Jade Little Sword's Pee Scare, Tang San's Disdain

The soul power pressure generated by the collision of Title Douluo was too intense; those students who hadn't even reached the Soul Master level couldn't withstand it at all.

Only those who had broken through to Soul Master had some resistance, enough to avoid being forced to their knees by the fluctuations of soul power.

Above Notting Academy.

Tang Hao, draped in a Black Robe, wielded a massive Clear Sky Hammer, pointing it at Bibi Dong, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei, his entire body radiating a terrifying aura.

"One chrysanthemum, one little ghost."

"And one Martial Soul Hall Pope. This scene feels familiar."

"What, do you want to taste my Clear Sky Hammer again?"

Tang Hao's gaze was icy as he stared at the familiar trio—the familiar Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, the familiar Martial Soul Hall Pope, though this time the Pope had changed from Qian Xunji to Bibi Dong.

But it didn't matter. His Clear Sky Hammer would once again make this New Pope feel the taste of being dominated.

"Hmph, Tang Hao."

"How arrogant. The New Pope's strength is beyond your imagination, and with the two of us added, you won't escape this time."

"Besides, after that battle last time, I don't believe your body came out unscathed. Let's see how long you can hold out."

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan sneered at Tang Hao's arrogant words, his face flushed with anger as he shot back.

If it were just him and Gui Mei facing Tang Hao alone, he, Chrysanthemum Douluo, would indeed be afraid—after all, the shadow Tang Hao had cast on him back then was too deep.

But now, with Bibi Dong, a formidable Pope, backing them, and Tang Hao's injuries from that battle years ago, Yue Guan didn't believe the three of them couldn't handle Tang Hao.

"If you don't believe it, then let's try."

With that, Tang Hao released his soul rings.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red—nine soul rings slowly rose from beneath his feet, coiling around his body.

Especially the ninth, a Blood Red soul ring, exuding an overwhelmingly powerful pressure.

Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei each released their own soul rings.

Behind them, Bibi Dong began summoning her martial soul, the Death Spider Emperor attaching to her body, as nine soul rings gradually rose from her feet and spiraled around her.

Matching Tang Hao's soul ring configuration, Bibi Dong's ninth soul ring was also a Blood Red 100,000 Year Soul Ring.

"A 100,000 Year Soul Ring? Interesting."

Seeing that Bibi Dong's ninth soul ring was also a 100,000 Year Soul Ring, Tang Hao felt a slight shock inwardly and gained a bit more respect for her.

Just that 100,000 Year ninth soul ring alone made Bibi Dong, this New Pope, superior to Qian Xunji, the Former Pope.

But he had faith in his Clear Sky Hammer—it was just a matter of replaying the battle from six years ago.

Coincidentally, over these six years, his hatred for Martial Soul Hall had had no outlet.

So he might as well use Bibi Dong, this New Pope, to vent the rage he'd stored up for six years.

With that thought, Tang Hao no longer concealed his soul power fluctuations, fully unleashing his level 94 Soul Power Level.

"A level 94 Soul Power Level? Tang Hao, how did your strength advance so quickly?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was shaken to his core upon sensing Tang Hao's soul power level.

Six years—just six years—and Tang Hao had come this far on the path of a Title Douluo. No wonder he was called Clear Sky Douluo; such talent was rarely seen in the world.

But today, Tang Hao absolutely could not be allowed to live. If they let him go for a few more years, he might step into the realm of Super Douluo.

By then, Tang Hao would only be more terrifying and even harder to deal with.

"Chrysanthemum Guan, you'd better worry about your own safety."

With that, Tang Hao's Seventh Soul Ring lit up, and he bellowed.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Clear Sky True Body!"

Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer instantly expanded hundreds of times, becoming as massive as a small mountain, radiating an utterly fearsome aura.

Just as he was about to swing his hammer and make Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo and Bibi Dong taste its power, "Wait, Tang Hao. High Altitude battle."

"The aftershocks of Title Douluo are too terrifying. There's no need for our fight to affect the innocent people below."

Bibi Dong, watching Tang Hao about to swing his Clear Sky Hammer, immediately stopped him.

All four of them were Title Douluo, and their current position wasn't far from Notting Academy below.

If they went all out, the aftershocks would inevitably impact the academy.

That wasn't what she wanted to see.

Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Tang Hao paused for a moment. Thinking of his son Tang San, who was still in Notting Academy, he agreed to her request.

A battle at the Title Douluo level was too terrifying—if it accidentally hurt his precious son Tang San, that would be disastrous.

Tang San was his hope for avenging Martial Soul Hall and reviving the Clear Sky Sect; he couldn't afford any loss.

"Fine. High Altitude battle."

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, then withdrew his massive Clear Sky Hammer and flew to a higher altitude above Notting Academy.

Bibi Dong, Jugu Douluo, and the Ghost Douluo exchanged glances before soaring upward after him.

Down at Notting Academy.

After Tang Hao and the four of them ascended to higher altitudes, the students who had been forced to their knees by the terrifying pressure of Soul Power stood up one after another.

They gazed into the sky, their eyes filled with awe—so this was the legendary Title Douluo?

Truly terrifying!

At the same time.

At the spot where Tang San and Jade Little Sword stood, a puddle of liquid stained the ground, its color a pale yellow.

"Teacher, did you lose control of your bladder?"

Tang San looked at Jade Little Sword, whose crotch was soaked through, a trace of disgust flickering across his face.

The scene of Tang Hao confronting Bibi Dong and the others had naturally been witnessed by Tang San, who was at Notting Academy.

But his position was farther from Tang Hao than Lin Chen's.

Even with the help of the Purple Demon Eye, he could only make out a massive hammer, its specific shape unclear.

As for the terrifying pressure of Soul Power, Tang San and Jade Little Sword had both felt it.

But what Tang San hadn't expected was that under this Soul Power pressure, his teacher, Jade Little Sword, had actually lost control of his bladder!

"Could it be that after being castrated a few days ago, he can't control his lower body anymore?"

Tang San muttered inwardly.

Given his own Soul Power Level, he had barely been affected, so why had Jade Little Sword, a twenty-ninth-level Soul Grand Master, lost control?

Tang San didn't understand.

Not only that, but as time passed, Tang San found that the teacher he had taken on was becoming more and more useless—it was downright embarrassing for him, Tang San.

Now, Tang San had already begun to regret his impulsive decision to take Jade Little Sword as his teacher.

"Little Three, I..."

Hearing Tang San's question, Jade Little Sword hesitated, his hand lifting and then slowly lowering, unsure how to explain.

Losing control of his bladder in front of his disciple—for someone like Jade Little Sword, who valued his pride—this was a burning shame.

It was too humiliating.

But Jade Little Sword had no choice. The moment he felt that overwhelming Soul Power pressure, his lower body had suddenly betrayed him, and it had just flowed out.