A Chrysanthemum and a Little Ghost Dare Hurt My Son?!

"Xue'er, this Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone is of average quality. Take it and use it as a trinket."

Qian Renxue smiled sweetly.

"Thank you, Brother Shan~"

The people around them were envious, jealous, and practically wanted to kneel down and lick his boots.

[Left Side, Original World:]

Xiao Wu's identity had been exposed. She trembled like a dying candle in the wind.

Tang San was drenched in sweat, staring despairingly at the greedy gazes around him.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and even Sword Douluo all coveted Xiao Wu, this "walking Hundred Thousand Year soul ring."

Tang San roared, his voice shrill and miserable.

"No—!!

No one can hurt Xiao Wu!!"

"Not unless they step over my corpse!!"

Yet Tang San's roar was so pale and powerless beneath the pressure of several Titled Douluo, like an ant roaring at an elephant.

Chrysanthemum Douluo cast him a contemptuous glance and flicked his orchid-like fingers lightly.

"Noisy little brat.

Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish. Buy one, get one free—I'll send the two of you off as a pair of doomed lovebirds!"

"Third Soul Skill—Breath Barrier!"

Boom!

A golden barrier instantly descended, trapping Tang San and Xiao Wu tightly within and completely cutting off every avenue of escape!

Despair descended!

Just as that golden "Breath Barrier" was about to close completely and lock Tang San and Xiao Wu inside like trapped beasts, at that critical moment—

Rumble—!!!

A thunderclap that seemed to have come from the ancient Primordial Era suddenly exploded above Pope's Palace!

The once-clear sky was instantly covered in dark clouds, the black mass seemingly about to crush all of Spirit City.

A terrifying pressure, utterly domineering and filled with the aura of Destruction, crashed down like Mount Tai bearing down overhead!

Crack!

The "Breath Barrier" that Chrysanthemum Douluo Moon Douluo had carefully arranged, enough to trap a Soul Saint,

was instantly covered in cracks like fragile glass beneath that terrifying pressure, before shattering with a deafening boom!

"Who is it?!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Moon Douluo's expression changed drastically. He retreated rapidly, and for the first time, panic entered his shrill voice.

The ghostly flames all over Ghost Douluo Ghost Douluo also trembled violently, as though he had encountered a natural nemesis, while he stared fixedly into the air.

A colossal Clear Sky Hammer, black as ink and wrapped in dark-red lightning, descended from the heavens and smashed heavily into the ground before Tang San!

Thud—!!!

The earth shook violently. The hard granite floor cracked apart in an instant, and countless stones flew everywhere.

A middle-aged man wearing a tattered cloak, his face covered in stubble, looking destitute yet radiating an overwhelming presence,

slowly descended onto the massive hammer's handle.

Tang Hao stood with his back to Tang San, his eyes like lightning as he coldly swept his gaze over Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo before him and Pope Bibi Dong atop the high platform.

His low, hoarse, yet incomparably domineering voice exploded beside everyone's ears.

"A chrysanthemum and a little ghost dare hurt my son?!"

"Get lost!!!"

The rolling sound waves actually made the blood and qi of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, two Titled Douluo, surge wildly, forcing them back several steps!

Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!

The entire venue erupted in uproar!

No one had expected this killing god, who had vanished for years, to truly reveal himself for his son!

Many people had complicated feelings.

Compared to the Tang Hao on the Heavenly Screen, whose wife had not died and whose son was an unparalleled prodigy, Tang Hao in this world had clearly suffered far more.

More importantly...

In the spectator seats, Ning Fengzhi was startled by Tang Hao's appearance and immediately rose to his feet.

"Tang Hao."

The look in Chen Xin's eyes as he gazed at Xiao Wu regained its clarity.

Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, and Chen Xin exchanged glances.

They silently communicated through voice transmission.

"Fengzhi, should we help Tang Hao?"

Chen Xin asked.

"The Heavenly Screen just said that Tang Chen is in the City of Slaughter.

This is no longer much of a secret. Even if Tang Hao fails to escape and dies here, the Clear Sky Sect must have seen it too.

If Tang Chen emerges, Douluo Continent will surely be swept up in another bloody storm. Even Spirit Hall..."

Though Chen Xin did not finish, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong both understood the importance of the matter.

Though several decades had passed.

For those at the upper echelons of present-day Douluo Continent,

Tang Chen's prestige may have faded considerably, but he was far from unfamiliar.

He was the "Invincible on Land" who stood alongside Qian Daoliu as a level 99 Limit Douluo!

If he came out and discovered that the Clear Sky Sect had suffered so much over the years, and that even his grandson Tang Hao and great-grandson Tang San had died in Spirit City,

he would surely go mad.

If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could rescue Tang San and Tang Hao at this crucial juncture,

then once Tang Chen returned,

the Upper Three Sects could unite and have no fear of Spirit Hall at all!

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly and said,

"That is not impossible."

"However, there is no need to elaborate on Tang Chen's terrifying strength.

If Tang Chen returns, then although our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is not weak and possesses wealth rivaling a nation's, we can only become an appendage of the Clear Sky Sect."

"But if the Clear Sky Sect has no intention of protecting our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, then after offending Spirit Hall today..."

"Alas!"

Gu Rong sighed.

"Let us first see how the situation develops before making a decision."

Looking at the mountain-like figure standing before him,

Tang San, who had been in despair moments ago, instantly had reddened eyes. His voice choked with emotion.

"Dad... Father..."

However, only Tang Hao himself knew how complicated his feelings were at that moment.

Tang Hao slightly turned his head and glanced from the corner of his eye at the right side of the Heavenly Screen.

There, the "Tang Hao" of that world was beaming with health, enjoying the glory brought by his son,

with a loving father and filial son, while the Clear Sky Sect was flourishing at its peak.

Then he looked at the one behind him...

Though he too possessed Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power, compared to that "Tang Shan,"

he was simply heaven and earth apart.

Not only was he doing terribly, but because he was not strong enough,

he had even forced Tang Hao to expose himself early and fall into this perilous, near-certain-death situation.

"Sigh..."

Tang Hao sighed deeply in his heart, and a trace of barely perceptible disappointment flashed through his eyes.

Without the comparison from the Heavenly Screen, perhaps he would have been proud of Tang San.

But now, seeing that "perfect version" of a son and then looking at his own, the sense of disparity in his heart was beyond words.

"Enough..."

Tang Hao clenched his fists. The disappointment in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by resolve and calculation.

"Though he is a defective product, though he cannot compare to that Tang Shan..."

"He is still Tang Hao's blood!

And he still has Twin Martial Souls!"

"As long as he does not die, he has hope of cultivating to Titled Douluo in the future!

He has hope of taking revenge on Spirit Hall for me!

Even if these old bones of mine must be sacrificed today, I will protect this only Core Flame of revenge!"

At that thought, the killing intent in Tang Hao's eyes surged!

He no longer hesitated. Nine soul rings instantly rose around him!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

The moment that blood-red Hundred Thousand Year soul ring appeared, terrifying killing intent swept across the entire venue, even frightening many low-level soul masters into wetting themselves!