"Is this kid... talking to me?"
Tang Hao was so enraged that he laughed. An utterly absurd, utterly incredulous expression appeared on his weathered, stubbly face.
He was Tang Hao!
The renowned Clear Sky Douluo!
The youngest Title Douluo on Douluo Continent!
The peerless powerhouse who had once severely wounded Spirit Hall's Pope, Qian Xunji, with a single hammer strike, forcing several of Spirit Hall's experts to retreat in defeat!
Across all of Douluo Continent, wherever Tang Hao went, who would not respectfully bow and tremblingly address him as "Your Excellency Clear Sky" or "my lord"?
Even the sect masters of the Upper Three Sects had to be wary of him, Tang Hao!
But now?
A brat whose hair had barely grown in, a youth who looked no more than a teenager, an ant who was, at best, merely a Soul Emperor, actually dared to speak to him in such a condescending tone, as though an elder were scolding a grandson... asking whether he was ready to be beaten?!
"Hahaha... What an absolute joke! A complete laughingstock!"
Tang Hao laughed madly in his heart, but his gaze instantly turned as cold and piercing as ancient ice. An immensely terrifying, tangible killing intent erupted violently from his body!
"Good! Very good!"
"Kid, I admit that you're a genius, and I admit that you've shown kindness to Little San. Originally, I intended to grant you a tremendous opportunity."
"But since you're so arrogant and ignorant, so unaware of the immensity of heaven and earth, then today, I, Tang Hao, must personally teach you a proper lesson!"
"I'll make you remember with your body and blood what it means to revere a Title Douluo! What it means to face an insurmountable gulf!"
"Boom—!"
As Tang Hao's fury surged, the waterfall curtain outside the