Tang Hao VS Su Chen!

Even from a distance of over ten meters, Su Chen could smell the pungent stench of cheap ale mixed with the sour odor of sweat.

Yet, this man looked no different from a destitute beggar.

In his right hand, however, he held a massive, pitch-black iron hammer, dangling it downward!

The head of the hammer was covered in ancient and mysterious dark-gold demonic patterns.

Merely by being held in his casual grip, the air around the hammer seemed unable to bear its terrifying weight, emitting a continuous, low hum.

The number one tool spirit under heaven, the Clear Sky Hammer!

The person who had arrived was none other than the once-feared Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!

At this moment, Tang Hao stood with his back to the high-hanging cold moon, looking down at Su Chen on the balcony from his superior vantage point.

"You are that Su Chen who was telling stories on the stage today."

Finally, Tang Hao spoke, his tone dripping with condescension.

"Was it you who threw my son out of this window earlier today?"

Tang Hao slowly raised the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, the tip pointing directly at Su Chen's face as he continued:

"That Zhao Wuji is a piece of trash; he couldn't even protect my son."

"So, I beat him half to death."

Tang Hao's tone was as indifferent as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

"But my son's facial bones were shattered, and he lost over a dozen teeth."

"He suffered such grievous injuries."

"Therefore, you won't need to see tomorrow's sunrise."

As Tang Hao's words fell, the pressure of a Title Douluo swept toward Su Chen like a tidal wave.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

A full nine soul rings, dazzling to the extreme, rose from beneath Tang Hao's feet!

Especially that final hundred-thousand-year red soul ring!

The moment it appeared, it radiated the suffocating pressure of a hundred-thousand-year-old beast, bathing the night sky of the entire backyard in a blood-red hue!

Simultaneously, a murderous aura materialized into a domain, locking onto Su Chen with lethal intent.

Slaughter God's Domain!

In Tang Hao's eyes, this ordinary man before him, who hadn't even awakened a spirit, wasn't worthy of a second strike.

Even if he had used some bizarre trick to repel that poison-wielding trash Dugu Bo earlier today.

Before his Clear Sky Hammer, which represented the pinnacle of power, and under the absolute suppression of a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

All flashy tricks were utterly useless.

Yet, even when facing the formidable Clear Sky Douluo, Su Chen did not so much as furrow his brow.

He didn't even release his protective aura, simply allowing the icy chill of the Slaughter God's Domain to wash over him.

"Tomorrow's sunrise?"

Su Chen looked at the posturing Tang Hao and suddenly laughed.

"Tang Hao, have you been hiding in those dark, sunless sewers for so many years that your brain has rotted away?"

As these words left his lips, Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, followed immediately by a surge of fury.

He never expected that this fellow would dare to speak to him in such a manner, so brazen and arrogant!

Hiding in the sewers?

"You seek death!"

The words barely left his mouth before Tang Hao, wasting no more breath, gripped the hammer handle, ready to strike.

The already massive Clear Sky Hammer, bolstered by the hundred-thousand-year soul ring, swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into the size of a small mountain!

"Die for me!"

In the next second, Tang Hao dove from mid-air, swinging the black giant hammer like a falling mountain, smashing it directly toward Su Chen's head!

For this strike, Tang Hao used no flashy soul skills.

Because he didn't need to!

He intended to use pure, unadulterated force to crush this pathetic storyteller, along with the top floor of the Listening Rain Pavilion, into a pulp of flesh and blood!

Watching the pitch-black hammer grow larger and larger in his pupils, Su Chen remained standing where he was.

He did not dodge, nor did he retreat.

He simply raised his right hand slowly, his five fingers slightly spread.

In the next second, a brilliant golden surge of vitality erupted from Su Chen's palm!

Without a spirit, without a soul ring, he met the strike head-on with nothing but his bare palm.

"You dare to put on a show in front of me with a piece of scrap metal?"

As Su Chen's voice fell, a palm collided with the mountain-like Clear Sky Hammer with a thunderous boom in mid-air!

Meanwhile, in a secluded and quiet inn courtyard elsewhere in the Heavenly Dou Imperial City.

The room was currently permeated with the pungent, stinging scent of potent golden sore medicine.

The dim candlelight flickered, casting long, wretched shadows of the figures inside.

"Ouch, it's killing me..."

A pained groan came from the side of the bed, where the Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji lay sprawled across a rattan chair.

Where was the slightest trace of the overbearing, swaggering demeanor he had displayed at the Listening Rain Pavilion earlier that day?

He was wrapped tightly in white bandages from head to toe, looking exactly like a mummy that had just crawled out of a grave.

His face, in particular, was black and blue with two massive dark circles around his eyes, and blood kept seeping from the corners of his mouth. Every time he moved, his bones creaked and rattled as if they were falling apart.

Beside Zhao Wuji, Flender, the dean of Shrek Academy, was in no better shape.

His signature crystal glasses had long since shattered into dust, and one side of his cheek was swollen high. He was sucking in cold air while cautiously applying ointment to his face.

"That's enough, Wuji, stop your complaining."

Flender winced in pain, casting a disgruntled look at Zhao Wuji.

"The fact that we still have the breath to sit here and gasp for air is already a blessing from our ancestors!"

Hearing this, Zhao Wuji felt utterly aggrieved and slapped his thigh hard.

"I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes today!"

"During the day at the Listening Rain Pavilion, I was scared into kneeling in public by a storyteller kid who didn't even have soul power. I lost all my face!"

"And then, just as I got back tonight and caught my breath, I got beaten to a pulp again!"

At this point, a trace of deep lingering fear and trepidation flashed in the depths of Zhao Wuji's eyes.

It had been less than an hour ago.

A black-robed man reeking of alcohol, looking like a beggar, had suddenly burst into the courtyard.

Without a word, he swung a massive black hammer and subjected him and Flender to a one-sided, crushing beating!

Before they could even release their Martial Soul Avatars, these two dignified seven-ring Soul Saints were tossed around the courtyard like sandbags.

It wasn't until that blinding, hundred-thousand-year red soul ring lit up beneath the man's feet that they realized in terror.

That sloppy drunkard was actually the legendary Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!

And Tang Hao's reason for beating them was simple: as teachers, they had failed to protect his son, allowing him to be severely injured!

"If Little San hadn't begged for mercy with his dying breath just now, that His Excellency's hammer would likely have smashed our heads like watermelons," Flender sighed, still shaken.

At this moment, on the large bed at the far end of the room.

Tang San lay there weakly.

Half of his cheek had completely collapsed, wrapped in thick gauze. A dozen of his teeth had been knocked out by that slap from Su Chen, and even his breathing carried a heavy, bloody stench.

Listening to the conversation between Flender and Zhao Wuji, Tang San kept his eyes closed, but his mind was a churning sea of turbulent thoughts.

His first reaction was wild joy!

It was an unprecedented surge of excitement and pride!

His father hadn't left!

And that father who had only known how to forge iron, drink, and rot away like mud in Holy Soul Village was actually the youngest Title Douluo in the soul master world, the Clear Sky Douluo!

That peerless, ruthless man who dared to hammer the Pope of Martial Soul Hall was his own biological father!

With such an insurmountable mountain backing him, who in this world was there left to fear?!

Thinking of this, Tang San's heart burned with fervor.

However, when he slightly opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the groaning Zhao Wuji and Flender in his peripheral vision.

A look of undisguised contempt flashed quickly through the depths of Tang San's eyes.

So-called Immovable Bright King, so-called Four-Eyed Owl—they were nothing but a group of hopeless trash!

As dignified seven-ring Soul Saints, they had stood by and watched during the day at the Listening Rain Pavilion as he had his teeth slapped out by Su Chen and was thrown from the building like a dead dog.

Not only did they fail to stop it, they didn't even dare to let out a fart!

What use were teachers like them?

His father beating them was giving them face; they deserved it!

Not smashing them to death on the spot was already a supreme act of mercy.

Tang San thought coldly to himself.

If not for the sake of maintaining his image of respecting his teachers and the path, he wouldn't have even bothered to plead for these two when Tang Hao was swinging his hammer.

It wasn't just Zhao Wuji and Flender; Tang San felt a sense of disdain even for Yu Xiaogang and Dugu Bo, who sat in the corner with equally pale faces.

If he hadn't shouted "Teacher, Old Monster" in time just now, Tang Hao's hammer likely would have crushed these two as well.

However, even though he was cursing these people as useless trash in his heart.

On the surface, Tang San let out an extremely weak cough at this moment.

"Cough, cough..."

Hearing the commotion, Yu Xiaogang hurried to the bedside, looking at his only precious disciple with a face full of concern:

"San, you're awake? How do you feel? Does it still hurt?"

Tang San shook his head with great difficulty, his face wrapped in gauze, forcing a look of self-reproach and guilt.

"Teacher... I'm fine."

Then, he turned his gaze toward Flender and Zhao Wuji nearby, his eyes reddening as his voice choked with emotion:

"Dean Flender, Teacher Zhao, it's all my fault..."

"I dragged you into this, causing you to suffer such heavy punishment from my father for no reason."

"When my injuries heal, I will personally kowtow to both teachers to apologize!"

After this tearful and righteous speech was delivered.

The resentment in the hearts of Flender and Zhao Wuji instantly vanished into thin air.

"Oh, San, what are you saying!"

Zhao Wuji struggled to sit up and waved his hands repeatedly: "How can this be your fault! You are our student; we didn't protect you well, so it was only right for Clear Sky Douluo to discipline us."

"That's right, San, just focus on recovering and don't think so much." Flender quickly chimed in.

Seeing that everyone not only didn't blame him but was even more concerned about him, Tang San sneered in his heart.

Then, he changed the subject, saying with a look of resentment:

"But Teacher, if it weren't for that Su Chen relying on some bizarre brute strength during the day, acting arrogant and hurting people without any reason."

"How could things have escalated to this point!"

"Not only did he insult you, Teacher, but he also injured Senior Dugu. He simply has no regard for the rules of our Spirit Master world!"

The moment Su Chen was mentioned, the atmosphere in the room changed instantly.

A look of venomous hatred appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face.

Back at Listening Rain Pavilion during the day, he, the dignified Grandmaster, had his secrets exposed in front of so many people by Su Chen, who called him a plagiarizing hack. He still couldn't swallow that bitter pill!

"San, don't you worry!"

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, lifting his chin slightly, returning to his persona as the world's number one theoretical master.

He then sneered:

"That Su Chen is nothing but a clown who knows a bit of body-refining techniques. Does he really think that just because he pushed back Dugu Bo, he can walk sideways across the Douluo Continent?"

"Your father has already taken his Clear Sky Hammer to Listening Rain Pavilion to settle the score with him."

Speaking of this, Yu Xiaogang said with a confident look:

"The Clear Sky Hammer is the number one tool spirit in the world, the nemesis of all brute force!"

"Coupled with your father's hundred-thousand-year spirit ring and that supreme explosive ring technique."

"In the face of absolute power, whatever Ancient Sacred Body or hundred-thousand-catty strength that Su Chen boasts about is nothing but a paper-thin joke!"

"I'm afraid that by now, that brat has already been smashed into a puddle of mud by your father's hammer!"

In the corner, Dugu Bo, who had been silent, nodded in deep agreement.

He had indeed been shocked by Su Chen's pure physical strength during the day, but after calming down and thinking about it, he realized something.

Without spirit power, one is ultimately without spirit power.

Facing a madman like Tang Hao, who stood at the pinnacle of the continent's combat power, that Su Chen was absolutely doomed!

"Teacher is right."

On the bed, a flash of satisfaction crossed Tang San's eyes.

Su Chen, oh Su Chen, weren't you so high and mighty during the day?

Didn't you say I didn't even have the qualifications to challenge you?

Now that my father has taken action personally, I want to see if that brute strength you're so proud of can withstand the fury of the Clear Sky Douluo!

You dared to shatter my teeth; my father will surely break every bone in your body inch by inch!

"Hmph, it's too easy on him; being smashed to death like that isn't satisfying enough!" On the other side, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and waved his bandaged fist.

"Don't be impatient, everyone."

Flender pushed up the remaining frame of his glasses and grinned:

"Clear Sky Douluo has always been measured in his actions. He certainly won't let him die so quickly. He'll likely cripple his cultivation and leave him with a breath, making him wish he were dead."

"Tomorrow morning!"

"Tomorrow morning, we will all go to that Listening Rain Pavilion together!"

"I want to see with my own eyes how that storyteller, who was so arrogant during the day, will be crawling on the ground like a dead dog tomorrow, kowtowing to us for mercy!"

"Right! Let's go together tomorrow! Let's see if his mouth can still stay so tough!" Zhao Wuji immediately chimed in with excitement.

"Then I shall accompany you all to take a look and see that brat's end!" Dugu Bo hesitated for a moment before agreeing as well.