A Titled Douluo Fights a Soul Sage: The Advantage Is Mine

As Zhao Wuji spoke, he began unfastening his belt in front of the Blue Silver Grass. He had wanted to relieve himself earlier, and now that he had spotted such a lush patch of Blue Silver Grass, it was the perfect chance to fertilize it.

"Old Zhao, you really have the worst timing." Flender laughed and cursed.

"Hey, Boss Flender, aren't we just trying to bask in Haotian Your Excellency's glory too? Think about it: for this Blue Silver Grass to grow so strong, Haotian Your Excellency must have fertilized it plenty. This counts as going to the bathroom together with Haotian Your Excellency. Boss Flender, aren't you coming?"

"I..."

Just as Flender was considering whether to fertilize the Blue Silver Grass alongside Zhao Wuji, a fist-shaped shadow condensed from Soul Power slammed directly into Zhao Wuji. That punch hit harder than every punch Tang Hao had thrown at Zhao Wuji before. If Zhao Wuji had not still been useful to Tang Hao, that single blow might have finished him outright.

"Ha-Haotian Your Excellency."

Seeing Zhao Wuji sent flying by a fist of Soul Power and sensing that familiar aura, Flender immediately gave a deep bow toward the direction from which the punch had come.

"Hmph! Flender, Zhao Wuji, what are you two doing here?!" Tang Hao roared.

He truly had not wanted to show himself just now. Tang San still needed magic power to grow, and in Tang Hao's eyes, Tang San also had Xiao Wu, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, by his side.

But Zhao Wuji was about to piss on Ah Yin—and wanted to do it together with Flender. Tang Hao simply could not endure that.

"Father, you really are a Titled Douluo?"

Seeing the Soul Sage whom Village Chief Old Jack had praised as being worth an entire army get sent flying by a single punch from his father, while Flender, who was even stronger than Zhao Wuji, treated his father with such respect, Tang San could only conclude that his father was a Titled Douluo, no matter how much he doubted it.

"Yes. I hadn't wanted you to find out so early." Tang Hao nodded slightly, then found a place to sit and looked toward Zhao Wuji and Flender. "Zhao Wuji, Flender, I need an explanation."

At those words, both men broke out in a cold sweat, especially Zhao Wuji, who had already been beaten twice by Tang Hao.

Tang Hao had just told them to look after Tang San, only for Xiao Wu, the girl Tang San cared about desperately, to vanish almost immediately afterward. This was truly difficult for them to explain.

But difficult or not, they still had to explain. Looking at Zhao Wuji, who had already taken two beatings from the Clear Sky Douluo, Flender helplessly stepped forward.

"Haotian Your Excellency, this is what happened. Not long ago, one of Shrek's students broke through to rank thirty in Soul Power, so Old Zhao brought those students to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for a Soul Ring."

"As you know, hunting Soul Rings is an opportunity for teachers to temper their students. And Shrek happened to have only seven students, so Old Zhao brought them all along."

"Everything had gone smoothly at first, but who would have thought that Old Zhao would encounter a disguised expert at an inn?"

Upon hearing "disguised expert," and thinking of Xiao Wu's identity, a terrible premonition immediately rose in Tang Hao's heart. He shot to his feet in alarm. "How strong was that expert?"

Tang Hao's sudden movement startled Flender, but he quickly recovered.

"In answer to Haotian Your Excellency, that person should have been somewhere between a Soul Emperor and a Soul Sage with Twin Martial Souls. When Old Zhao fought that person, they had five Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings. One of their soul skills was clearly a single-target offensive soul skill of over thirty thousand years. Old Zhao's abilities were heavily countered, and I was not confident I could rescue the students, so I had no choice but to disturb you, Haotian Your Excellency."

Hearing that, Tang Hao sat back down and slowly let out a breath.

As long as the expert was not at the Spirit Douluo level, it was fine.

Before rank thirty, Xiao Wu's identity could be seen through by a Spirit Douluo. But as long as it was not exposed, a Soul Sage would generally not go out of their way to kill a little girl. That would be far too beneath them.

Of course, there was always the possibility of an exception. But such a possibility was extremely small. Compared with being killed, Xiao Wu was more likely to be captured and sold—or forcibly taken away—though neither possibility was particularly likely either.

In the current Douluo Continent, Soul Sages were still high-level figures. They were treated like lords almost everywhere they went and would not stoop to lowly trades like human trafficking.

Seeing that Tang Hao seemed to have relaxed and did not appear worried about Xiao Wu's safety, Tang San immediately dropped to his knees.

"Father! You have to save Xiao Wu! After you left, Xiao Wu was my only family. I truly don't know who else besides you can save her." Tang San said, tears filling his eyes.

Tang Hao slowly spoke, his voice brimming with confidence. "Don't worry. Xiao Wu will be fine. Once we find that person, I'll make my move."

Whether it was for the Hundred Thousand Year Soft Bone Rabbit's Soul Ring and soul bone, or for his future revenge against Spirit Hall, Tang Hao would not allow even the slightest accident to happen to Xiao Wu.

As for Tang San's plea, Tang Hao considered it the least important part and simply ignored it.

As Tang Hao finished speaking, he stood and brushed the dust from his clothes, then glanced at Ah Yin in her Blue Silver Grass form.

"Flender, stay here and take good care of this Blue Silver Grass. If I see that you dared to piss here, don't blame me for drowning you when I return."

Under Tang Hao's murderous voice, Flender nodded again and again, cold sweat pouring down like rain. "Rest assured, Your Excellency. I would never dare. Never!"

Flender spoke exactly as his heart told him to. At this moment, there was none of that It's Mediocre Not to Cause Trouble attitude left in him—only fear and panic.

"Father, what about me?"

Tang San's voice came over, making Tang Hao's brow twitch. "You neither! No one can!"

"Flender, Little San, guard this Blue Silver Grass well. I'll be back soon."

As Tang Hao spoke, he grabbed Zhao Wuji, whom he had just beaten into a dead dog, and then stepped into the air, flying toward the Star Dou Great Forest.

Tang Hao was extremely fast at first, but soon his speed slowed. Since he had not absorbed the Blue Silver Emperor's soul bone or sought out a high-level healing-type Soul Master, his body was in terrible condition. If he truly fought, his strength would clearly be greatly reduced.

However, Tang Hao did not care much about that.

A starving camel was still bigger than a horse. As a Titled Douluo, even in terrible condition, even if he could only exert the power of an ordinary Titled Douluo to avoid worsening his injuries, a Titled Douluo was still a Titled Douluo.

A Titled Douluo fighting a Soul Master at most at the Soul Sage level—even if the opponent had Twin Martial Souls and several powerful Ten-Thousand-Year soul skills—Tang Hao could still say one thing: a Titled Douluo fights a Soul Sage; the advantage is mine!

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