Dual Flame Fusion

The Azure Lotus Core Flame burned his face. To deny Tang San any chance of treatment, Han Yu left Fire Poison on his face.

Unless Han Yu personally withdrew the Fire Poison, no one could restore Tang San's face.

For a poisoner, the best way to deal with him was to poison him as well!

As Tang San gradually slipped into unconsciousness, Han Yu suddenly sensed a powerful wave of Soul Power behind him.

Leaving Tang San behind, he turned around. "Who are you, Your Excellency?"

The newcomer was naturally Tang Hao. He had originally been following Tang San from far behind when he suddenly sensed a powerful eruption of fire-attributed Soul Power and rushed over.

Except this time, the show he had come to watch involved his own son.

"Hmph, bullying two children with your strength—what kind of ability is that?" Tang Hao snorted coldly.

Of course, he was not stupid enough to announce his identity.

Han Yu's eyes rolled as he sneered, "Tang San poisoned someone within Nuoding City. According to imperial law, such a madman deserves death."

"What a bold mouth." Tang Hao sneered. Then, nine Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red—appeared beneath his feet.

It was merely Nuoding City. Even if it were the Heaven Dou Empire, he would still deal with anyone who offended a member of the Tang Family.

"A Titled Douluo!"

"It's too late to beg for mercy now." Tang Hao swung the Clear Sky Hammer and smashed it down at Han Yu without another word.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar." Han Yu smiled as a Black Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet.

With the Heavenly Flames protecting his body, Tang Hao could not sense his strength.

Moreover, possessing a Martial Soul Avatar was a mark of the strong. On top of that, Tang Hao already had injuries within his body. To avoid underestimating his opponent, he quickly withdrew his Clear Sky Hammer and retreated.

But how could Han Yu possibly possess a Martial Soul Avatar? That shout had merely been a bluff.

Realizing this, Tang Hao flew into a rage from humiliation. "You dare toy with me!"

"You dead rats from the Clear Sky Sect actually dare show your faces on the continent? Aren't you afraid Spirit Hall will come after you?" Han Yu sneered.

"Once you're dead, naturally no one will know." Tang Hao was brimming with confidence.

He was not afraid that Qian Daoliu would go looking for trouble with the Clear Sky Sect. After all, the place where the Clear Sky Sect was currently hiding was the location agreed upon back then. With Qian Daoliu's indecisive nature, he would never break that agreement.

As for Han Yu before him, would he, Tang Hao—the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent—fear some nameless nobody?

"Is that so? Then, Ninth Soul Skill, Fire Burns the Clouds."

A blood-red Soul Ring lit up beneath Han Yu's feet, and the phantom of a Fire Cloud Crane faintly emerged behind him.

Surging heat erupted from his body and instantly swept toward Tang Hao.

"What?!" Tang Hao was startled.

He possessed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and knew perfectly well the pressure emitted by one.

"Clear Sky Body Protection!" With no time to think, Tang Hao planted the Clear Sky Hammer before himself, forming a barrier of Soul Power.

His figure was swallowed by the sea of flames, but the fire's power was somewhat weak and did not inflict much damage on him.

Though the power of a hundred-thousand-year soul skill was formidable, Han Yu was only a level-sixty quasi-Soul Emperor. The power he could unleash was ultimately limited.

Calling it the Ninth Soul Skill had only been meant to deceive Tang Haozi.

After all, nowhere on the continent was it stated that Soul Masters were forbidden from falsely reporting their soul skills.

"Courting death!" Tang Hao's level ninety-five aura erupted without restraint, swiftly dispersing the sea of flames.

"The mountains may not turn, but the rivers will. We'll meet again." A cloud of azure "smoke" instantly spread around Han Yu.

Using it as cover, his figure swiftly vanished into the haze.

"Clear Sky Hammer, Chaotic Cloak!" Raising the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Hao quickly whipped up a storm around himself.

Snap~

Han Yu calmly snapped his fingers, and the Fallen Heart Flame swiftly formed inside Tang Hao's body.

"Mmh~" Tang Hao's movements abruptly stopped. The piercing pain triggered the old injuries within his body, leaving him unable to move for a short time.

Han Yu did not stop there. He knew his speed was far inferior to Tang Hao's. Since he had lured the man out, he had to completely deprive him of the ability to pursue.

Azure flames wrapped around Tang Hao like ocean waves.

After recovering his senses, two Soul Rings beneath Tang Hao's feet instantly exploded.

"Vermin, die!"

"Then let's see." Han Yu sneered as he released the Fallen Heart Flame at tremendous speed.

Then he fled without looking back.

Heavenly Flames were wondrous treasures of heaven and earth. Aside from the Burning Art, there was no way to fuse them together.

Seeing that Soul Power could separate the Heavenly Flames, two purple Soul Rings beneath Tang Hao's feet instantly shattered, greatly increasing his speed.

Han Yu glanced back. Seeing that the time had come, he hurriedly covered his ears.

Boom~

After the violent explosion, a Blood-Colored Mushroom Cloud slowly rose into the sky.

Even from so far away, Han Yu still suffered some injuries from the shockwave.

"Good thing I didn't mold a fire lotus by hand. Otherwise, Tang Haozi might not have died, but I would've died first."

Without daring to linger, he hurriedly fled the area.

As for Tang Hao, the moment he sensed danger, he detonated four Black Soul Rings in succession and shielded Tang San and Xiao Wu behind him.

"Cough, cough~" He spat out a mouthful of black blood.

In a single day, Tang Hao had detonated eight Soul Rings. The internal injuries in his body had been completely triggered. If he fought again anytime soon, he would undoubtedly die.

"Little San, rest assured. No matter what, Father will always stand behind you."

After bringing Tang San and Xiao Wu to a nearby inn, Tang Hao left alone.

He desperately wanted to see Tang San again, but if Spirit Hall learned of it, in his current state, not only would he be unable to protect Tang San, he might even lose his own life.

By nightfall, Han Yu returned to Nuoding City.

After briefly dealing with Pei Feng and the others, he returned to the dormitory.

"The aftermath of a Titled Douluo's attack really isn't something to joke about."

This time, he had truly walked through the gates of hell. But compared with him, Tang Hao's injuries were far more severe.

Seeing that the dormitory door was not closed, Ye Lingling walked in.

"Teacher Han, how did you get hurt?"

"It's nothing. I just ran into a little trouble on the way." Han Yu smiled.

"The Dean said you went out to catch the culprit. How did it go? Did you catch him?" As she spoke, Ye Lingling summoned her martial soul.

The moment the white light fell upon his body, Han Yu felt more relaxed than ever before.

"Not bad. Your Soul Power has broken through to level thirty-five. I didn't catch the culprit, but I did beat him badly."

"Teacher Han, did a strong opponent attack you?"

With Han Yu's strength, he could walk sideways in a small place like this. There were very few people capable of injuring him.

Han Yu gave the excuse he had prepared beforehand. "That person had accomplices. I got caught off guard."

As his injuries gradually recovered, Han Yu thought for a moment and said, "Lingling, for your fourth Soul Ring, you can absorb one that grants detoxification abilities."

After sorting through his memories, Han Yu realized that Healing-Type Soul Masters seemed unable to cure poisoned Soul Masters, especially those deeply poisoned.

Otherwise, Xue Ye would not have been poisoned to death in the future. Nor would Dugu Bo's clan have suffered from toxins all this time.