Tang Hao's Death Wish

Hearing the gritted-teeth voice, Flender paid it no mind. "I'll take good care of you at the academy."

He got married and had children? Doesn't that mean I have a chance now?!

When Zhao Xiaotian left the dean's office, his expression was terrifyingly gloomy. However, Oscar, walking over from afar, showed no fear at all. He casually slung an arm around Zhao Xiaotian's shoulders and led him back to the dormitory.

Before long, the sky gradually darkened, and the cloaked man lurking in the shadows began his operation. Liu Jin and Ghost Charm, who were secretly protecting Zhao Xiaotian, both sensed that powerful yet familiar aura.

The two locked their Soul Power onto the cloaked man. Upon seeing his face, Ghost Charm's body began trembling involuntarily.

"Ta... Tang Hao!"

The moment Liu Jin heard that the man's name contained the word "Tang," his expression darkened. He understood exactly where someone bearing that name had come from.

However, he had no intention of dealing with this matter now. He wanted to settle Zhao Wuji's affair first. Liu Jin said to Ghost Charm, "Ignore him. Let's find Zhao Wuji first!"

Inside Zhao Wuji's room, he had already awakened and was sitting in a chair. His arm was wrapped in bandages, making it extremely difficult for him to handle documents.

Zhao Wuji angrily slammed a fist onto the table. A sharp tearing pain immediately spread through his entire body.

"Hiss! That brat really fights dirty. Looks like I'll have to take proper care of him in the future and temper that temperament of his."

Just as Zhao Wuji was imagining himself mercilessly disciplining Zhao Xiaotian until the boy knelt and begged for mercy, his window suddenly flew open, and Liu Jin's chilling voice entered his ears.

"Zhao—Wuji! Get out here!"

The voice, infused with powerful Soul Power, rang through the ears of Flender and Zhao Wuji. Both were in their rooms at the time—one handling documents, the other counting the Gold Soul Coins earned from today's admissions.

Upon hearing that powerful, Soul Power-laced voice, both men immediately turned serious and vigilant. Zhao Wuji, however, charged straight out without hesitation, chasing after a Ghost Shadow into a forest.

Liu Jin stood on a tree branch with his back to Zhao Wuji. Seeing the old man's white hair and white robes, Zhao Wuji gave a disdainful laugh as seven soul rings emerged around him.

Suddenly, Ghost Charm appeared atop a huge boulder not far from Zhao Wuji and sat down, continuously letting out eerie, horrifying sounds.

Zhao Wuji frowned. "May I ask who you are? Why call me out only to refuse to reveal your name?"

Tang Hao had originally intended to kill the brat who had stolen his son's spotlight. However, while on his way there, a terrifying voice suddenly rang out, and he instantly did not dare make the slightest movement.

Tang Hao was now concealing his aura as he observed Liu Jin and Ghost Charm sitting atop the boulder. When he saw Ghost Charm, Tang Hao frowned. Could that brat and that white-haired old man be from Spirit Hall?

Coo, coo, coo!

Hearing the movement in the sky, Ghost Charm sneered and said in a chilling voice, "The one in the sky, come down!"

The pressure of a Level 94 Titled Douluo instantly shook Flender, who was still flying through the air, down to the ground. Flender struggled to straighten himself and cupped his hands. "This junior is Flender, a Level 78 agility-attack Battle Soul Saint. Greetings, Your Excellency Ghost Douluo!"

Liu Jin sneered. Flender had not paid respects to him. Ghost Charm looked indifferently at the two Soul Saints who had summoned their soul rings. "What? Do you intend to fight me?"

Flender cupped his hands. "Of course not."

Liu Jin turned to face Zhao Wuji and Flender, saying coldly, "What? Your instructor tried to kill my grandson during the assessment. Am I not allowed to come seek justice?"

As he spoke, nine terrifying soul rings—two yellow, two purple, three black, and two red—instantly appeared beneath Liu Jin's feet. The terrifying energy of the soul rings immediately spread throughout Shrek Academy.

Xiao Wu, who had been sleeping soundly, was instantly jolted awake by the energy fluctuations of the Hundred Thousand Year soul ring. Her pretty face was filled with terror. "Could there be a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse in this academy?!"

Zhao Xiaotian, who had just lain down, also looked toward the source of the energy fluctuations not far beyond his window. Activating his Fiery Golden Eyes, his gaze passed through tree after tree, allowing him to see everything that was happening.

Zhao Xiaotian got out of bed, leaped through the window, and hurried toward Liu Jin and the others. Xiao Wu also left her room and saw Zhao Xiaotian rushing away.

Xiao Wu hesitated where she stood, wondering whether she should follow and take a look. Something on Zhao Xiaotian had always been drawing her in.

At that moment, Ghost Charm had already begun brutally beating Zhao Wuji. Flender could only silently withdraw his martial soul and soul rings, not daring to look any further. After all, an elder even stronger than Ghost Douluo was standing there. He did not dare act rashly.

Zhao Xiaotian had already arrived and saw Zhao Wuji being beaten. In the shadows, Tang Hao silently summoned his Clear Sky Hammer upon seeing Zhao Xiaotian, ready to strike and kill him at any moment.

After watching for so long, Tang Hao understood Zhao Xiaotian's identity. In Tang Hao's eyes, whether or not someone was from Spirit Hall did not matter—even speaking with someone from Spirit Hall was a death-worthy offense.

Zhao Xiaotian called out to stop him. "Elder Gui! Stop!"

Ghost Charm's fist, which was about to land on Zhao Wuji's face, stopped in midair. Zhao Wuji swallowed, the pain in his face making it difficult even to speak.

Ghost Charm kicked Zhao Wuji away, then cupped his hands. "Holy Son, you have arrived!"

Upon hearing the words "Holy Son," Tang Hao's eyes instantly turned blood-red. The killing intent around him became almost tangible, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand glowed red as well.

Liu Jin turned his gaze toward the source of the red killing intent, his face darkening. Tang Hao instantly appeared and swung his hammer directly at Zhao Xiaotian's face.

Liu Jin immediately acted. The strength of a Level 97 Titled Douluo erupted at once, forcing Tang Hao several steps back. Tang Hao sneered. "A Level 97 Titled Douluo! Spirit Hall certainly has deep pockets! To protect a mere brat, they actually dispatched a Level 97 Titled Douluo!"

Seeing Tang Hao's martial soul, Liu Jin sneered as well. "The Clear Sky Hammer! Someone from the Clear Sky Sect! State your name! I do not kill nameless nobodies!"

Tang Hao replied calmly, "I am Tang Hao, the current Clear Sky Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect!"

"Tang Hao? A mere junior like you? Even Tang Chen would have to call me Uncle. Yet you dare lay a hand on my grandson before me!"

Tang Hao's aura filled with killing intent as he sneered. "Heh! You think you are worthy of mentioning my grandfather's name?"

Liu Jin's expression darkened further. "Junior! If my sect were not a reclusive sect, how could your Clear Sky Sect possibly deserve its position as the foremost of the Upper Three Sects? Your Clear Sky Sect's title as the number one sect in the world was begged for by your grandfather Tang Chen, yet you dare act on impulse and come here seeking death!"

"Seeking death? Today, I, Tang Hao, will first kill you, this old bastard, then kill this brat and that little ghost. I'd like to see who will know it was me after all of you are dead!"

Hearing this, Liu Jin's aura became incomparably terrifying. "In that case, your death shall defend the spirits of Xiaotian's parents in heaven!"

After hearing Liu Jin's words, Zhao Xiaotian understood Tang Hao's identity as well. Clear Sky Douluo—the title only the strongest expert of the Clear Sky Sect was qualified to possess.

Zhao Xiaotian's expression turned extremely dark. His martial soul emerged on its own, while his aura erupted with a terrifying presence that someone his age should not have possessed.

The aura around Zhao Xiaotian was like that of someone who had passed through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. His terrifying killing intent even surpassed Tang Hao's, the Slaughter God who had emerged from the City of Slaughter.