San Pao Douluo, Resounding Through the Heavens

Just as Yu Xiaogang intended to make a move, two powerful auras descended from the sky above Star Luo City.

It seemed a fight had broken out...

One of the auras was extremely cold, and its soul power was at level 91, just like his own.

The other one... felt somewhat familiar... but he couldn't recall who it was for the moment.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly had no time to bicker with the middle-aged man before him; he left a Gold Soul Coin on the counter and strode away.

The middle-aged man stared at the gleaming Gold Soul Coin on the counter, rubbing his eyes with both hands.

Had he seen it wrong?

Shouldn't a Gold Soul Card be rectangular?

Why was this one circular?

And what the hell, it was so small!

"Fuck, I've been played!"

The middle-aged man realized it instantly, his five soul rings in the optimal configuration appearing beneath him as he sprinted toward the door with all his might, hoping to catch up to that flat-topped brat.

However, it was all in vain.

Yu Xiaogang had long since initiated Martial Soul Possession, transforming once again into Yu Sanpao, and was galloping toward the site of the conflict on all fours...

How could two legs possibly outrun four?

On the other side...

A spring breeze brushed against Dai Yuhao's face as he walked along the streets of Star Luo City, carrying two large bamboo baskets of fish.

At six years old, he had trudged fifty miles to get here, and his feet were already covered in blisters, yet he had not a single complaint.

Dai Yuhao had chosen to come to Star Luo City to sell some of his fresher fish in exchange for a few soul coins, hoping to buy some thick clothing for himself and his mother.

That way, the coming winter wouldn't be quite so hard to endure.

Of course, he could have chosen to sell them within the White Tiger Duke's estate, but he feared his dear older brother would come to cause trouble...

"The market is just ahead; my fish will surely fetch a good price." With those words, Dai Yuhao carefully set the bamboo baskets on the ground.

He leaned his body against the wall, intending to rest for a moment.

Dai Yuhao was only six years old, after all, and hadn't even undergone his Martial Soul awakening.

His stamina had long since been exhausted; he had only managed to walk into Star Luo City by sheer force of will.

Suddenly...

A "monster" with purple fur all over its body and the face of a human on a pig's body charged out from behind Dai Yuhao...

Seeing a little brat blocking his path, Yu Xiaogang was immediately displeased.

You little shit, daring to block my way! Watch how this Grandmaster sends you flying!!!

Thinking this, not only did he not slow down, but he accelerated even faster.

Dai Yuhao was unaware he had been targeted and stood up on his own, intending to continue forward.

Suddenly, a massive force struck him from behind, and Dai Yuhao was sent flying into the sky instantly...

"Ah~ ah! Ah..."

Dai Yuhao's screams echoed through the clouds; a sharp pain surged through his entire body as he soared a hundred meters into the air...

The screaming continued...

Just as Dai Yuhao was about to fall to his death, a voice rang out:

"You beast, stop hurting people!"

The resonant, powerful voice came from not far away, and a tall man exuding an aura of slaughter quickly caught Dai Yuhao steadily.

Dai Yuhao felt the world spinning, and his body stopped falling.

Only then did he open his eyes to examine the man who had caught him.

It was a middle-aged man who looked to be only in his thirties.

He had a resolute face and well-defined features, and a pair of double pupils were strikingly visible within his blue eyes...

This is...

Father!

It was Father who saved me!

Dai Yuhao recognized the identity of the man before him; this person was none other than Dai Hao, who had just returned from the Mingdou Mountain Range.

Huo Yun'er had once drawn a portrait of Dai Hao for Dai Yuhao.

With just a single glance, he had firmly etched Dai Hao's face into his heart.

It was precisely because of this that Dai Yuhao was able to recognize him instantly.

Just as Dai Yuhao prepared to acknowledge him, a streak of crimson blood uncontrollably coughed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Cough..."

Seeing this, Dai Hao quickly called out behind him, "Durex, bring the military physician here!"

The old man named Durex quickly brought over a woman clad in tight black leather armor.

The woman summoned her Martial Soul—the Healing Scepter. Beneath her, five spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and one black—emitted a brilliant radiance.

This woman was clearly a five-ringed auxiliary-type Spirit King.

Dai Yuhao felt incredibly moved in his heart; only now did he realize that his father was such a good man...

Yu Xiaogang, having been called a "beast," raged, "Who are you calling a beast! I'll show you the true power of this Grandmaster right now!"

With that said.

Beneath Yu Xiaogang's obese frame, nine pure white, flawless spirit rings emerged, and the pressure of his level 91 spirit power poured down upon Dai Hao.

Dai Hao could hardly believe his eyes: "How is this possible? A Titled Douluo with nine white spirit rings!"

The others present were also filled with shock!

In the history of the Douluo Continent, there had never been a Titled Douluo filled entirely with ten-year spirit rings!

Not even one whose first spirit ring was ten years old!

In truth, the moment Dai Hao saw the nine spirit rings, he regretted meddling in this affair.

He had only been trying to boost his reputation, but there was no turning back now.

For the moment, he could only bite the bullet and attempt to negotiate...

If the negotiations failed, it wouldn't be too late to fight.

"Senior, why must you bully this child?"

Yu Xiaogang laughed, "Why should this Grandmaster explain his actions to the likes of you?"

"As for you, a mere eight-ringed cultivator, you want to shake a Titled Douluo?"

"Even that gifted Clear Sky Douluo from ten thousand years ago couldn't do it; do you think you are stronger than the Clear Sky Douluo?"

Hearing this, Dai Hao let out a long sigh of relief.

Since this White-Ring Douluo hadn't attacked immediately, it meant there was still room to talk...

As long as things didn't fall apart, everything was negotiable. Furthermore, public opinion would shift to portray him, Dai Hao, as someone willing to stand against a Titled Douluo to save a commoner.

This would do wonders for his reputation.

Dai Hao spoke with feigned weakness, "This junior naturally wouldn't dare compare himself to that legendary Clear Sky Douluo, but I have a question: may I ask for your title, Excellency?"

Yu Xiaogang lifted his fat, big-eared head and struck what he considered to be a dashing pose.

"This Seat does not change his name, nor does he hide his surname."

"Fart... Sanpao Douluo, Yu Xiaogang! Of course, you may also call me Grandmaster!"

Yu Xiaogang had hesitated for a moment; in the end, he didn't reveal his true title.

The title "Fart God Douluo" had been bestowed upon him by Feng Yan personally.

Because by the time he became a Titled Douluo, his Fart God Nine Trials were already more than halfway complete.

Using a godhood as a title wasn't actually shameful.

At least, that was what Yu Xiaogang had thought at the time.

But now, he had suddenly changed his mind.

It was better to go by Sanpao; it sounded more imposing!

Dai Hao had read countless people, and from the tone of his voice, he could tell that this Sanpao Douluo clearly cared deeply about his face.

The rest would be easy to handle...

As long as he didn't bruise the man's ego, there was a high probability that a fight could be avoided.

Thinking of this, Dai Hao immediately prescribed the right medicine, "So it is Sanpao-mianxia. This humble one is the White Tiger Duke of the Star Luo Empire—Dai Hao."

"I have indeed heard of your great name, Senior. To meet you today is truly a great honor!"

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately deactivated his Martial Soul Possession, no longer in his "Yu Sanpao" form, and feigned modesty:

"The White Tiger Duke need not offer such excessive praise; I do not fall for that."

Dai Hao's eyes never left Yu Xiaogang, and he naturally noticed the subtle change in the latter's expression.

He had already calculated the situation in his mind.

This was clearly a trap.

If he truly took the bait and stepped down, this conversation would likely end right here.

What awaited him next would be a free-for-all brawl...