Tang Hao Roars at the Sky: Spirit Hall, I Will Fight You to the Death!

Ever since entrusting Tang San to Yu Xiaogang, he had drifted across the continent like a wandering ghost.

The pain and self-reproach in his heart, his longing for Ah Yin, and his guilt toward the sect tormented him day and night like poison.

Only this cheap, harsh liquor that numbed his nerves could let him briefly escape that endless nightmare.

He had hidden himself here, sinking like a lump of mud, seemingly wanting to bury himself completely in this filthy corner, fleeing from the past and the future alike.

He had just lifted that bowl of murky liquid, preparing to pour it down his throat once more and use its burning pain to suppress the torment in his heart.

Just then, several posters drifting in through the window caught Tang Hao's attention.

He reached out and grabbed one of them tightly in his hand.

He placed it on the table and stared at it.

Spirit Hall Papal Edict:

The Clear Sky Sect is hereby stripped of its name!

Let all under heaven bear witness! Those who submit shall prosper; those who defy shall perish!

"Clang—!"

The crude pottery wine bowl slipped from Tang Hao's hand and smashed heavily onto the greasy wooden table, shattering apart!

The murky, pungent liquor splashed everywhere, soaking him and splattering onto a drunken mercenary beside him.

"Damn it! Are you blind? Are you looking to die?"

Drenched in liquor, the mercenary flew into a rage. Cursing, he rose to his feet and reached for Tang Hao's collar.

However, before his hand could touch that filthy coarse-cloth robe—

A terrifying aura that made one tremble erupted from that mud-like figure, like a slumbering beast suddenly awakening.

"Argh!"

The mercenary was struck as if by an invisible sledgehammer.

With a scream, his body flew backward out of control.

He crashed heavily into the wall behind him, spat blood, and instantly passed out.

The entire noisy tavern fell silent in an instant!

Every shout, curse, and clink of cups seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

Everyone stared fearfully toward that corner.

Tang Hao slowly, exceedingly slowly, raised his head.

His tangled, disheveled hair slid aside, revealing a weathered, stubble-covered face now twisted to the utmost extreme!

His eyes, once filled with pain and numbness, now burned like hellfire.

Crimson! Mad!

Filled with boundless fury, incredulous shock, and killing intent capable of destroying heaven and earth!

The Clear Sky Sect had been stripped of its name by Spirit Hall?

His home, his roots, the glory his father had protected all his life!

The foundation his eldest brother Tang Xiao had struggled to uphold!

The sect he had been too ashamed to face had been annihilated by Spirit Hall?

"ROAR—!"

A roar of rage so extreme it was like a volcanic eruption burst from the depths of Tang Hao's throat.

The sound carried the terrifying Soul Power of a peak Titled Douluo, instantly tearing apart the tavern's deathly silence.

Boom—!

The tavern's roof and walls exploded and collapsed like papier-mâché beneath that terrifying pressure.

Bricks and tiles scattered in every direction.

Dust shot into the sky!

Before any of the drinkers and mercenaries could even scream, the indiscriminate and terrifying shockwave made blood pour from their seven orifices.

Amid the swirling dust, Tang Hao slowly rose to his feet.

"Spirit Hall—!"

Tang Hao threw back his head and let out a bloodcurdling roar, his voice filled with hatred and grief too deep for all the waters of the world to wash away.

He no longer looked at the tavern beneath his feet, which had become ruins in an instant, nor at the ant-like corpses.

His gaze seemed to pierce through countless mountains and rivers, locking onto the northwest.

The direction of the Clear Sky Sect Mountain Gate!

The next instant, Tang Hao turned into a dark crimson streak of blood that tore through the sky.

He had to return. He had to see it with his own eyes!

Even if that place had already become a land of death, even if nothing remained but broken walls and the bones of his kin, he had to return.

Even if he had to spill his last drop of blood, he would make Spirit Hall pay the price!

The dark crimson blood-light cut through the heavens, carrying grief, fury, and resolve capable of destroying heaven and earth.

It shot desperately toward that homeland, surely already reduced to ruins.

In its wake, it left behind a lingering trail carrying the scent of blood.

When Tang Hao, carrying soul power rippling with world-destroying grief and fury,

crashed down like a meteor onto the frozen blood-red purgatory before the Clear Sky Sect Mountain Gate,

time seemed to freeze once more.

The immense impact blasted a deep crater into the frozen earth covered in dark red ice crystals, sending dust and shards of ice flying in every direction.

The dust slowly dispersed.

Tang Hao stood in the center of the crater like a demon god returned from hell.

In his hand, he tightly gripped the Clear Sky Hammer, wreathed in towering bloodshed and baleful energy.

Nine soul rings pulsed wildly around the hammer, especially the scarlet hundred-thousand-year soul ring, which radiated a heart-pounding glow.

Yet when his crimson eyes, burning with the fires of hell, clearly saw everything before him—

All his frenzy, rage, and killing intent were instantly replaced by deathly stillness.

The frozen mountain gate archway, its hammer emblem sealed in humiliation.

The corpses of his clansmen filling his vision.

Among them were even younger members of the clan whose faces he vaguely remembered.

The ghastly ice-rimmed hole piercing Tang Lie's chest, the horrific conditions of the other three elders before their deaths...

He had returned.

Returned to the sect that haunted his dreams, yet one he had been too ashamed to face.

But what he saw was devastation as far as the eye could see, corpses strewn everywhere.

A graveyard of the apocalypse, where bloodlines had been severed and glory utterly destroyed!

"Why... why?"

Tang Hao's tall body swayed violently.

Only endless emptiness, confusion, and soul-piercing despair remained in those crimson eyes.

"Spirit Hall!"

"I will fight you lot to the death!"

At Shrek Academy, the atmosphere in the room was grave.

Tang San sat cross-legged on the bed in the corner. His face was still pale, and traces of wiped blood remained at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were tightly shut, his body trembling slightly as he forcibly suppressed the churning blood and internal injuries within him.

His brow was furrowed tightly, as though he were enduring immense pain.

Xiao Wu silently kept watch beside the bed, her eyes red.

She tightly held Tang San's cold hand, wordlessly conveying her support and warmth.

Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun all stood silently to one side, their faces full of worry and anger.

Flender and Zhao Wuji stood guard at the door, their expressions livid.

Their eyes were filled with indignation at Spirit Hall's atrocities and concern for Tang San's plight.

Yu Xiaogang stood with his back to everyone by the window, gazing into the heavy night outside. His figure appeared especially desolate.

He did not dare imagine what madness Tang Hao would unleash if he learned of all this.

Just then, a terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble enveloped the entire Shrek Academy without warning.

"A Titled Douluo?"

Flender and Zhao Wuji's expressions changed drastically. They instantly summoned their martial souls and warily stared in the direction from which the aura came.

Inside the room, Tang San abruptly opened his eyes.

An incredulous light instantly burst from his bloodshot eyes.

This aura... he knew it all too well!

It was his father!