Tang Hao's Willing Death

Xiao Yun withdrew his cudgel and stood tall, looking down at him from above. His voice was cold and arrogant. "By the Pope's order, I am to capture you alive if possible, so that I may question you about some... hidden truths from back then. Tang Hao, surrender obediently, and perhaps you will suffer less."

"Capture me alive?" Tang Hao muttered, repeating those words. A strange smile suddenly curled across his lips.

That smile held relief, mockery, resolve, and a trace of indescribable... sorrow.

He suddenly raised his head and, with the last of his strength, slammed himself toward the Dragon Subduing Cudgel in Xiao Yun's hand!

Xiao Yun's pupils contracted sharply!

His reaction was swift. He twisted his wrist, trying to pull back the Dragon Subduing Cudgel once more. But Tang Hao's movement was too fast, too resolute, and far too unexpected. Xiao Yun had no time to react at all—

Bang!

A dull impact rang out.

The end of the Dragon Subduing Cudgel smashed viciously into Tang Hao's head, which he had deliberately thrust forward.

Blood splattered.

Tang Hao's body slowly toppled backward like a puppet with its strings cut. His eyes remained open, gazing at the moon in the night sky, while that strange smile froze upon his face.

The Clear Sky Douluo had fallen.

Xiao Yun stood silently, looking at the corpse at his feet as it gradually grew cold. His grip on the Dragon Subduing Cudgel tightened slightly.

"Tang Hao... why did you have to do this?" he murmured.

He had thought that by disguising himself as the Dragon Subduing Douluo, defeating Tang Hao with overwhelming strength, and capturing him alive, he could control him with the Soul Puppet Thread. Then he could send him back to Tang San's side as his spy, eventually setting