Back when the Haotian Twin Stars were renowned throughout the land, they had even joined forces to challenge Sword Douluo.
Of course, it had been a contest of swordsmanship and hammer techniques, not an actual battle.
The Haotian Twin Stars, then at the height of their fame, tasted defeat for the first time beneath Sword Douluo's sword techniques, whose killing intent loomed like dark clouds pressing down upon a city.
Yet even in victory, Sword Douluo had to admit that either of those young men from the Clear Sky Sect possessed greater cultivation talent than he did.
Tang Hao in particular truly bore some resemblance to his grandfather, Tang Chen.
He had simply never expected that after the battle against Spirit Hall, in which Tang Hao gravely wounded Qian Renxue and caused him to die of his injuries, the Clear Sky Sect would seal its gates and retreat from the world, while Tang Hao himself would vanish without a trace for years.
Before arriving at the wooden cabin where the Tang father and son lived, Sword Douluo had still held great expectations.
What had that exceptionally gifted young man, who had refused to yield even before him, become now?
Yet when he and Dai Weisi stepped into the cabin, all they could smell was the pungent stench of cheap liquor.
"Who is it?!"
The atmosphere inside the cabin abruptly changed, and a tall figure appeared in the doorway.
But Sword Douluo was bitterly disappointed.
Where was the peerless young expert from a few years ago, arrogant and unrivaled in his glory? All he saw was a coward who could no longer summon the will to fight, numbed by alcohol, his entire body riddled with injuries yet unwilling to nurse himself back to health.
How had it come to this?
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