The Ill-Fated Reunion of the Tang Father and Son

On a forest road some distance away from Aosidela City.

A carriage raced along it.

After leaving Aosidela City, Flender and the others had stolen a carriage and fled the city without stopping.

That city had left far too great a shadow in their hearts.

As for why they had stolen a carriage...

Naturally, it was because Flender had wagered nearly all his money on the Shrek Seven Devils.

The Shrek Seven Devils had suffered a crushing defeat beneath Qian Renxue's Angel Sacred Sword, so naturally, he had lost everything.

After all, even with one arm crippled, he was still a Soul Saint. A carriage yard owner was hardly capable of resisting him.

The carriage sped down the road through the dense forest, its wheels spraying dots of mud.

Bang!

A thunderous crash rang out.

Something heavy seemed to have slammed hard onto the road ahead of the carriage.

The horses pulling the carriage were startled by the sudden commotion, rearing up and bolting in every direction.

These horses used for long-distance travel were generally soul beasts with cultivation, and their strength was quite formidable.

In their panic, they forcibly tore free of their harnesses and fled into the forest.

The carriage they had been pulling overturned amid the chaos.

"What was that?"

With unease in their hearts, Flender and the others climbed out of the battered carriage in a bedraggled state.

They feared that Luo Li had changed his mind and that people from the Great Soul Arena had come after them.

Only after getting out of the carriage did they clearly see what had fallen onto the road ahead.

It was a person.

He lay on the muddy road, still covered in patches of unmelted frost and snow, while blood continuously trickled from where one of his arms had once been.

"Where did this half-dead bastard come from?"

Flender strode over irritably and gave the man a heavy kick, sending him rolling to one side.

Having just gone through such an ordeal, he was already in a foul mood. Now the carriage he had been riding in had been smashed to pieces because of this person who had suddenly fallen from above, and rage was boiling in his chest.

Flender's kick rolled the figure, who had been lying face down, onto his back.

Yu Xiaogang, clutching his chest with a pale face and a strip of white cloth wrapped around his crotch, froze.

He stared blankly at the mud-covered face.

His brows furrowed slightly.

This half-dead man seemed familiar somehow...

Tang San also braced himself and came over to see what was happening.

He had been severely injured by Qian Renxue's sword. Although Oscar's sausage had helped stabilize him somewhat, his condition was still far from optimistic.

The violent upheaval of the carriage had just thrown him out.

His injuries, which had barely begun to recover, seemed to have worsened even further.

But when Tang San came closer and caught sight of that mud-covered face after Flender's kick had turned it over...

His expression abruptly changed.

First came stunned disbelief, followed swiftly by panic.

"Father!"

Tang San shouted at the man, then crawled and stumbled over with his badly injured body.

He reached out and wiped away the mud on the man's face.

The man before him was clearly his blacksmith father, Tang Hao!

Tang San hurriedly took bandages from his Soul Tool and wrapped Tang Hao's bleeding, now-empty right arm.

Once Tang San wiped the mud from Tang Hao's face, Yu Xiaogang also suddenly recognized him and cried out in shock.

After losing his fifth limb, his voice had begun to change slightly, becoming somewhat shrill.

"Clear Sky Douluo!"

Everyone froze at those words.

"Xiaogang, who did you say this man is?" Flender turned to Yu Xiaogang in disbelief.

This half-dead man lying on the ground was the legendary Clear Sky Douluo?!

Flender simply could not connect this wretched figure with the legend who had smashed the Pope with a hammer.

Yet Yu Xiaogang nodded with absolute certainty.

He had seen Tang Hao at Notting Academy. How could he possibly mistake him now?

"Though I don't know what happened, this man is the Clear Sky Douluo."

"He is also Xiao San's father."

Everyone was stunned by Yu Xiaogang's words.

Tang San had such a background?

Seeing how he usually carried himself, they had assumed he came from a very ordinary family.

Who would have thought that he had a Titled Douluo father—and the once-renowned Clear Sky Douluo at that?

Although his reputation as a genius had been completely overshadowed in recent years by the rising King Frost Extreme.

A Titled Douluo's worth still remained unquestionable.

Even Tang San could not help lifting his head, his expression stunned.

Clear Sky Douluo?

Wasn't his father just an ordinary blacksmith who spent every day drunk out of his mind?

How had he become a Titled Douluo?

Tang San, who had supported himself since childhood while also caring for Tang Hao, found it difficult to believe that his decadent, irresponsible father was a legendary Titled Douluo.

Yu Xiaogang sighed softly and stroked Tang San's head.

A trace of maternal affection shone in his eyes as he said gently:

"This is the Clear Sky Douluo protecting you, Xiao San."

Tang San was even more confused.

How was hiding his identity supposed to protect him?

Could the identity of the Clear Sky Douluo be dangerous somehow?

"Teacher, why?" Tang San asked urgently.

Yu Xiaogang raised his head slightly and fell silent, seemingly considering whether he should tell Tang San about it.

"Xiaogang, let's take the Clear Sky Douluo and leave first." Flender interrupted them.

"Given the Clear Sky Douluo's current condition, it is very likely the work of an enemy."

"If we don't leave quickly, and an enemy even the Clear Sky Douluo couldn't handle catches up to us, we're all likely to die here!"

Flender's words made sense, and Yu Xiaogang nodded repeatedly.

But since the horses that had pulled the carriage were nowhere to be found and the carriage itself had been shattered, they could only continue on foot.

As for the unconscious Tang Hao, they used a broken carriage plank as a stretcher, with Flender and Tang San carrying him.

In terms of speed, it would naturally have made more sense for Zhao Wuji and Flender, both Soul Saints, to work together.

But...

Both of Zhao Wuji's hands had been cut off by Luo Li. He had no hands left to carry Tang Hao!

"Teacher!" Tang San called out anxiously once more as they traveled.

He still wanted to know exactly what had happened.

What enemies did his father have?

Seeing Tang San persist, Yu Xiaogang finally told him part of the truth.

"The enemy your father provoked is none other than..."

Yu Xiaogang paused before slowly uttering three words:

"Spirit Hall."

Tang San's face changed drastically at those words.

How could he not know of Spirit Hall?

The person who had helped awaken his martial soul was a Spirit Hall deacon, and Spirit Hall was also where he had collected his subsidies over the years.

It was the undisputed number one soul master power on the continent, filled with countless experts!

How had his father provoked such a force?

Xiao Wu lowered her head beside them, hatred appearing on her face as well.

She too shared an irreconcilable blood feud with Spirit Hall!