Tang San Calls Dad, Auctions Tang Hao!

For a moment, in that room thick with the scent of medicine, several people let out a series of cold laughs.

They looked at one another, as if they could already see the scene of Su Chen being beaten into a pulp by Tang Hao tomorrow morning, writhing on the ground like a maggot and begging for mercy.

Tang San, lying on the bed, was so excited that he temporarily forgot the pain racking his body.

In his mind, he had already begun to fantasize about the ways he would exact revenge, ten or a hundred times over, for the humiliation he suffered today at Su Chen's hands.

Meanwhile, at Listening Rain Pavilion.

High in the air, the massive black hammer, descending with the might of a 100,000-year spirit ring, collided with that fair palm.

Yet, the scene of Su Chen being smashed to death that they had imagined did not occur; instead, Tang Hao's face, hidden beneath his hood, stiffened.

Immediately after, he stared fixedly downward.

Within his line of sight, his Clear Sky True Body—weighing tens of thousands of catties and imbued with the terrifying power of a 100,000-year spirit ring—

Had been caught effortlessly by that flesh-and-blood hand!

Su Chen stood on the balcony, and not even a single crack appeared on the floor tiles beneath his feet.

He had merely extended five fingers, casually hooking them onto the massive, pitch-black hammerhead.

That Clear Sky Hammer, hailed as the number one weapon in the world and capable of breaking anything, felt like a weightless plastic toy in Su Chen's grip, brought to a dead halt in mid-air.

It could not advance even a fraction of an inch!

"This... how is this possible?"

Seeing this, Tang Hao could finally no longer hold back, his voice completely distorted.

He frantically channeled the spirit power within his body, but it was still useless.

The Clear Sky Hammer, held fast by Su Chen, remained motionless no matter how desperately he pulled or pressed down!

"Is this the number one tool spirit you are so proud of?"

At the same time, Su Chen on the other side raised his head, watching Tang Hao quietly in the air.

"Too light."

"It's practically just a piece of unrefined scrap iron."

Hearing such merciless mockery from Su Chen, Tang Hao was instantly consumed by rage.

Scrap iron?!

He, the dignified Clear Sky Douluo, a peerless powerhouse who once smashed the former Pope of Martial Soul Hall with a single hammer, was actually being told his spirit was scrap iron!

"I'll kill you!"

Tang Hao descended into total madness.

He suddenly released one hand from the hammer handle, and immediately, the nine dazzling spirit rings at his feet began to boil violently!

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

Excluding the final 100,000-year red spirit ring, the preceding eight rings erupted with a blinding light all at once!

"Great Sumeru Hammer!"

"Ring Detonation!"

Tang Hao's eyes were blood-red as he unhesitatingly unleashed the most tyrannical secret technique of the Clear Sky Sect.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by a series of explosions, those eight spirit rings shattered right at his feet!

In an instant, a terrifying surge of spirit power, like a breached dam, flooded madly into the massive Clear Sky Hammer.

Hum!

Having absorbed the power of the eight detonated spirit rings, the pitch-black hammer turned blood-red.

The air surrounding the hammerhead was crushed by this power, creating visible black spatial fissures!

"Die!!!"

This time, Tang Hao, having detonated his rings, gripped the handle again and swung it fiercely toward Su Chen!

The power of this strike—let alone a person—

Even if a mountain stood in its path, it would be pulverized into dust in an instant!

Yet, facing this world-destroying blow, Su Chen below yawned with extreme boredom.

Not only did he not dodge, he actually released his hand from the hammerhead.

Then, to Tang Hao's utter disbelief, he clasped his hands behind his back, puffed out his chest, and allowed the Clear Sky Hammer to slam solidly against his chest!

Clang!!!

A deafening sound exploded over the backyard, but the scene that followed plunged Tang Hao into the most desperate moment of his life.

The Clear Sky Hammer, concentrated with the power of the Ring Detonation, rebounded violently the moment it struck Su Chen's chest, recoiling directly into Tang Hao's own arms.

"Pfft!"

Tang Hao's web between his thumb and forefinger burst open instantly, blood spraying everywhere.

As for the Clear Sky Hammer he had gripped for decades, it was knocked clean out of his hand, sent flying far away by the impact.

His two arms emitted a scalp-numbing sound of cracking bones, having been snapped clean through by the sheer force of the recoil!

"Ah!"

Tang Hao let out a miserable shriek, his body plummeting from mid-air like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the balcony floor.

Yet, he couldn't even spare a thought for the excruciating pain in his arms; he stared at Su Chen before him as if looking at a monster.

In his line of sight, the young man in white who had taken his strongest blow was leisurely brushing non-existent dust off his chest.

On that skin, fair as jade, there wasn't even the slightest white mark left behind.

"This, how is this possible..."

To withstand the Ring Detonation of the Great Sumeru Hammer head-on and remain completely unscathed?

He hadn't even utilized his Martial Soul or soul power???

What kind of monster was this? This was simply not a physique that a human could possess!

"Is that it?"

Su Chen looked down from above at the collapsed Tang Hao, shaking his head in disappointment.

"I thought the world's number one tool Martial Soul might at least be able to scratch an itch for me. It seems I held too many unwarranted expectations for the strength of you frogs at the bottom of the well."

Hearing these words, Tang Hao's heart turned ice-cold.

He finally understood what kind of terrifying existence his pride-and-joy son had provoked.

And what he had said on the stage during the day might not have been a story at all!

It was all real.

"Who, who exactly are you..."

Tang Hao swallowed hard, but in the end, he couldn't help but tremble as he asked.

Su Chen did not answer him; he slowly raised his foot and stepped directly onto Tang Hao's chest.

"I said during the day, let alone you, even if the gods from the heavens came down, they would have to coil up for me."

As Su Chen spoke, he applied a slight pressure with his foot, causing Tang Hao to vomit large mouthfuls of blood.

"Your son likes to bully others with his status, and you like to come and smash up people's venues in the middle of the night."

"Very well."

"I happen to be missing a prop to warm up the crowd for tomorrow's storytelling. I think your skeleton would be quite suitable."

With that, Su Chen couldn't be bothered to look at Tang Hao, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, any longer.

With a casual wave, he kicked Tang Hao into the corner of the room like trash, then turned and walked back into his quarters.

The night passed without incident.

Early the next morning.

When the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds and spilled onto the streets of the Heavenly Dou Imperial City.

The entire imperial city had already fallen into a state of unprecedented madness!

The main street where the Listening Rain Pavilion was located was packed solid early in the morning.

Countless commoners, soul masters, and even the high-and-mighty nobles were surging toward the gates of the Listening Rain Pavilion like a tidal wave.

What happened here yesterday had already grown wings and spread across the entire continent.

Suppressing the Poison Douluo with one hand, the mysterious body-refining technique that required no soul power, and the grand, extreme worlds of Perfect World and the Shrouding the Heavens Universe.

All of this had thoroughly ignited the curiosity in everyone's hearts.

At this moment, the main hall on the first floor of the Listening Rain Pavilion was already packed to capacity.

Even the aisles and the stairs were crowded with listeners who had paid a high price for standing-room tickets.

And hidden within this seemingly noisy crowd were strands of extremely obscure yet unfathomably terrifying auras.

In a secluded corner on the left side of the hall.

Two figures shrouded in wide black robes sat quietly.

One of them faintly exuded an extremely chilling ghostly aura, while the other carried a faint scent of chrysanthemums.

They were none other than the Martial Soul Hall elders who had rushed over from Martial Soul City overnight: Gui Mei and Yue Guan!

The two observed their surroundings calmly, their gazes locked firmly onto the high platform at the front.

And at a mahogany table on the right side of the hall.

An old man with a physique as sturdy as an iron tower sat alone, sipping tea.

Although he wore no clothing to signify his status, the opening and closing of his eyes revealed a faint, domineering flicker of blue lightning.

This man was none other than the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen!

They were not the only ones.

In the most luxurious private room on the second floor, the Heavenly Dou Crown Prince Xue Qinghe had been sitting for some time, fingers tapping lightly against the table with a calm expression.

Deep within the crowd, a woman wearing a bamboo hat and draped in sea-blue robes leaned quietly against a pillar.

Her presence was so faint that the surrounding throng of people would instinctively slide away from her, as if she had completely merged into the world around her.

Great powers from every corner, top-tier experts rarely seen in daily life.

At this moment, they had all gathered in this small teahouse, drawn by a single storyteller!

"Move! Get out of my way!"

Just then, an incredibly arrogant shout erupted from outside the main entrance.

The crowd was shoved aside roughly, and shortly after, several disheveled yet haughty figures strode into the Listening Rain Pavilion.

It was Yu Xiaogang, Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Tang San, who was wrapped in bandages and carried on Zhao Wuji's back!

Following beside them was the grim-faced Dugu Bo.

Although the group walked with a limp and Tang San looked like a mummy wrapped in gauze, the arrogance on their faces could not be concealed.

"Hmph, where is that storyteller? Why hasn't he crawled out yet!"

After entering, Zhao Wuji set Tang San down on a chair, scanned the hall, and bellowed at the top of his lungs.

"Weren't you so wild yesterday? Didn't you say you didn't even care about Title Douluo?"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, casting a cold glance toward the high platform.

He was certain that since Tang Hao had taken action personally last night, Su Chen must have had his cultivation crippled by now; perhaps he was even kneeling in the back, trembling and too terrified to show his face.

"Teacher, is he afraid? Is he hiding because he doesn't dare to see us?"

Tang San, leaning against the chair, couldn't help but ask.

He had come today to watch with his own eyes as that high-and-mighty storyteller crawled on the ground like a dog, kowtowing to beg for forgiveness!

"Rest assured, Little San, he won't be able to run."

Flender adjusted his glasses and sneered, "With so many people present today, if he acts like a coward now, there will be no place left for him in the Heavenly Dou Imperial City."

Just as the Shrek group was mocking him without restraint, fantasizing about the miserable end awaiting Su Chen.

"Clack!"

A crisp, sharp sound of a gavel striking the table suddenly echoed from the front of the hall.

The sound was not loud, yet it possessed a magical quality that instantly suppressed all the noise and discussion in the hall.

In an instant, the entire Listening Rain Pavilion fell into a silence so profound one could hear a pin drop.

The sneers on the faces of Yu Xiaogang and the others froze, and they turned their heads instinctively.

A fair, slender hand slowly drew back the curtain of the high platform.

Following that, a young man dressed in snow-white robes with a folding fan tucked into his waist walked toward the storyteller's desk with a calm expression, as if he were merely taking a leisurely stroll.

It was Su Chen!

There were no missing limbs, no bruised face, and certainly none of the trembling fear they had imagined.

He stood there perfectly fine, not even a corner of his clothes torn!

"This... how is this possible?!"

The moment they saw Su Chen walk out unscathed, Tang San's pupils constricted violently. He nearly jumped from his chair, but the movement tugged at his wounds, causing him to gasp in pain.

Yu Xiaogang and Zhao Wuji looked as if they had seen a ghost, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

What was going on?

Did His Excellency Clear Sky not come last night?

Or had this brat received word in advance and escaped the disaster?

This was absolutely impossible! How could someone targeted by a peak Title Douluo stand here without a single scratch!

Ignoring the horrified expressions of the Shrek group, who looked as if they had swallowed a dead fly, Su Chen slowly unfolded his fan on the platform. His gaze swept calmly over the hidden experts in the hall before finally landing on Tang San and the others below.

He smiled faintly.

"Before we continue the legend of the Perfect World and the Little One, Shi Hao."

Su Chen's voice echoed through the Listening Rain Pavilion, unhurried and steady.

"Su would like to show everyone an interesting little trinket today."

Having said that, Su Chen gently snapped his folding fan shut and spoke indifferently toward the direction of the backstage:

"Bring him out."

As his voice fell, the gazes of everyone in the main hall turned in unison toward the passageway at the side of the high platform.

Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, and the others sitting in their chairs sneered repeatedly.

In their view, this storyteller was most likely playing a game of smoke and mirrors, preparing to present some heaven-sent treasure he had swindled from somewhere yesterday as a bargaining chip for his apology.

After all, since His Excellency Clear Sky had personally taken action last night, even if this kid had heaven-defying abilities, he was only fit to beg for mercy now.

But soon, two servants from the Listening Rain Pavilion walked out from the backstage, each carrying a tattered sack stained with dark red blood.

Then, the two men flicked their hands and tossed the heavy sacks onto the open space in front of the high platform as if they were throwing out trash.

Thud!

The sack hit the ground with a teeth-grinding thud, and immediately burst open.

A burly man with disheveled hair, covered in blood, filth, and dust, rolled out from within like a pile of mud.

His arms were broken at an extremely twisted angle, with white, jagged bone fragments even piercing through his skin and exposed to the air; the man lay limply on the ground, his breathing shallow and labored.

Beside him, a pitch-black iron hammer also rolled out.

However, that hammer was covered in fine, spiderweb-like cracks and had lost all its luster, looking just like a piece of scrap iron found anywhere.

The main hall fell silent.

Everyone was sizing up this half-dead beggar, completely failing to understand what Su Chen meant by throwing out such a cripple.

Tang San, who was sitting in his chair, had been puzzled at first.

But when his gaze followed the cracked, pitch-black iron hammer upward and finally locked onto the face beneath the man's messy hair, the sneer on Tang San's face instantly froze!

"Dad... Daddy?!"