Grandfather and Granddaughter Reunite

Duanmu Ci looked at Dugu Yan, then at the somewhat melodramatic scene before him.

It seemed she had not told anyone about the fight between him and her grandfather. Her secrecy had been quite solid.

And Dugu Yan herself probably had not shown enough of her strength in front of her boyfriend.

That was why this "favored son of heaven" had developed the illusion that he could measure up against him?

"Heh..." Duanmu Ci gently shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of boredom.

"Seeing as you're Yanyan's boyfriend, consider this a greeting."

The instant his words fell, the Rinne Sharingan turned once more, and an Illusion Technique enveloped Yu Tianheng.

In an instant, Yu Tianheng's eyes lost focus. Like a puppet whose soul had been ripped away, he stood rigidly frozen in place.

"Tianheng! This... Brother Mu..." Dugu Yan cried out. Seeing her lover fall into a daze so suddenly, concern flashed through her eyes as she instinctively looked toward Duanmu Ci.

Duanmu Ci waved a hand. "It's nothing. Just a little 'greeting' to help him cool his head. He'll be fine after a nap."

"Tianheng."

"Captain."

Just then, several anxious shouts approached along with hurried footsteps.

Yu Feng, Osler, Ye Lingling, and the others had come looking after discovering that Yu Tianheng had left the group alone.

When they saw Yu Tianheng standing there stiffly, Dugu Yan's anxious expression, and Duanmu Ci standing between them, all of their faces changed.

Duanmu Ci frowned slightly.

He was just heading back to the residence. He was planning to lure out Tang Hao—why were there so many troublesome nuisances?

He could not even be bothered to turn around. His gaze casually swept over the charging members of the Imperial Dou Main Team.

The power of the Rinne Sharingan activated soundlessly once more.

Every member of the Imperial Dou Main Team who rushed over—

Instantly became copies of Yu Tianheng, each of them freezing rigidly in place with hollow eyes.

At last, the entire world seemed quiet.

Duanmu Ci waved to the four beside him. "All right, it's settled. Let's go."

Zhu Zhuqing and the others immediately followed him. Only Dugu Yan kept looking back at Yu Tianheng.

By the time she realized Zhu Zhuqing and the others had already gone far ahead, she could only hurriedly follow.

Along the way, as Duanmu Ci activated Mental Probe, a pitch-black figure clearly appeared not far behind him.

The figure had already drawn the hammer in his hand, Soul Power surging throughout his body.

Duanmu Ci was overjoyed. Tang Hao had indeed come.

If you hadn't come, I'd have had to keep thinking about you every day.

"Go!" Duanmu Ci suddenly said to the four behind him.

Then, with a wave of his hand, Universal Pull gently lifted the four of them.

His body instantly turned into a streak of light, flying toward the outskirts of the city.

"Not good! I've been discovered!"

Tang Hao, who was in the distance building up power and preparing to seize his target with a thunderous strike, suddenly contracted his pupils.

He no longer cared about concealing his aura and roared, "Don't run!"

Two streaks of light chased one another, one before and one behind.

"Why has this brat become so much faster?" Tang Hao, following behind, sensed that something was off about Duanmu Ci's speed.

But the thought flashed through his mind only briefly. He immediately pushed his Soul Power to its limit and accelerated after him.

Outside Heaven Dou City, Duanmu Ci and Tang Hao stood facing each other atop a barren mountain.

The Shadow Clones of Zhu Zhuqing and the other three watched the scene quietly from afar.

"Brat, hand Dugu Yan over to me, and I can spare your life," Tang Hao shouted.

But Duanmu Ci seemed to have thought of some amusing joke and chuckled. "Clear Sky Douluo, don't be in such a hurry. Today, I'm inviting you to watch a grand show."

"Hmph." A vicious gleam burst from Tang Hao's eyes.

"Don't play tricks. If you refuse to hand her over, you know what I'm capable of. This time, I won't let you escape again."

He had already made up his mind. This brat's spatial soul skill and various other soul skills were certainly strange and difficult to deal with, but now that he was carrying four burdens, there was no way he could escape as easily as he had while carrying Dugu Bo.

Facing Tang Hao's surging killing intent, Duanmu Ci suddenly brought up a seemingly unrelated topic:

"As far as I know, in the Clear Sky Sect, the foremost of the Upper Three Sects, the strongest Titled Douluo of every generation is bestowed with the supreme title of 'Clear Sky Douluo'..."

He paused, staring directly at Tang Hao with a teasing look, "Then may I ask, Clear Sky Douluo, who was the remarkable figure who held the title of Clear Sky Douluo two generations before you?"

This abrupt question made Tang Hao's brow furrow sharply, and a surge of offended fury shot straight to his head.

He roared in a deep voice, the sound waves shaking loose pebbles from the mountainside. "Brat. What are you trying to say?

"The Clear Sky Douluo of two generations ago was my grandfather, Tang Chen.

"He was also the strongest of his era, the eternal monument of the Clear Sky Sect.

"What right does an ant like you, who knows neither heaven nor earth, have to make reckless comments about him?"

"Don't think of stalling for time. Surrender immediately, or die!"

Tang Hao's patience was nearly exhausted. The blood-red Divine Slaughter's Domain began spreading from the Clear Sky Hammer, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

"Tsk, tsk, misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Duanmu Ci waved a hand, wearing that same infuriatingly composed smile. "How would I dare judge your esteemed father? I merely..."

He deliberately drew out his words, a trace of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

"...was simply curious—which of the two generations of Clear Sky Douluos would win if they fought to the end?

"And just how... spectacular would that scene be?

"I imagine it would be very interesting, wouldn't it?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Tang Hao's heart suddenly clenched before rage flared within him.

His grandfather, Tang Chen, had vanished many years ago. There had long been no word of him; even whether he was dead or alive remained unknown.

How dare this brat profane him like this?

"You bastard! You dare insult him like this—

"Today, even if you kneel and beg for mercy, you will still die!"

Tang Hao was completely enraged. The nine soul rings around the Clear Sky Hammer blazed like suns, and the terrifying pressure plunged the area into silence. Even the sounds of insects, birds, and beasts vanished completely.

"Don't be so impatient. The show is about to begin."

Facing this world-destroying might, Duanmu Ci's smile only grew brighter.

His hands flashed through a complex, mysterious hand seal, and he shouted in a low voice:

"Impure World Reincarnation."

A massive coffin carved with strange runes burst from deep beneath the ground before Duanmu Ci without warning.

Amid a teeth-grating sound of friction, the coffin lid slowly slid aside, then crashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up dust that filled the air.

An arm coated in dust and covered in eerie, spiderweb-like cracks suddenly thrust out, gripping the edge of the coffin tightly.

Then, a tall figure radiating unmatched dominance

slowly stepped out of the coffin's shadow, one step at a time.

When that face—though covered in cracks, still incomparably imposing and unforgettable—was fully revealed beneath the moonlight—

"Grand... Grandfather?" Tang Hao's entire body shook violently. His eyes widened as if they would split apart, filled with utter shock, disbelief, and a trace of ecstatic joy at having regained what was lost!

Even the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand trembled slightly from the turmoil in his heart.

Thirty years! A full thirty years!

The figure he had called out to countless times in his dreams had truly appeared before him once more.