Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
Even when Uchiha Madara came to the world again in the form of Impure World Reincarnation, news that he was surrounded and killed by the Spirit Hall began to spread on the mainland, causing an uproar immediately.
All of a sudden, the low-level Soul Master people on the streets were talking about this matter, and it was making a fuss.
"Hey! Have you heard? That Uchiha Madara who could rival Titled Douluo was killed by the Spirit Hall's people!" Several Soul Master who were accompanying Soul Hunting whispered as they walked.
"Really? That's Spirit Hall's most wanted criminal! How could he be eliminated so easily?" Some people were so brave that they couldn't believe it and couldn't help but question.
"How can it be false? The notices posted by the Spirit Hall have already said that! I heard from the gossip that Titled Douluo died in his hands!" Another Soul Master continued to talk without noticing the figure wearing a tattered cloak passing by him.
"Xiao Ban, were you killed by the Spirit Hall's people?" Tang Hao stopped as if struck by lightning, and was stunned on the spot, with the words of that person still echoing in his ears.
No matter how unruly Madara is? She still tried every means to make him angry back then. Even if she was not related by blood, it could not change the fact that Madara was raised by Tang Hao.
Madara's voice and smile reappeared in Tang Hao's mind. This time he didn't find it so annoying because his life had already been fixed in Tang Hao's memory.
"Old man! Drink less alcohol, it's not good for your health!"
"I will come back to see you again when the time comes, father!"
Madara's unruly cheek seemed to appear in front of Tang Hao again, and the warm scenes of the family getting along in the past were still vivid in his mind.
It's Spirit Hall again! I must make you pay Blood One price!
Tang Hao's chest heaved violently, a pair of tiger eyes that were faintly glistening with tears were filled with bloodshot eyes, and an incomparable sorrow and indignation rippled from his heart.
Tang Hao staggered away from the small town that made him feel so sad, as if running for his life, and couldn't wait to fly into the sky in the wild.
"Huh!" Tang San was still practicing Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer while being washed by the waterfall unconsciously.
After nearly three years of hard work, the current Tang San is like a piece of precious iron that has been completely forged into a magic weapon by Tang Hao. Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer has become even more proficient, and its strength has increased compared to three years ago.
Tang Hao silently came to the waterfall and looked at the only remaining youngest son with complicated eyes. His heart was filled with sadness and mixed emotions, and he didn't know how to tell him such news.
"Father, you are back!" Tang San finally stayed in the waterfall for three days and three nights. Finally, he calmed down and concentrated all his strength on the head of his hammer to strike hard at the waterfall, roaring down.
The entire waterfall was cut off in the middle by the huge power of Tang San, and poured towards the sky as if it had escaped gravity.
The figure of Tang San turned into a swimming dragon and jumped out of it. After squatting down to the ground to relieve his strength, he slowly stood up and looked at Tang Hao. His eyes were full of exhaustion but he still kept his spirits up.
"You have been trained very well!" Tang Hao opened his mouth and hesitated for a while, but the words that came to his lips could not come out. He just suppressed these words.
In the past three years, Tang San and Tang Hao have known each other very well, and it was easy to tell that his father seemed to be hiding something from him.
"Father, are you hiding something from me?" The attentive Tang San easily caught the tears in the corners of his father's eyes, and with a slight premonition in his heart, he still asked relentlessly to get to the bottom of it.
Tang Hao took a deep look at his only remaining son, knowing that this was something he would have to face sooner or later, so he sighed and tried his best to hide his grief and said, "Your brother, Madara is dead!"
"What!!!" Tang Hao's words were like a bolt from the blue to Tang San, making it difficult for him Jiujiu to recover.
"Spirit Hall's people set an ambush on his way in advance. I have learned through some channels that he killed two people under the siege of eight Titled Douluo!" Tang Hao suppressed the grief in his heart, even the tough man's body was trembling slightly at this time.
"Brother, can you stay a little longer?"
"Xiao San, we will definitely meet again in the future!"
"Brother, welcome home!"
In Tang San's mind, Madara's rare gentle face was still smiling at Tang San, as if it had never changed.
Every time he encountered danger, Madara stood in front of Tang San like an indestructible mountain, shielding him from countless wind and rain.
Whether it was the attack from a Spirit Beast when he was a child, or the siege from Titled Douluo when he participated in the Spirit Hall Elite Competition, Madara seemed to be undefeated until he was defeated.
"No! No! My brother will never be defeated, so what about Titled Douluo? It's not like he has never been defeated." Tang San's voice was extremely low and hoarse, even slightly trembling.
Tang San lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly under the cover of his sea-blue hair. You could only see tears sliding down his cheeks to his chin and then slowly lowering his head.
That invincible figure actually fell down, how could it be possible? Didn't you say that they are all rustics? Didn't you say we would meet again?
"Sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to miss the date!" Tang San's apologetic voice seemed to ring in his ears again, and then slowly dissipated.
"Father, how can I become stronger?" Tang San's eyes were red, and his fists were clenched tightly and his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh. But this pain was just a drop in the bucket compared to the pain in his heart at this time. He had to cheer up and become stronger to let those Spirit Hall people pay with their blood.
"I will do it even if you don't tell me, go to City of Slaughter!" Tang Hao looked at Tang San who was burning with revenge and anger, and said truthfully without trying to dissuade him.
Heaven Dou Empire, Prince's Mansion Xue Qinghe was still checking the reports from various parties as usual. When she opened a certain copy, she couldn't help but pause slightly when she saw the contents and the pictures and texts of the familiar figure.
"You still didn't escape after all? But you killed two Titled Douluos in a row under the siege of eight Titled Douluos. Do you deserve to be said to be you?" Xue Qinghe looked at the specially made photo of Soul Master that could still see his life style even though he was dead. He knew that this would happen, but he still felt lonely.
Obviously our Spirit Hall victory has eliminated a big obstacle in the future, but why can't I always feel happy?
Qian Renxue held his chin, looking at the vivid image of Madara slightly absentmindedly, and a pair of soft catkins brushed gently.
An imperceptible sigh sounded in His Highness the First Prince's study, and then fell into silence again.