rabbit's brain wasn't functioning properly even before her transformation, which is why she couldn't survive the heavenly tribulation and had no choice but to take on a human form."

"I feel like even if someone were in a frenzy, they wouldn't completely ignore spikes like these, right?" Chen Ming also couldn't help but inwardly complain.

Just as Xiao Wu was struggling in Tang San's arms, and Tang San, who had just absorbed the external soul bone, was figuring out how to retract the spikes on his back to alleviate Xiao Wu's pain, Zhao Wuji, who had been following behind Xiao Wu, caught up after hearing the screams.

Seeing the venomous spike beast hugging his student and seemingly feasting on her, Zhao Wuji's face turned green. His fifth soul ring lit up with a whoosh, and gravity immediately bore down on Tang San and Xiao Wu.

Zhao Wuji rushed forward, the metallic and earth attributes of his Mighty Vajra Bear martial soul converging in his palm. Forming his hand into a blade, he slashed fiercely at the base of the spikes. The powerful metallic spirit energy instantly shattered a large section of the spikes on Tang San's back. Amidst Tang San's cries of pain, Zhao Wuji roughly pulled out Xiao Wu, who was almost too tormented to utter a word.

"Beast! You dare harm my student? I won't let you off!"

Zhao Wuji was a reckless brute—a brute with little brainpower. Without taking a closer look, he swung his Mighty Vajra Palm in his rage, intending to smash the venomous spike beast's head.

At this moment, Tang San's destiny-defying trait was triggered. Having just absorbed the external soul bone, he was forcibly shattered by the impact, causing him to stumble and roll to the ground, revealing his pain-stricken face.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji gulped and quietly retracted the hand that had nearly destroyed Tang San's head. He then turned to look at Xiao Wu.

"Xiao Wu, are you alright? Oscar! Oscar, where the hell are you? Hurry up and make some detoxifying sausages—large sausages too!"

With one hand holding the half-dead Xiao Wu and the other holding the half-dead Tang San, Zhao Wuji sprinted off to find Dai Mubai and Oscar, who were advancing under the guidance of Lu Qibin and Li Yusong.

Oscar, clueless about the situation, was forced to produce over a dozen large sausages and small sausages. Even though food-type soul masters consumed less energy when using their abilities compared to other soul masters, creating so much in such a short time still drained Oscar completely. He ended up slumped like a dead fish, carried on Li Yusong's back.

The real problem came next. Xiao Wu, though in terrible condition—poisoned and suffering from blood loss—was barely conscious and could chew the sausages when fed. However, Tang San, having entered a backlash state after the forceful shattering of his newly absorbed external soul bone, was unconscious. Although not in life-threatening danger, improper handling could leave him with significant long-term aftereffects.

As Zhao Wuji pondered the situation, Dai Mubai, who had previously clashed with Tang San and Xiao Wu, stepped forward. He chewed the large and small sausages into a paste and fed them to Tang San mouth-to-mouth.

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Thanks to the techniques Dai Mubai had honed over the years, he successfully got the unconscious Tang San to relax his furrowed brow slightly and swallow the sausages. Gradually, Tang San's condition began to improve.

On the side, Xiao Wu, watching this scene, had tears in her eyes. However, due to the poison in her body and her severe blood loss, she was unable to move.

When Zhao Wuji brought a sausage to her, Xiao Wu bit into it without hesitation, chewing furiously as if she were eating Dai Mubai's flesh. She desperately tried to recover her strength so she could stop Dai Mubai from violating Tang San.

Seeing Xiao Wu like this, Dai Mubai turned his head and smiled at her. Then, he chewed the sausage even faster and fed it to Tang San mouth-to-mouth again. With the intake of the detoxifying sausage and large sausages, the unconscious Tang San regained some awareness and strength. Feeling the sensation on his lips, Tang San instinctively hugged the person in front of him, clumsily seeking more while murmuring:

"Xiao Wu, hold me tight, don't... don't leave me..."

Under Xiao Wu's gaze, filled with pain, resentment, confusion, jealousy, envy, curiosity, anticipation, and excitement—a mix of dozens of emotions—Dai Mubai grinned. He hugged Tang San tightly, a thin thread of saliva stretching between their lips. Then, he whispered into Tang San's ear:

"Alright, we'll always be together."

Dai Mubai was simply indulging in his psychopathic tendencies, deliberately humiliating Tang San in front of Xiao Wu to satisfy his twisted pleasure. Watching this, Zhao Wuji and the others turned their heads away, but Xiao Wu continued to stare at the tightly embracing Dai Mubai and Tang San.

Why?

Everything was supposed to be mine! I was the first to meet him, the first to make a promise to him. Why?

Being admitted to a new academy was supposed to bring joy. Reuniting with him was supposed to bring even more joy. Two joys together should have created more happiness. But why? Why did things turn out like this?

That position... it should've been mine!

When Tang Hao, severely injured and in such poor condition that he desperately needed to retreat for two to three years to recover, returned and saw this scene, he felt as if the sky had collapsed. His eyes widened in disbelief as he watched his son passionately kissing a damn man-woman.

"I fought life and death for you, made enemies everywhere for your ten-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone, and here you are, making out with a damn man-woman?!"

Tang Hao was so enraged that he nearly suffered a soul power deviation, his meridians almost shattering. Just as he was about to die from his fury, a crimson mark deep within his spiritual sea was activated.

The slumbering divine thought of the God of Asura within Tang Hao's spiritual sea awakened. Using the methods he had left behind in the Slaughter City, he easily invaded Tang Hao's mind. After understanding why Tang Hao was severely injured and almost died from rage, even the God of Asura's divine thought fell into a contemplative silence.

The God of Asura, despite his flaws, still considered himself to have normal preferences. A scene like this, for a god of law and order, was already something that needed to go through an official review process.

Although he knew he had chosen someone cunning and ruthless—practically devoid of familial ties—for his goals, the God of Asura's divine thought couldn't help but reflect. If this being inherited his divine position, would he, even after ascending beyond the God Realm, become a laughingstock among the other gods?

To be honest, the God of Asura had stationed a strong divine thought within Tang San's mind, but it had been in extreme dormancy to avoid detection by other gods. It would only awaken in rare situations or when summoned by his main body.

Ps: So evil! Ahaahah!