The First Limit Douluo Experience Card
"You're... Tang Hao?!"
In Lin Yan's view, the newcomer stood in the shadows, his coarse hemp clothes filthy and his face covered in stubble. He was as unkempt as could be, the very picture of a beggar.
But his broad shoulders and burly frame, coupled with the faint scent of rust in the air, gave him an overpowering presence just standing there.
Lin Yan was almost certain that this man was Tang San's father, Tang Hao!
Sure enough, the figure gradually emerged from the shadows and stopped beneath a glass window that let in the moonlight.
"Hm?"
"There's something strange about you, kid. An orphan wouldn't know my name. Who exactly are you?"
Tang Hao indirectly admitted his identity, while also voicing his doubts.
To escape Spirit Hall's pursuit, he had lived in seclusion in Holy Soul Village for six years, always presenting himself as a blacksmith. No one knew his true identity.
Yet the little brat before him, who looked "born evil," had spoken his real name at a glance.
How bizarre!
Tang Hao fixed his gaze on Lin Yan, slowly releasing his killing intent.
Seeing this, Lin Yan immediately gave a derisive snort.
"Heh."
"Sure enough, it's you. I knew you wouldn't behave yourself."
"Enough talk. Draw your sword!"
With those words...
Lin Yan brought out both swords, the black sword Tribulation Fire in his left hand and the white sword Shocking Thunder in his right, and immediately assumed a fighting stance.
In the moonlight, six-year-old Lin Yan stood on the soft, spacious bed in cartoon pajamas, a glowing longsword in each hand!
Though his expression was exceptionally serious, anyone who saw him would have thought he was playing make-believe.
Tang Hao in particular couldn't help laughing aloud at the sight.
"Hahahaha!"
"Since you recognize me, you should know I'm a Titled Douluo!"
"You're a level 13 Soul Master, and you want to draw your swords against me?!"
"Do you think I'm playing games with you? You really don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is!"
Tang Hao took a step forward, no longer restraining his presence.
"Kid, hand over the method for absorbing a Soul Ring beyond your level, and swear on your Martial Soul to serve my son Tang San for the rest of your life!"
"Then I'll spare you today!"
"Otherwise, don't blame me for bullying someone younger and showing no mercy."
A Titled Douluo and a six-year-old child who had only just awakened his Martial Soul.
Standing together, even with Lin Yan on the bed, he was still shorter than Tang Hao.
There was simply no comparison between the two.
Even if Asura God were here instead, he wouldn't be able to figure out how Lin Yan could escape this predicament.
Yet... Lin Yan remained calm and curled his lips.
"Wouldn't have guessed it. You're not much to look at, but you sure can dream."
"You want to eat your fill and carry the rest away, have it both ways!"
"No wonder Tang San was reincarnated into your family."
At those words, Tang Hao's smile vanished instantly, and his eyes gradually grew serious.
"Sharp-tongued little brat!"
"It would be one thing to say that to that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang, but you even dare mock me. You really are tired of living."
Tang Hao wasted no more time! He planted his foot, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in midair, trailing a bloody gust.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black... red. Nine Soul Rings pulsed in an alternating rhythm, and the surrounding air grew heavy and viscous, as though it had been ground beneath a massive millstone.
"So this is a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring? How wonderful..."
Lin Yan narrowed his eyes, a scarlet glimmer reflected in his blood-red pupils. A trace of longing appeared on his face.
"Wait!"
"Why isn't this brat afraid of me at all?"
Watching Lin Yan, Tang Hao felt somewhat uncertain.
He knew better than anyone just how formidable his Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring was. Without exaggeration, aside from a few old monsters on the continent, every Soul Master who saw it would be shocked and afraid, without exception.
Why wasn't the brat in front of him reacting at all?
"He recognized me at a glance, and he doesn't even bat an eye in the face of a Titled Douluo. He's definitely no ordinary person."
"Twin Sword Martial Souls! Could it be... he's from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
At that thought, Tang Hao grew cautious.
If this kid really had ties to Chen Xin, he couldn't just act recklessly.
The Clear Sky Sect had already offended Spirit Hall. It couldn't afford to sour relations with the Upper Three Sects because of him.
"Kid, are you from one of the Upper Three Sects?"
Tang Hao's tone softened somewhat, as though he feared Chen Xin might really come charging out of some corner.
After all, a genius with Innate Full Soul Power from a great clan would surely have a protector.
But Lin Yan merely shook his head casually. "No!"
Tang Hao was dumbfounded!
The next second, his face abruptly hardened, and killing intent reignited in his eyes.
"Then you're a bastard from Spirit Hall!"
Lin Yan shook his head again. "No, I'm not!"
Those words left Tang Hao even more bewildered.
What was going on? He wasn't from the Upper Three Sects or Spirit Hall. Surely he couldn't be from the Lower Four Sects?
"Stop guessing!"
"I'm just an ordinary orphan. I don't have any backing."
"If you want to make a move, hurry up. If you don't dare..."
"Then get lost!"
Lin Yan put heavy emphasis on the last two words, and as his voice fell, the black flames and arcs of lightning on his swords began to stir.
He looked fully prepared for battle.
Seeing this, Tang Hao's brows twisted into a knot.
"An ordinary orphan?"
Was this a joke?
Could an ordinary orphan recognize Clear Sky Douluo, who had vanished without a trace for years, at a glance? Could an ordinary orphan remain so calm in the face of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?
He secretly tightened his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer, his gaze sweeping over Lin Yan again and again.
Six years old! His Martial Soul had only just awakened!
Twin Sword Martial Souls, and a thousand-year first ring.
There was nothing particularly unusual about him at first glance. Why? Why did he know his identity, and why was he so confident facing him?
"To hell with it. I even dared kill Qian Xunji of the Pope's Hall. What power on this continent could I possibly be afraid to provoke?"
"Besides, I've already left the Clear Sky Sect. Even if some important figure learns what happened today, they won't connect it to the Clear Sky Sect."
"I'm doing it!!!"
Having made up his mind, Tang Hao clenched his back teeth and spoke word by word.
"Putting on a mysterious act!"
"Kid, I don't care whether you have backing or not. I'm getting that method for absorbing Soul Rings beyond your level today!"
"If you hand it over, I can spare you some suffering."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for hitting too hard, smashing every bone in your body, and forcing you to hand it over."
"You talk too much!"
Lin Yan murmured, then activated the [Limit Douluo Experience Card] in his Sea of Consciousness with a thought.
In an instant, dark clouds rapidly gathered above all of Nuoding City, lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.
One moment, it had been an utterly clear and tranquil night; the next, it had become a scene of apocalypse.
A thunderclap made Tang Hao's body tense in fright. As inexplicable panic rose in his heart, he saw the presence of the six-year-old before him climb higher and higher.
Level 20, level 30, level 40...
Soul Grandmaster, Soul Elder, Soul Ancestor...
At that moment, Lin Yan was like an old monster whose seal had been undone. In the space of a few breaths, the presence around him reached that of a level 99 Limit Douluo!
Rumble!
A bolt of lightning struck, shattering the glass of the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling window.
Lin Yan was instantly engulfed in a raging wind. In the darkness, his blood-red Sharingan looked like a gateway to Hell Road, expanding without limit in Tang Hao's vision.
"No! Something's wrong!"
"How is this possible?"
"Who exactly are you?"