In the heart of a dense forest, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang was in a panic as Bibi Dong closed in on them. In desperation, he kept pulling out handfuls of white radishes from his soul guide and shoving them into the mouth of his spirit beast, Luo San Pao.
Seeing this, Tang San couldn't help but grimace. He already knew what his teacher was up to thanks to their earlier battles. His face twisted with disbelief—this spirit ability was absurd. Who ever heard of an attack like this? A fart attack!
Thanks to Luo San Pao's enlarged size, it could now devour the radishes faster than ever, and its "fart power" had also grown considerably stronger.
"First Spirit Ability: Thunderous Fart—Sky-Splitting Luo San Pao!"
"Second Spirit Ability: Stinky Smoke—Lullaby Luo San Pao!"
Sensing that Luo San Pao was ready, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, activated the two yellow spirit rings circling his spirit beast, and prepared to unleash both abilities.
"Tang San, hold on tight!" Yu Xiaogang shouted.
With no time to argue, Tang San followed his teacher's instructions and clung to Luo San Pao as tightly as he could.
The rings flashed, and spirit energy surged into Luo San Pao. Its belly swelled like a balloon, growing larger and larger.
BOOM!
A thunderous roar shook the forest. A giant green cloud erupted from Luo San Pao's rear, complete with foul-smelling yellowish droplets. The noxious cloud shot straight towards Bibi Dong, who was in midair.
Luo San Pao didn't just attack; the blast propelled them forward like a rocket. The fart's shockwave sent Luo San Pao flying through the air, taking Yu Xiaogang and Tang San with it, accelerating their escape.
Bibi Dong, now faced with this revolting attack, visibly recoiled. Her face contorted with disgust, and she immediately began to retreat, desperate to avoid being caught in the foul-smelling cloud. As the stench reached her, she cursed inwardly, her expression dark with anger and humiliation.
"How could I ever have liked such a disgusting man!" she thought, recalling her past affection for Yu Xiaogang. She quickly distanced herself from the stink bomb, her face a mixture of anger and revulsion.
Meanwhile, Luo San Pao released the second spirit ability—a dense, nauseating cloud—propelling them even further as they zoomed through the forest. The green gas spread rapidly through the woods, blanketing the entire area with its vile stench. Even those who had been fighting elsewhere were forced to retreat, their noses covered.
Back in the clearing, Lin Yu and his clone, Shang Qing, both stepped back, their faces contorted in disgust. The acrid green mist filled the air, making it impossible to continue.
"I can't believe this!" Lin Yu muttered to himself. "Even after losing his Golden Dragon Spirit and devolving into a pig beast, Yu Xiaogang can still pull off something this… absurd."
He considered following Yu Xiaogang and Tang San to finish them off, but the overwhelming stench made him hesitate.
"I'll pass," he thought, shaking his head.
Meanwhile, back in the forest, Tang Hao was struggling to stand up. He had fallen into a massive crater, his body battered and bruised. Blood dripped from his lips as he forced himself to rise. His back throbbed painfully, and his right arm was completely numb—the bones felt shattered from the battle. His clothes were stained with blood, both from his wounds and from the cuts inflicted by Chrysanthemum Douluo's ninth spirit ability, Petals of Destruction.
Yet, despite the agony, Tang Hao remained determined. He knew the situation was critical. If he didn't act now, he would die here. But he couldn't—he still had to protect his son, Tang San. He still had to destroy Spirit Hall, avenge his clan, and win back the love of his wife, Ah Yin.
With gritted teeth, Tang Hao reached into his soul guide and pulled out a precious treasure—Ah Yin's 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone. This was the spirit bone left behind when Ah Yin sacrificed herself for him all those years ago.
Holding the crystal-like leg bone against his right leg, Tang Hao poured his spirit energy into it. The bone fused with his own, and immediately, a powerful surge of life energy flooded through his body. His injuries began to heal rapidly. The external wounds closed up, and even the fractured bones in his right arm started to mend.
Although his arm wasn't fully healed, it was strong enough to hold his Clear Sky Hammer once more. With the foul-smelling mist still clouding the forest, Tang Hao took advantage of the cover and launched into the air, speeding off in the opposite direction from Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.
"Run… I have to run… for my son," Tang Hao thought, his mind set on leading Spirit Hall away from them.
Suddenly, a voice rang out from behind.
"Tang Hao's getting away!" Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan, shouted as he spotted the fleeing Tang Hao.
"After him!" Bibi Dong commanded, her eyes cold with fury as she led the pursuit.
Despite the stink bomb attacks, Tang Hao was now their primary target. With the likes of Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Thousand Ton Douluo, and Dragon Subduing Douluo all with her, Bibi Dong was determined to end Tang Hao's life.
But Tang Hao wasn't going to go down easily. With the flight ability granted by the 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor spirit bone, he was moving faster than his enemies. Even with Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum Douluo's spirit abilities trying to slow him down, Tang Hao managed to keep ahead of them.
As he flew, Tang Hao's gaze turned toward a distant city—Nuoding City. He knew where he had to go.
"Your Holiness!" Chrysanthemum Douluo cried out. "He's heading toward Nuoding City! What could he be planning?"