Douluo: Marrying a Wife to Become a God, Having Children for Blessings

Outside the Star Dou Forest.

A group of people emerged with arms slung around each other's shoulders, faces brimming with excitement. Judging by their expressions, their trip had been highly successful.

"Third Brother, you're incredible! A Soul King at twelve years old—just saying that out loud would scare people to death!"

Ma Hongjun, dressed in red and as rotund as a ball, threw his arm around Tang San's shoulder with a grin full of admiration.

"If you all train hard, with the Mysterious Heaven Technique in hand, you'll reach the Soul King level in no time," Tang San said calmly, his gaze steady.

Tang San had already established the Tang Sect. Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and the others had all joined, knowing full well that Tang San had created unique martial techniques. To rival the Martial Sect, he couldn't afford to hoard his skills.

Although he didn't know many techniques, he still passed the Mysterious Heaven Technique to Ma Hongjun and the others. Without it, the Tang Sect would have been a joke.

Even Flender joined the Tang Sect as an elder. Meanwhile, Ma Hongjun and the others were appointed as senior members of the sect.

"At twelve, the Martial Ancestor was still just a Soul Master," Dai Mubai remarked wistfully. "Even with his self-created techniques, he could only handle Great Soul Masters at best!"

"Give our leader some time. He'll definitely surpass the Martial Ancestor one day, and our Tang Sect will outshine the Martial Sect to become the number one sect in the world!"

"Hehe, when that happens, we'll be the founding elders of the Tang Sect. Equivalent to the Four Great Protectors, the Four Vajras, of the Martial Sect, right?"

Oscar chimed in with excitement, his eyes gleaming.

"When the Tang Sect becomes number one, I'll bring that dragon-lady Zhou Yufeng back to my place and make her sing 'Conquer' every night. Let's see if she still dares to act so tough!"

Ma Hongjun's expression darkened at the memory of being punched and losing a tooth to Zhou Yufeng. Gritting his teeth, he spat angrily:

"I'll show her what real strength is…"

Suddenly, Ma Hongjun noticed something was off. A chill ran down his spine as he raised his head, locking eyes with a group of well-dressed youths around his age, who were glaring at him coldly.

"Fatball, quite the bold mouth you've got there," a young man named Zhou Yuan sneered, stepping forward with Zhou Haoyue and others in tow. His eyes landed on Ma Hongjun.

"Let me test just how tough you are on Zhou Yufeng's behalf!"

"Fatball?!" Ma Hongjun's fear morphed into anger at the nickname, and he stepped forward, roaring,

"Call me fat one more time if you dare!"

Though Ma Hongjun's heart quaked at the sight of these Martial Sect prodigies, he refused to back down.

"Ma Hongjun!"

Flender rushed over, gripping Ma Hongjun's shoulder and barking, "Apologize to Young Master Zhou immediately!"

Putting on a sycophantic smile, Flender turned to Zhou Yuan. "My apologies, Young Master Zhou. This boy has a loose tongue, but I assure you I'll discipline him when we return!"

Though Flender resented the Martial Sect for snatching his goddess, he knew this colossus was untouchable.

"Flender, stay out of this," Zhou Yuan said flatly. "If you don't want a beating, step aside. Don't think your past connection with my grandmother can save you now!"

"Today, I'll smash this Fatball's mouth—unless you want me to write my name backward!"

"Zhou Yuan, Ma Hongjun was just joking. I'll have him apologize. But breaking his mouth—that's going too far," Tang San interjected, stepping forward with righteous indignation to shield his subordinate.

"Apologize?!"

Before Zhou Yuan could respond, Zhou Hong barked back furiously, his tone dripping with disdain:

"I'll apologize for insulting you just now—how's that?!"

Zhou Hong, Xiao Wu's grandson, had inherited her fiery temperament. Seeing Tang San's attitude only fanned the flames of his anger.

Tang San's face darkened as his venomous gaze locked onto Zhou Hong. His tone was icy:

"You're courting death."

Tang San's mind made its judgment: Zhou Hong would not leave this place alive.

With a flick of his hand, Tang San summoned the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, aiming it at Zhou Hong and pulling the trigger without hesitation.

The crossbow, crafted from refined iron, held forty-eight bolts and could fire sixteen at once.

Swish, swish, swish!

Swish, swish, swish!

Swish, swish, swish!

Swish, swish, swish!

Sixteen bolts screamed through the air toward Zhou Hong.

"Petty tricks," Zhou Hong sneered.

Drawing his sword, a sharp gleam sliced through the air.

"Arrow-Breaking Stance!"

Clang, clang, clang!

Bolts were deflected mid-flight, ricocheting back toward Tang San.

"Ghostly Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Tang San dodged while unleashing another volley of bolts. Thirty-two more whistled through the air, only to meet the same fate.

"Fatball, prepare to die!"

Meanwhile, Zhou Yuan charged at Ma Hongjun.

"Phoenix Possession!"

Panicked, Ma Hongjun activated his martial soul. But before he could react further, Zhou Yuan's fist connected with his face.

Thwack!

Blood and teeth sprayed from Ma Hongjun's mouth as he was sent flying.

"Fatty!"

Dai Mubai and Oscar cried out in alarm, moving to intervene.

"What, you think we're short on people?"

Zhou Haoyue, Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yu charged forward, swiftly pinning Dai Mubai and Oscar to the ground. Against the Martial Sect's prodigies, their resistance was futile.

Zhou Yuan, meanwhile, paid no attention to the others. Using his Shadow Movement technique, he reappeared before Ma Hongjun mid-air, delivering another blow that sent teeth and blood flying anew.

Smack, smack, smack!

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

Blow after blow, Zhou Yuan's punches landed squarely on Ma Hongjun's face, leaving it grotesquely swollen like a pig's head.

"Please, Young Masters, show mercy!"

Flender's desperate cry echoed, but a calm voice cut through, freezing him in place.

"This is a matter between the younger generation, Headmaster. It's best if you stay out of it."

Turning toward the voice, Flender saw a figure of unparalleled elegance standing nearby.

"Young Master Zhou!"

Flender's heart sank as he recognized Zhou Yulong, Zhou Yi's eldest son and Liu Erlong's child.

Zhou Yulong, blessed with unparalleled talent, had reached the Divine Martial Realm, equivalent to Titled Douluo, before forty.

"Worry not," Zhou Yulong said calmly. "My younger brother won't take his life. But discipline is long overdue."

He turned his gaze to Tang San's battle, where the situation was no better.

Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, despite its five rings, couldn't withstand Zhou Hong's Heaven's Fury Technique.

With a single strike, Tang San was sent flying, spitting blood.

As he crashed to the ground like a broken doll, a bitter thought echoed in his mind:

"I've lost again…"

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