Defeating the Weakened Tang Hao

Xiao Yun stood atop the clouds, looking down at the dense forest below, drenched in moonlight.

His Spiritual Sense had long since locked onto three faint yet distinct auras—Tang Hao, Tang San, and Xiao Wu. He watched Tang Hao exhaust every last bit of strength to send Tang San and Xiao Wu away. He watched Yang Wudi leave in haste, Xiao Wu turn and vanish into the depths of the forest, and Tang San run into the distance with tears in his eyes.

Finally, he saw Tang Hao standing alone, leaning on the Clear Sky Hammer with his back against a millennium-old tree, facing the direction of Spirit City as he quietly waited for something.

That figure was lonely and tragic, like a wounded lion. Though he knew death was certain, he still held his head high.

Xiao Yun let out a soft sigh, descended from the clouds, and landed silently around five hundred meters away from Tang Hao.

He raised a hand and wiped it across his face. His bones and muscles shifted slightly, and his body instantly grew several inches taller, becoming broader and more imposing. A full suit of dazzling golden armor, covered in dragon patterns, appeared out of thin air and covered his body. Light gathered in his hand, forming a completely golden Dragon Subduing Cudgel wrapped in lifelike dragon patterns.

Ninety-sixth rank, Dragon Subduing Douluo.

After probing Spirit Hall's Worship Hall with his Spiritual Sense, he had chosen this identity. Though this man was a Titled Douluo, he remained in secluded cultivation year-round and rarely appeared in public. Few people within Spirit Hall had even seen him, making him the ideal disguise.

After adjusting his aura and Soul Power Fluctuation, Xiao Yun strode through the forest toward Tang Hao.

His footsteps startled the night birds