Tang Hao Appears, Tang Hao Jumps, Tang Hao Is Gone

"Blue... Blue Silver Emperor?"

Yunxiao gave a derisive laugh.

"You were right about one thing. Blue Silver Grass really can't have Innate Full Soul Power, but who told you mine was Blue Silver Grass?"

The Martial Soul in Yunxiao's hand appeared. It was a small, crystal-clear blade of emerald grass, surrounded by a verdant breath of life.

"As royalty of the Blue Silver Grass Clan, I should naturally have Innate Full Soul Power. Why would I need to rely on another Martial Soul? Grandmaster, your theory isn't much to speak of."

The moment he heard someone question his theory, Yu Xiaogang's eyes went red, and he panted like an ox.

"How dare you! Are you questioning my theory?! Blue Silver Grass is Blue Silver Grass! Do you think making up some Blue Silver Emperor will make it real?! I'm telling you, if you kneel and apologize to me now, I can still take you as my disciple and teach you to cultivate Twin Martial Souls. Otherwise, you'll be trash for the rest of your life!"

"Hahaha!"

Yunxiao burst out laughing, tears even starting to well up in her eyes.

Qingyu glanced at Yunxiao in surprise and silently backed away a little, lest the other party's blood splatter all over her when he died.

"Are you saying Blue Silver Grass is a Trash Martial Soul? If I remember correctly, doesn't your disciple have Blue Silver Grass too? Does that make him the trash you're talking about?"

With that, he turned his gaze to Tang San.

"Someone like that was worth taking as your teacher? Looks like you're nothing special either."

Hearing this, Tang San's eyes went red, and he panted like an ox.

This guy is insulting my teacher! And he's insulting me too! He already has a way to die!

The Sleeve Arrow in his hand was quietly cocked. He had murderous intent.

Tsk, what else could you say? As expected of Tang San?

Yunxiao shot him a disdainful glance.

"Fourth Sister, let's go. These two are nothing special. There's nothing more to see."

"Okay."

The way Qingyu looked at the two of them had also changed somewhat. Although she hated studying, she had always respected scholars. But now... it turned out some people didn't deserve the title.

Yu Xiaogang wanted to say something else, but Yunxiao couldn't be bothered talking to him anymore. She turned around and ignored the two of them.

As he passed Yu Xiaogang, he paused.

"So what if I do have Twin Martial Souls? Do you think you're qualified to teach me? With your strength, breaking through to rank twenty-nine in your fifties? Heh, ridiculous."

Yu Xiaogang's face, already red with anger, grew even redder, redder than Luo Sanpao's backside.

"How dare you! You dare insult my teacher!"

Tang San raised his hand, sending a Sleeve Arrow flying toward the spot between Yunxiao's brows.

The instant Tang San made his move, Qingyu stepped in front of Yunxiao, her right arm transforming completely into dark-gold dragon scales.

"Clink~"

Qingyu looked at her right hand. There wasn't even a mark on it, but...

"You're courting death!"

Roar! A tremendous dragon's might reverberated through heaven and earth. Yu Xiaogang went limp on the spot, and everything below his waist was a runny mess.

Tang San was also forced directly to his knees by the pressure. In his heart, he had even marked Qingyu down as someone who must die.

"At such a young age, you dare do something so despicable. You already have a way to die."

(Tang San: "??? Wait, aren't those supposed to be my lines?")

Just as Qingyu was about to crack Tang San's skull open with a claw, Yunxiao stopped her.

"Fourth Sister, someone like him would only dirty your hands. Besides..."

Yunxiao's gaze toward Tang San grew increasingly hostile. Tang Hao was probably watching them right now.

Not that they were afraid. When it came to having fun, of course it was best to take it a little at a time.

"The ignorant are both pitiable and pitiful."

Yunxiao rose and left. Qingyu gave a cold snort and followed close behind, leaving Tang San and Yu Xiaogang sprawled limply on the ground.

"Th-that... what was that? Why did it make me feel like I couldn't do anything...?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression grew increasingly twisted. A dragon Martial Soul, damn it! If Luo Sanpao hadn't held him back, how could he have suffered such humiliation?! If only he had the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, he could definitely have suppressed her! That was the number one Beast Martial Soul under heaven!

"Teacher, why was her Martial Soul the Blue Silver Emperor? Why couldn't I resist at all?"

Tang San had wanted to speak when he first arrived, but for some reason, she had given him a feeling of a mother at the time, making him shut his mouth involuntarily.

If she hadn't dared to insult him afterward, he probably wouldn't even have made a move. It was all her fault.

"Phew~ Little San, don't listen to his nonsense. There's no such thing as a Blue Silver Emperor. He actually has Twin Martial Souls and just made up a name, thinking himself so clever.

"Just watch, Little San. Sooner or later, he'll regret this.

"I've studied several possessors of Twin Martial Souls, and every last one of them ended up exploding and dying. Without guidance from a grandmaster like me, he'll never break through to Soul Elder.

"When the time comes, you'll still be the strongest."

"I understand, Teacher."

Tang San was already sneering in his heart. How dare you insult me like that? Just wait until you explode and die. Even if you kneel on the ground and beg to be my dog then, I won't acknowledge you as my junior brother.

In the distance, Qingfeng watched the two of them put on their clown act, itching to refine them on the spot.

No one should think that she and her sisters were good and kind people. Of the children who could survive without parents, which one didn't have a ruthless streak?

This was Douluo Continent, a feudal society where slaves were commonplace.

Qingfeng left. Although she didn't know why her brother was paying attention to this hypocrite, since it was her brother's order, he must have had his reasons.

"Tang San... Tang San... Tang Hao? Heh, interesting, interesting."

The little devil in Qingfeng's heart was growing restless. I hope you can bring me some fun.

"Sis!"

Qingfeng instantly straightened her posture, watching her younger sister bounce toward her like a husky let out of its pen.

Her head hurt again.

"How did your test of that guy go?"

"Nothing special."

A disdainful expression appeared on Yunxiao's face.

"Even if you gave him twenty thousand years, he still might not be able to cross the threshold of Tian Heng Island. He's a complete hypocrite."

"Exactly, exactly. If Yunxiao hadn't stopped me, I would've cracked his skull right open."

The corner of Yunxiao's mouth twitched. You can't go cracking it open. If you really did, how would I write the rest of my script?

Would I just end it with 'Tang San died'?

"Do we have any other tasks next?"

Qingfeng opened a communication from her brother, and her eyelid gave a violent twitch.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Noticing something was wrong with her sister, Qingyu grew worried too. She was practically hissing, terrified that another bad person was approaching.

"It's nothing."

Qingfeng wasn't about to say that things at home had descended into complete chaos.

When I came out, it seemed like only Brother and Xi were baring their teeth at each other. How did Sister Lumine get involved too? They've gotten into a three-way biting match. This... is this right?

Qingfeng felt her whole outlook on life had been shaken. She felt like she was cracking apart. Is this what my brother is like in private?

No one noticed that the direction the three of them were walking was taking them somewhere increasingly remote.

"Sir, if you don't make your move now, you won't get another chance."

The moment Qingfeng finished speaking, a figure dressed in black appeared not far from the three of them.

Qingfeng immediately bristled. She used Martial Soul Possession with the Qian Jun Dragon Emperor, sending its immense dragon's might bearing down on him.

In an instant, it scattered Tang Hao's pressure.

"Huh? You can actually withstand my pressure?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. This little one was young, but her abilities were considerable. However... that made it all the more important not to let this child live.

Especially that boy in the back.

Tang Hao looked at Yunxiao, a sinister smile curling his lips. The Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul? This child absolutely cannot be allowed to live. Otherwise, my son can only have Blue Silver Grass.

As for the other two...

Only the dead were best suited to keeping secrets.

He pointed the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand straight at Qingfeng and the others.

"We're fighting already? You really are Haozi Douluo."

Qingyu had just been about to go up to meet him when Qingfeng stopped her.

How could she not know her own sister? Whoever she saw, she wanted to charge straight at them, without even looking at the difference in their strength.

"Uncle Mo."

The space around Qingfeng and the other two suddenly flickered.

The Clear Sky Hammer smashed down with a tremendous boom. If this place hadn't been so remote, someone would probably have come to investigate already.

"Who's there?!"

Tang Hao was shocked. His Soul Rings appeared one by one: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

To rescue someone from under his hand, the other party was probably a Titled Douluo too. It seemed things were a little troublesome. That was right, just a little.

"A mere Haozi Douluo dares lay a hand on our little princess? Was it the Clear Sky Sect that gave you the guts?"

As soon as Mo Xuan appeared, he pinned a huge accusation on Tang Hao. The other party was a member of the Clear Sky Sect anyway. As a conservative, he had always followed the principle of never wasting words when he could use force.

"You..."

Before Tang Hao could say anything else, Mo Xuan spoke.

"I can't be bothered talking to you, and you're not worthy of hearing it anyway."

Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red.

Nine blood-red Soul Rings lit up.

Tang Hao's eyes went clear.

"That's impossible!"

Back then, he had gone to great lengths to scheme his way into obtaining Ah Yin's Soul Ring, and even then he had only one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. But his opponent? He had nine Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings right off the bat!

An illusion! It has to be an illusion!

"Ninth Soul Skill! Ender Void Realm!"

As far as Mo Xuan was concerned, he would take the simplest approach, so he opened with his Ninth Soul Skill.

The next second, Tang Hao found himself pulled into a mirror space.

There were mirrors everywhere, reflecting countless images of him.

"You dare show off your paltry tricks before a master?! Ring Detonation! Great Sumeru Hammer!"

He detonated all nine rings at once. His opponent had no martial virtue at all! Who opened with their Ninth Soul Skill?!

With a swing of the Clear Sky Hammer, the mirror closest to him began to shatter, turning into hundreds of billions of fragments. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, every fragment transformed into a "Tang Hao." That was right, each and every one.

There were hundreds of billions of Tang Haos, and every one of them held a Clear Sky Hammer and had nine Soul Rings.

"Wh-what is this?! Who are you people?!"

"Who?"

The reflections glanced at one another, then all burst out laughing.

"Why, of course, whoever's more badass is the real one."

Tang Hao could only watch in despair as hundreds of billions of Clear Sky Hammers came smashing toward him, every one a Great Sumeru Hammer with all nine rings detonated.

"Looks like it's the end for little old me, the rat~"