Tang Hao Arrives

After giving Tang San a vicious lesson, Cao Yan strolled leisurely along the paths of Nuoding Academy, intending to return to the dormitory and sleep while holding Xiao Wu.

But suddenly, a black figure flashed before him. At the same time, an extremely concealed aura instantly surrounded him.

In that instant, Cao Yan felt himself lose all connection with the outside world. Even the circulation of his Soul Power slowed slightly. An icy aura constantly emanated from the newcomer, unfathomable and terrifying!

Aura Barrier!

Such strength was enough to prove that the newcomer's strength had reached the level of a Titled Douluo!

"Hehe, brat, you injured my son. Today, I, the Clear Sky Douluo, will make sure you die here. With death at hand, do you have any last words?" The figure slowly removed the black hood from his head with both hands, revealing an aged face.

He was a burly middle-aged man. His gaze was sharp, as though it could see through everything. Though his eyes were dim, they were as deep as a dark spring. Facing such a gaze, even someone as strong as Cao Yan began to breathe somewhat rapidly.

The middle-aged man wore a black robe, and his face was somewhat stern. He was clearly injured, though his graying hair concealed much of that sharpness.

He stood with his hands behind his back, authority flashing between his brows. It was clear that the man before him had great confidence in his own strength. Behind him, an aura faintly rose, like thunder and flames, producing a low, rumbling sound.

The newcomer was Tang Hao!

Nuoding City was crowded and full of watchful eyes, and with Spirit Hall's influence there, he did not dare act rashly.

Thus, Tang Hao had secretly followed Cao Yan all along before slipping into Nuoding Academy. His purpose was to kill him!

If someone dared bully Tang Hao's son and he simply let it go, that would be far too unreasonable.

There was a hint of coldness in Tang Hao's pitch-black eyes. As a Titled Douluo, he could easily seal off this entire area. That way, no matter what he did here, no one else would know.

Of course, nothing was absolute. Unless a Titled Douluo-level expert happened to be nearby, no one would possibly notice this place.

Unfortunately, there were no Titled Douluo in Nuoding City.

If there was one, it was probably only him.

"Tsk, tsk, Clear Sky Douluo, you want to avenge your son? Then you need to have the strength for it. You're nothing more than a brute. Wanting to kill me is simply laughable," Cao Yan said indifferently. Though Tang Hao before him was powerful, Cao Yan was no pushover either.

"Hehe, what an arrogant brat. Today, this old man will let you witness what the power of a Titled Douluo truly is. Brat, dying by my hand will not be an injustice to you." Tang Hao's voice was somewhat hoarse, yet it carried a weathered quality that was strangely frightening.

With every step Tang Hao took, light continuously flared beneath his feet. One Soul Ring after another emerged in succession, wondrous as magic. If ordinary people witnessed such a sight, their jaws would surely drop.

There was no other reason. This scene was simply too miraculous.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red!

Nine Soul Rings quietly circled beneath Tang Hao's feet. Especially the final red Soul Ring—it seemed to possess the power to destroy heaven and earth. Cao Yan merely glanced at it casually and nearly fainted.

The power of a 100,000-Year Soul Ring was truly terrifying!

"Brat, I, the Clear Sky Douluo, am a renowned figure across this entire continent. If you had not bullied my son earlier, I would not have come looking for trouble with you. Though you are merely a junior, things have come to this, and I cannot stop now. Be a better person in your next life." Tang Hao shook his head helplessly and waved his large hand. A gigantic object suddenly appeared in his hand out of thin air.

It was a hammer, entirely black and gleaming on its surface. Its head was incomparably thick, covered in countless patterns and designs. Tang Hao gripped the massive hammer, and his posture made him seem as though he had become one with it, enough to make anyone tremble in fear!

"Hehe, you aren't qualified to kill me. Don't think I'll fear you just because you're a Titled Douluo. In my eyes, your strength is nothing more than that of an ant. Today, I'm afraid you won't be leaving alive." Cao Yan smiled slightly. Immediately, an immense fluctuation of Soul Power continuously surged from within his body, and that strength was equally formidable.

"This power... how is that possible?!" At that moment, Tang Hao could not help opening his mouth wide. He stared blankly at Cao Yan, as though he had seen something impossible to accept. He kept drawing in sharp breaths, while even his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"So strong, so terrifying. This pressure... this is the power of a Peerless Douluo. How could such power appear on your body?"

Tang Hao had seen much of the world. It had to be said that his eye was truly sharp; with a single glance, he saw the anomaly in Cao Yan. As expected of a Titled Douluo-level expert!

"Hehe, I told you. Your strength may be somewhat impressive, but on the Douluo Continent, there are always greater people beyond people and greater heavens beyond heaven. Today, I will let you see what true strength is."

Cao Yan smiled faintly, his tone icy and his eyes radiating endless coldness. Though he was facing Tang Hao, he showed no fear whatsoever. He truly had the boldness of a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger.

As soon as he spoke, an enormous fluctuation of Soul Power suddenly howled to life behind Cao Yan. Slowly, an illusory figure two or three times larger than Cao Yan abruptly appeared.

That figure was Yu Jin. To a certain extent, a Guardian Spirit could be said to share the host's mind. The moment Cao Yan's thoughts stirred, he appeared behind him. Neither humble nor arrogant, he stood proudly like an unarmored knight, exceptionally extraordinary.

"What kind of Martial Soul is this? How can it be so strange?" Tang Hao's gaze turned fearful. He quietly drew in a breath, and the shock in his eyes deepened. Everything before him had completely exceeded his understanding!

Was this child really only six years old?

He was actually this terrifying!

Even Tang Hao, a Titled Douluo, felt an inexplicable panic. What background did this child have?

But Tang Hao quickly calmed down, because he did not see a single Soul Ring on Cao Yan. He soon let out a sigh of relief and said flatly, "Brat, you don't even have a single Soul Ring. Do you think this old man would fear you? If you know what's good for you, accept your death!"

The next moment, Tang Hao leaped up like a giant ape. He gripped the massive hammer tightly with both hands. One of the Soul Rings on his body suddenly flashed, and the hammer came crashing down, as though even the air had frozen.

"Hehe, arrogant brat, no one can survive my attack. Forcing me to use this move, you have every reason to be proud."

As his attack was unleashed, Tang Hao's voice rang out as well.

Back then, this very hammer had slain the Pope!

Tang Hao was extremely confident. Though the youth before him seemed to possess some skill, he was far too young. Perhaps after several decades, he might have been able to contend with Tang Hao, but unfortunately, this child was simply too ignorant.

"Hehe, brat, remember today's events with your life. Die for this old man!"

As he watched Tang Hao charge at him with his hammer raised, a trace of gravity appeared on Cao Yan's face. A sense of danger rapidly spread through his entire body.

Tang Hao truly deserved to be called a powerhouse of his generation!