Tang Hao, You're Still This Weak and Pathetic!

"Third Soul Skill, Thunder Fury!"

With Yu Xiaokong's furious shout, the lightning attribute of his dragon arm instantly doubled, and arcs of blue lightning flickered around his arm.

After using this soul skill, Yu Xiaokong's aura grew even sharper, and his attack power increased greatly.

Immediately after, their attacks began to collide. In the end, the Clear Sky Hammer still proved superior, and without using his Third Soul Skill, Tang Hao directly defeated the genius youngster of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Seeing Tang Hao win, on the Clear Sky Sect's viewing stand, the Clear Sky Sect's Great Elder revealed a proud expression.

"Sect Master Yu, thank you for going easy on us."

On the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's viewing stand, the one leading the sect disciples here was none other than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Sect Master, Yu Yuanzhen, who was also Yu Xiaogang's father.

"Your Clear Sky Sect truly has no shortage of talent. At the last gathering, your sect's Tang Xiao took first place. I never expected that at this gathering, your sect's Tang Hao would take first place again. It truly makes others envious."

Watching Tang Hao win with ease, Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were filled with envy. Their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan truly had no worthy successors.

If no true genius descended upon them, then a hundred years later, after he passed away, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan might fall from its position among the Upper Three Sects.

At that thought, Yu Yuanzhen glanced behind him at that useless son of his and sighed.

He truly could not make sense of Yu Xiaogang's talent. Clearly, he, Yu Yuanzhen, was exceptionally gifted, and his wife was also a powerful soul master, so why had they given birth to a piece of trash with half a level of Innate Soul Power and a maliciously mutated martial soul?

After Tang Hao defeated Yu Xiaokong, just as the soul battle was about to continue, a group of soul masters suddenly barged into the Soul Battle Arena.

After seeing who had arrived, the Team Leaders of the Upper Three Sects all frowned one after another. Clearly, their moods had turned heavy.

The newcomers were none other than the leader of Douluo Continent's overlord-level force, Spirit Hall's Pope, Qian Xunji.

"I have heard that the Upper Three Sects have countless geniuses. This time, my Spirit Hall has come uninvited, also wishing to let Spirit Hall's geniuses temper themselves by facing your Upper Three Sects' geniuses."

"I wonder if that is acceptable."

After saying this, Qian Xunji revealed a smiling expression, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the viewing stands of the Upper Three Sects.

As for Yun Yuan, he stood behind Qian Xunji, silently waiting. As long as the Upper Three Sects agreed, then next, he, Yun Yuan, would beat all the Upper Three Sects' geniuses until their Dao Hearts shattered.

Thinking this, his eyes turned toward Tang Hao, who had yet to come down from the Soul Battle Arena. His gaze was filled with Battle Intent, along with a trace of appraisal.

He wanted to know just how much Tang Hao had grown in this year and a half, and whether he could give him a little more enjoyment.

As for Tang Hao defeating him, Yun Yuan felt there was not the slightest possibility, unless Tang Hao had also cheated.

In the Soul Battle Arena.

Seeing an outside force barge in, Tang Hao looked in Qian Xunji's direction, and there he abruptly saw the person he wanted most to defeat in this life—Yun Yuan!

A year and a half ago, with his Soul Power Level of a twenty-ninth-rank Soul Grandmaster, he had been defeated across the ranks by Yun Yuan, a mere soul master. That was the humiliation of his life.

Since then, he had sworn that he would wash away this humiliation.

The instant Qian Xunji finished issuing his challenge to the Upper Three Sects, Tang Hao's domineering and rough voice rang through the entire Soul Battle Arena.

"I agree to this challenge on behalf of the Clear Sky Sect!"

Seeing Tang Hao speak up, on the Clear Sky Sect's viewing stand, the Great Elder laughed heartily and stroked his beard.

"Good. As expected of a man of my Clear Sky Sect, unafraid of challenges."

Then, he turned his gaze toward Qian Xunji.

"Qian Pope, as for Spirit Hall's challenge, Hao'er's meaning is the meaning of my Clear Sky Sect."

Seeing this old thing from the Clear Sky Sect so confident, the corners of Qian Xunji's mouth rose wildly.

He had still been worrying that he would have no chance to let his disciple shatter the Dao Hearts of young geniuses. And now, wasn't the Clear Sky Sect serving itself up directly? Then they would fight.

Thinking this, Qian Xunji glanced at Tang Hao in the Soul Battle Arena, and the ruthlessness in his heart gradually rose.

For some reason, the more he looked at that Tang Hao, the more displeasing he found him, as if they had some deep-seated hatred between them.

Even toward the Clear Sky Sect's Sect Master, Tang Chen, Qian Xunji did not have this kind of feeling in his heart, yet he felt it from a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old child. This truly made him feel strange.

However, he did not think too much about it. After the Clear Sky Sect agreed, he then looked toward the viewing stands of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"The Clear Sky Sect has already agreed. Then the remaining two sects probably won't be afraid of my Spirit Hall's geniuses either, right?"

Hearing this, Yu Yuanzhen and Ning Qingzhou only pondered briefly before agreeing to Qian Xunji's challenge.

The one leading the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect this time was also the Sect Master, Ning Qingzhou, the same as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

As for why the Clear Sky Sect's Sect Master had not come in person, it was naturally a matter of the difference in strength. The Clear Sky Sect's Tang Chen was one of the two current Peerless Douluo on the continent.

An existence of that level had already transcended the restraints of the sect in how he acted, doing as he pleased and following his own will.

However, the Clear Sky Sect had also attached great importance to this gathering, sending the sect's Great Elder, a Title Douluo-level powerhouse.

Seeing that all of the Upper Three Sects had agreed, Qian Xunji also laughed heartily, excitement that could not be hidden in his eyes.

Immediately after, he looked at Yun Yuan behind him.

"Xiao Yuan, go up and let them see what a true prodigy is."

As if remembering something, he glanced twice at Tang Hao in the Soul Battle Arena, then deliberately continued reminding Yun Yuan:

"Xiao Yuan, that Tang Hao—be a little heavy-handed with him. It would be best if you mocked him viciously too and directly shattered his Dao Heart. I don't know why, but Teacher looks at that Tang Hao, and no matter where I look, he just annoys me."

Hearing this, Yun Yuan was slightly surprised.

Qian Xunji found Tang Hao displeasing? That made perfect sense. In the original storyline, decades later, if not for Tang Hao, Qian Xunji would not have been gravely injured, much less devoured by Bibi Dong.

Thinking this, Yun Yuan gave a heavy nod and accepted his teacher Qian Xunji's request.

He looked toward Tang Hao in the Soul Battle Arena, and with a flash, his figure abruptly appeared right in front of Tang Hao.

Tang Hao stared at the young man before him, the one who had brought him humiliation, and his eyes gradually turned bloodred, his gaze icy to the extreme.

The two stared at each other for a while before Yun Yuan spoke first.

"Then let the first match begin with the two of us. Perfect. I also want to see how much you've improved over the past year and a half."

"Just what I wanted. However, my progress won't disappoint you. You'd better worry about whether you'll be defeated by my Clear Sky Hammer."

The two could be considered Old Rivals. After exchanging a couple of words before the battle, they entered combat state.

The next instant.

Tang Hao's right arm suddenly exerted force, and he swung the huge, pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer with one hand, attacking Yun Yuan at extreme speed.

The Clear Sky Hammer's fighting style embodied three words: fast, ruthless, precise. It pursued the ultimate in attack power and destructive force.

Facing Tang Hao's fierce and forceful assault, Yun Yuan smiled faintly and did not seem to care much. An Incandescent Spear appeared in his hand—it was his Martial Soul, the Atlas Spear.

He stood where he was and raised the Atlas Spear. The spear tip directly braced against the head of the Clear Sky Hammer, and his feet did not move in the slightest.

"Tang Hao, after a year and a half, you're still so weak and pitiful. Now, you can't even force my body back by half a step."