Tang Hao Knelt

"Is it really that strange to know? The infamous Dead Wife Douluo, who killed his wife and angered his dead father to death—with such a big reputation, it's hard not to know!" Lin Ye sneered with a mocking laugh.

Hearing this, Tang Hao's forehead bulged with veins, his fury nearly erupting like a volcano on the verge of explosion.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be so easily provoked.

But Lin Ye calling him "Dead Wife Douluo" was something Tang Hao couldn't accept, and worse, Lin Ye had struck his sore spot.

Yes, my father was angered to death by me. But don't I know that?

Do I need you to say it? Do I need you to point it out?

As the saying goes, hit people don't slap faces, curse people don't expose weaknesses.

"Brat, how dare you insult me!" Tang Hao roared in fury.

"Go to hell," Lin Ye pointed at Tang Hao's nose and cursed loudly. "An old man who won't die is a thief. You old dog, you come to snatch my rabbit, and you expect me to treat you with courtesy?"

Xiao Wu also glared hatefully at Tang Hao. Compared to Lin Ye, this old geezer was even more detestable.

Tang Hao was so angry he laughed. "Fine, a mouth full of filth. Kid, since your family didn't teach you how to speak, let me take their place and educate you properly."

With that, Tang Hao flashed forward, closing in on the two little fellows at an astonishing speed, while extending a palm as large as a winnowing fan to grab Lin Ye.

It seemed the two little ones were about to fall into Tang Hao's grasp.

Just at this critical moment, Bing Di moved. She flashed in front of Lin Ye, striking out a palm that arrived after the fact but before the blow.

Her hand was slender, long, soft as if boneless, like mutton-fat jade, white as snow.

A seemingly ordinary palm strike, yet it held immense power, containing the profound mystery of unity between heaven and man.

Xue Di's Three Ultimates: Emperor Sword, Emperor Palm, Emperor Cold Sky.

This palm was one of them—Emperor Palm, Great Cold Without Snow.

As the ruler of the Extreme North Land, Xue Di also possessed her own domain.

And the essence of Emperor Palm was to channel the domain's power into this single strike. Its might was so formidable that even an Extreme Douluo would have to avoid its edge.

However, while Emperor Palm was immensely powerful, it had a limitation: it could only unleash its full force if the palm itself struck the opponent.

The only thing to worry about with this move was whether it could hit the target.

And what was the situation on the scene? Tang Hao had reached out to grab Lin Ye, but Xue Di intercepted him.

As the two palms collided, Tang Hao's old face instantly changed color.

The woman before him seemed delicate, but to him, she felt like an unshakable mountain.

Tang Hao only felt an extremely terrifying cold instantly invade his body. This power was something he, as a Titled Douluo, could not resist in the slightest.

With just that one contact, Tang Hao was sent flying backward, tracing a graceful parabola through the air, spitting blood profusely as he went.

He flew dozens of meters before landing on the ground like a dead dog.

"Cough... wah..." Tang Hao violently coughed up a mouthful of old blood, staring with ox-like eyes, unable to believe what he saw in Xue Di.

At that moment, Tang Hao felt boundless fear in his heart. This woman was too powerful; he was utterly no match for her.

That casual palm strike just now had made him feel the threat of death.

This kind of life-threatening crisis had only been given to him before by the Martial Soul Hall's Great Offering, Qian Daoliu. And who was Qian Daoliu? A ninety-ninth-level Peerless Douluo.

Could it be that this woman was also a Peerless Douluo?

At this thought, fear spread through Tang Hao's heart. He knew clearly that if she struck another palm, his old life would be finished here.

"Cough... cough... This junior meant no offense. I hope Senior can be magnanimous and spare me... cough cough..."

After recognizing the gap between them, under the threat of death, the arrogant Tang Hao caved, and fast.

"Tch, trash."

Bing Di curled her lips in disdain. Where did all that domineering energy go? Weren't you just telling us not to be ungrateful?

As for Xue Di, she still didn't spare Tang Hao a proper glance. She was calm and composed, her expression as cold as ever, as if nothing could stir her emotions.

In truth, she had already held back. If she had struck with full force, Tang Hao would already be meeting his dead father.

She looked at Lin Ye and asked, "How should we handle this?"

Tang Hao was stunned. What the hell? Handling him depended on this little brat's opinion? But he reacted quickly, immediately speaking before Lin Ye could: "Little friend, it was all this old man's fault. I was arrogant and overbearing. I apologize to you here and now. I hope little friend can forgive me."

To save his old life, Tang Hao chose to discard his dignity and live on in disgrace.

This move was a vivid demonstration of what it meant to be a wise man who knows when to yield.

Lin Ye stared blankly at this sudden reversal. In the original story, Tang Hao was so proud, so arrogant, always exuding domineering energy whenever he appeared, the epitome of a strong man.

But who would have thought that such a proud, arrogant person would also bow his head just to survive?

"Tsk, I thought you'd rather die than submit. Clear Sky Douluo, huh? Turns out you're just a bully who picks on the weak. Pah," Lin Ye taunted.

He paused, then continued, "Bullying kids is very rude behavior. You apologized, but an apology can't just be empty words. Show me some real action, let me see your remorse. How about this: come over and kowtow ten times, and this matter is settled."

Kowtow?

Tang Hao's hands clenched into fists, fury surging in his heart. I, Tang Hao, the esteemed Clear Sky Douluo, kneel only to heaven, earth, and my parents. I kneel to no one else!

Others are not worthy of his kneeling either.

Lin Ye's eyes widened. "What, you're unwilling? It seems you still haven't realized your mistake. Since that's the case, I can only ask you to die. Xue Nu, send him on his way."

Hearing this, Tang Hao's body trembled violently. This brat was so young, yet so brutal—always shouting about killing and fighting.

Under Snow Empress's cold gaze, Tang Hao's burly frame shook again.

No, I can't die. Xiao San still needs me. I'm the sect's sinner; I must atone for the sect. I can't die here...

In just an instant, Tang Hao found an excuse for his cowardice.

Thus, the once-arrogant Dead Wife Douluo knelt—smoothly, seamlessly.

Duang, duang, duang... Tang Hao not only knelt but also kowtowed ten times in a row.

"Can I leave now?" Tang Hao asked, forcing his expression to appear amiable.

In truth, his heart burned with the desire to slice Snow Empress and Lin Ye into a thousand pieces. I, Tang Hao, will remember today's humiliation. Just you wait—I will kill you both in this life, I swear it.

Lin Ye had no intention of letting Tang Hao off so easily. "Why are you kneeling so far away? I told you to come closer and kowtow—can't you understand? That doesn't count. Do it again."

Tang Hao: "..."

Humiliation. This was sheer humiliation.

At that moment, he desperately wanted to throw caution to the wind and kill that hateful brat.

But if he did, he would surely die here today.

Forget it. For Xiao San, for atoning to the sect, I, Tang Hao, will endure.

The first step is always the hardest. I've knelt once already—what's one more time?