Wanted: Clear Sky Remnants Tang Hao and Tang San, Father and Son—Reward: Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone and One Million Gold Soul Coins!

"Dad!"

Tang San cried out and struggled to get out of bed.

Xiao Wu and the others tensed up at once.

The door was pushed open by an invisible force.

A tall figure stood in the doorway.

It was Tang Hao!

No spirit rings appeared around him.

Yet the invisible pressure he exuded made even Spirit Saints like Flender and Zhao Wuji struggle to breathe.

Tang Hao's gaze pierced through the dim light and landed precisely on Tang San, who was struggling to rise.

The complexity and guilt of the past were gone from his eyes, as was the pain of wallowing in despair.

All that remained was an almost cruel calmness and the intent of a final farewell.

"Xiao San."

Tang Hao's voice was unusually calm.

"Dad!"

Tang San staggered toward Tang Hao, grabbed his father's arm, and anxiously asked,

"Are... are you all right? The Clear Sky Sect... the sect..."

He could not continue. Tears welled up in his eyes again.

Tang Hao did not answer his question about the sect.

He raised a large, rough hand and gently stroked Tang San's head.

The motion was somewhat clumsy, yet full of an indescribably complicated emotion.

His eyes lingered for a moment on Tang San's pale, anxious face, as though he wanted to etch his son's appearance deep into his soul.

"Xiao San,"

Tang Hao said in a deep, slow voice, each word seeming to be forced out from the depths of his chest.

"Live well. Follow Grandmaster and cultivate diligently."

He paused. Deep within those calm, unruffled eyes,

something seemed to be burning and boiling violently before finally turning into cold ashes.

"Take care of yourself. Forget about me, this... unqualified father."

Those final words sounded like a last farewell, carrying a heartbreaking weight and resolve.

Tang San's heart suddenly clenched.

A sense of foreboding instantly wrapped tightly around it.

"Dad! Where are you going?!"

Tang San clutched Tang Hao's arm desperately, his voice trembling with tears and panic.

"Don't! Don't do anything foolish! Please!"

Tang Hao gave Tang San one final, deep look.

There was guilt, reluctance, and longing.

But in the end, all of it was buried beneath a cold resolve to face death head-on.

"Let go, Xiao San."

Tang Hao's voice remained calm, but it carried unquestionable authority.

Then, he turned resolutely and walked out of the room.

With Tang Hao's strength, if he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

He was going to Spirit Hall. He was going to find that Pope, Ye Xian.

Even if it was a dragon's den and tiger's lair, a certain deathtrap, he would go!

He would use this ruined life, his lifelong cultivation, and the final brilliance of the Clear Sky Hammer to take his enemy down with him.

As the Clear Sky Douluo, as Tang Xiao's younger brother, this was the last thing he could do—and the only thing he wanted to do!

Tang Hao believed that since he had been able to hammer Qian Xunji to death years ago, he could hammer Ye Xian to death now as well.

Flender and Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance, each seeing shock and helplessness in the other's eyes.

They wanted to chase after him, but Tang Hao's resolute back and the terrifying aura radiating from him made them understand.

There was no point in catching up.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Just then, several powerful auras descended upon Shrek Academy like meteors tearing through the night sky.

The leading aura swirled with seven-colored glazed radiance.

It was Ning Fengzhi!

The two auras following close behind were equally formidable. One was incomparably sharp, its sword intent soaring into the heavens.

The other was strange and profound, as though it had merged with space itself.

They belonged to Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong.

"Tang Hao! Stop!"

Amplified by Soul Power, Ning Fengzhi's voice rang out like a great bell, clearly reaching Tang Hao ahead with urgency and persuasion.

Tang Hao abruptly halted.

He spun around, and the resolute killing intent burning in his eyes instantly turned into cold vigilance and a trace of surprise.

Ning Fengzhi? Sword Douluo? Bone Douluo?

Why were they here?

"Sect Master Ning?"

Tang Hao's voice was hoarse and cold.

"Move aside! My affairs have nothing to do with you!"

"Tang Hao! Calm down!"

Chen Xin held the Seven Kill Sword in his arms as he instantly appeared in front of Tang Hao. Sharp sword energy formed an invisible barrier, blocking his path.

His gaze was like lightning as he stared directly into Tang Hao's deathly eyes.

"We just witnessed the tragedy of the Clear Sky Sect."

"Ye Xian's strength is unfathomable, and Spirit Hall is on high alert right now. If you go, you will be no different from a moth flying into a flame!"

"Witnessed it?"

Tang Hao savored those words. The icy deadness in his eyes was instantly ignited by deeper pain and fury.

"You witnessed it? Then why didn't you save them? Why did you stand by and do nothing?"

A bloody, baleful aura erupted around him. The Clear Sky Hammer instantly appeared in his hand, pointing at Chen Xin as he roared like a wounded beast.

"Get lost!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy beneath my hammer!"

"Tang Hao! Wake up!"

Gu Rong appeared at Tang Hao's flank like a ghost. The space around his withered hand twisted slightly as he tried to seal off Tang Hao's possible escape routes.

"By the time we arrived, Spirit Hall had already withdrawn."

"We truly wanted to help, but we were powerless..."

"Powerless? Hahaha!"

Tang Hao let out a mournful, crazed laugh, filled with endless mockery and desolation.

"What a fine excuse—powerless. My entire Clear Sky Sect has been wiped out, and you dare speak to me of being powerless?"

"Move aside! I'm going to find Ye Xian! I'll make him pay his blood debt in blood! Even if I die, I'll drag him down with me!"

He said no more. Blinding blood-red light burst from the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and terrifying Soul Power fluctuations surged like a volcano on the verge of eruption!

The Ninth Spirit Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up!

He was actually going to force his way through at all costs!

"Tang Hao! Look who this is!" Ning Fengzhi's voice suddenly rose.

At the same time, a figure stepped out from behind him.

Tang Xun was listless and weak at the moment. Having been too lazy to take care of himself, his appearance had changed somewhat.

But Tang Hao recognized that familiar face.

"F-Fourth Elder!"

Tang Hao's violent aura abruptly stalled, and a flash of joy appeared in his eyes.

"Tang Hao, the Sect Master's soul plaque has not shattered!"

"Your elder brother is still alive!"

"Now, only you and I remain of the Clear Sky Sect. Only by staying alive will we have a chance to take revenge on Spirit Hall. You must not act impulsively!"

Ning Fengzhi nodded.

"Tang Hao, I have already contacted Yu Yuanzhen, the clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. He has agreed to form an alliance with us."

"With the support of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family and reinforcements from the Star Luo Empire, we may not be unable to fight Spirit Hall!"

At those words, Tang Hao finally calmed down.

Tang Xiao was still alive. Naturally, he could not go throw his life away before his elder brother did.

Ning Fengzhi was right. Although the Clear Sky Sect had fallen,

if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the Two Great Empires joined forces,

Spirit Hall would surely not dare act rashly again.

Just as everyone was discussing the alliance, a new Papal Edict was issued from Spirit City.

Tang Hao and Tang San, father and son, the Clear Sky remnants, were wanted across the entire continent!

Anyone who captured either one and delivered them to Spirit Hall would be rewarded with one Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone!

Anyone who captured both would be rewarded with two Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones and one million Gold Soul Coins!