But after knowing him for so many years, seeing him suddenly die right in front of her was such a powerful visual shock that Xiao Wu couldn't stop trembling.
This is not because I'm sad.
Instead, it was a mixture of extreme fear and relief.
She was terrified of Qin Feng's unreasonable and terrifying strength. Even Tang Hao, who was hailed as the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent, couldn't withstand a single move from this man.
She was glad she had read the diary and severed ties with Tang San early on.
Otherwise, what would be lying in that stinking ditch now might be two corpses.
Brother Qin Feng is too terrifying, and too powerful.
If she couldn't hold onto those thick, strong legs tightly, then this 100,000-year-old Rogue Rabbit's fate would definitely be even worse than Tang San's.
[ The Bunny Is Cutest ]: Is Brother Qin Feng alright? That Tang Hao is shameless, a Titled Douluo actually resorted to sneak attacks. Well done, Brother Qin Feng!
[ Your Pope ]: Hahaha! That's great! That's really great!
[ Your Pope ]: Tang Hao, Tang Hao, you've finally met your match!
Spirit City, Pope Palace.
Bibi Dong, seated high on the Pope throne, watched the scene on the screen and burst into laughter.
Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with pleasure.
She still harbored resentment towards Tang Hao for smashing the Spirit Hall's plaque with a single blow years ago. She once thought Tang Hao was a man of principle and courage.
Upon closer inspection today, he turns out to be nothing more than a spineless coward who abandoned his wife and children and didn't even dare to claim his own son's corpse.
[ Your Pope ]: Ah Yin, is it? Look at your good husband. Your son was strangled to death, and he didn't dare utter a sound, just turned around and ran away. He even let your son die and rot in that filthy ditch. Is this the Clear Sky Douluo you're so proud of? He's utterly disgraced the entire Douluo Continent.
[ Your Pope ]: Qin Feng did a great job. These rats hiding in the gutter should have been extinct long ago.
Hu Liena lay on the soft bed, laughing uncontrollably, her alluring fox-like eyes filled with adoration for Qin Feng.
A powerful man will be admired by women wherever he goes. What's more, Qin Feng is not only powerful, but he also completely crushed Tang San and Tang Hao, that annoying father and son duo.
[ My Cat Is White and Big ]: A bunch of ignorant fools who have never seen the world.
[ My Cat Is White and Big ]: The master's power has long surpassed the scope of your understanding. What is the number one weapon Martial Soul in the world? In front of the master's physical body, it is not even a piece of scrap iron.
[ My Cat Is White and Big ]: It's a blessing that Tang San earned in his past lives to die at his master's hands. As for Tang Hao who escaped, his master just felt that killing him would dirty his hands.
Zhu Zhuqing sat on the windowsill of the Rose Hotel, watching the discussion on the light screen, her aloof face full of arrogance.
Having witnessed Qin Feng's demonic demeanor, she now increasingly feels that choosing to submit to Qin Feng was the wisest decision of her life.
In this world, only Qin Feng is worthy of being her master.
Just as the argument was raging on the Message Board...
On the streets of Heaven Dou City.
Qin Feng dusted off his trousers, ignoring the destroyed buildings around him.
He strolled leisurely to an open-air tea stall on the street corner that had survived because it was a bit far away.
The stall owner had long since fled in terror after the commotion that resembled a natural disaster.
Qin Feng casually pulled over a bamboo chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.
With a thought, the golden Diary that only he could see reappeared in mid-air.
Qin Feng picked up his pen and began updating today's diary entries.
I didn't check the almanac before going out today; I just wanted to take a casual stroll, but I ended up running into a big rat hiding in the shadows.
[That brat Tang San, he thinks he can take my life with just a piece of broken iron coated with some deadly poison.]
[It's laughable. This kind of stolen Hidden Weapon technique isn't even enough to tickle me in the face of absolute power. That poisoned needle couldn't even pierce my skin; it was simply vaporized by my vital energy.]
[Since he enjoys killing so much and his mouth is full of ways to get himself killed, then I'll take pity on him and send him on his way according to his own rules.]
[It must be said, even a genius like Tang Sect, who appears only once in a century, has a neck that feels rather ordinary to the touch. It snaps with the slightest pressure; quite brittle.]
[After shattering his internal organs, he was casually thrown into the ditch. That could be considered a fitting end for him; a sewer rat should stay in a stinking ditch.]
Qin Feng grinned as he wrote this, then continued writing.
[I thought that killing a mouse would be the end of it for today. But then, after the mouse died, an old Haozi jumped out.]
[ Tang Hao, a wanted criminal who had been hiding in Holy Spirit Village for over a decade, has actually come out to stand up for his son.]
[This old dog was utterly ruthless. He came up with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, and demanded I kneel and kowtow to admit my mistakes, even saying he'd leave me a whole corpse.]
I was so angry I almost laughed.
I stood still, without taking a single step back, and punched him.
[And guess what happened? This legendary, world-renowned Clear Sky Douluo couldn't even withstand a single punch from my bare hands. Not only were his hands broken, but even his treasured Clear Sky Hammer was cracked by my attack.]
[The funniest thing is, after realizing he couldn't beat me, this old dog didn't even bother to retrieve his own son's corpse. He uttered some meaningless threat, then tucked his tail between his legs and ran away faster than a rabbit.]
[I didn't even use a tenth of my strength, and he collapsed. This is the youngest Titled Douluo in the Douluo Continent? He's definitely not as good as he sounds; there's a lot of hype involved.]
[This father and son, one resorting to underhanded tactics, the other abandoning his wife and children, are truly the epitome of utter trash. Tang San is dead, Tang Hao is crippled. Of the Shrek Seven Devils, Dai Weisi is dead, Tang San is dead, and Oscar is crippled. The rest hold absolutely no interest for me.]
East of the Heaven Dou Empire, mountains stretch endlessly.
The mountain peaks soar into the clouds, surrounded by steep cliffs. Snow accumulates year-round, and the cold wind cuts through the rocks like a knife.
This is the secluded place of the Clear Sky Sect.
Outside the mountain gate is a long iron suspension bridge. Two thick iron chains hang over the abyss.
The two third-generation disciples guarding the bridge, dressed in thick cotton-padded clothes, huddled behind a sheltered rock, warming themselves by the fire.
"This awful weather is getting colder and colder," the tall, thin disciple said, adding a piece of firewood to the fire.
"Just bear with it. Ever since our Clear Sky Sect went into seclusion, things have gotten worse day by day," the short disciple sighed.
As the two were chatting, a dark red streak of light suddenly flashed across the sky.
The streak of light was incredibly fast, hurtling towards the iron chain bridge with a piercing whistling sound.
"What is that?" the tall, thin disciple shouted, pointing into the air.
Before they could see it clearly, the streak of light crashed straight into the snow in front of the suspension bridge.
A loud "boom" resounded.
The snow was smashed into a large crater, and snowflakes flew everywhere.
The two disciples exchanged a glance, pulled out the iron hammers from behind them, and cautiously approached.
A burly man lay at the bottom of the pit.
The man wore a tattered cloak and was covered in blood. The blood stained the surrounding white snow a glaring red.
The man's arms hung limply at an eerie, twisted angle. His chest was deeply sunken, and blood bubbles continued to rise from his mouth.
"Who is this guy? How did he get injured like this?" The shorter disciple poked the man's shoulder with the handle of his hammer.
The man slowly opened his bloodshot eyes, his throat emitting a wheezing sound like a broken bellows.
"Take me... to see my elder brother..."
The tall, thin disciple thought the voice sounded familiar, so he leaned closer and brushed aside the man's blood-stained, disheveled hair.
When he saw the man's face clearly, the tall, thin disciple was so frightened that he fell down on his backside in the snow.
"Tang... Uncle-Master Tang Hao?!"
The scene switches to the main hall of the Clear Sky Sect.
Several large braziers were burning inside the main hall.
Tang Xiao, the current Clear Sky Sect, was sitting on a large stone chair, looking down at the sect's inventory ledger for the month.
He frowned. After the sect closed its gates, it lost the support of outsiders, resources became increasingly scarce, and life became very difficult.
A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the main hall.
The tall, thin disciple who had just arrived rushed into the main hall, stumbling and crawling, and knelt down with a thud.
"Sect Master! Something terrible has happened!"
Tang Xiao put down the ledger, his face darkening.
"What's with all this panicking? Is the sky falling down?"
The disciple pointed outside the main hall and stammered, "It's Uncle-Master Tang Hao! Uncle-Master Tang Hao is back! He's dying!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiao suddenly stood up.
The large stone chair was instantly shattered into pieces by the Soul Power that erupted from his body.
Tang Xiao didn't care about putting on airs as a sect leader at all. With a flash, he turned into a blur and rushed out of the main hall.
On the sect's plaza, several patrolling disciples were carrying a makeshift wooden stretcher toward the clinic.
Tang Xiao charged into the crowd like a whirlwind.
He pushed aside the disciples carrying the stretcher and looked down at the person on the stretcher.
The horrific scene before him made even Tang Xiao, Peak Douluo of level 97, involuntarily gasp.
His once spirited and arrogant younger brother Tang Hao, is now ten times more miserable than a beggar on the street.
Not only were both arms severed, but even his breathing was extremely weak.
"Brother Hao!"
Tang Xiao's eyes reddened, and he roared.
He quickly reached out and placed his hands on Tang Hao's chest, continuously channeling his powerful and pure Soul Power into Tang Hao's body.
With Tang Xiao's Soul Power protecting his heart meridian, Tang Hao finally regained consciousness from his semi-comatose state.
Tang Hao opened his eyes and saw the familiar face before him; tears instantly welled up in his eyes.
"Big brother..." Tang Hao cried like a child who had suffered a great injustice.
"Don't speak yet! Let me stabilize your injuries first!" Tang Xiao gritted his teeth and continued to increase the output of his Soul Power.
As Tang Xiao examined Tang Hao's injuries, his heart sank deeper and deeper.
More than 70% of the meridians in Tang Hao's body were severed.
All the internal organs had shifted, and the heart was covered with tiny cracks.
The most fatal thing was those arms. The arm bones weren't just broken; they were pulverized by a powerful force, leaving no chance of repair.
With a thought, Tang Xiao forcefully activated the Martial Soul Origin within Tang Hao's body.
A miniature version of the Clear Sky Hammer appeared above Tang Hao's chest.
Tang Xiao was stunned.
The Clear Sky Hammer, hailed as the number one Martial Soul in the world, was covered with a dense network of spiderweb-like cracks. It seemed that a mere touch would shatter it into a pile of dust.
"Who did this?"
Tang Xiao's eyes widened, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
"Could it be that old thief Qian Daoliu the Spirit Hall personally took action?"
In Tang Xiao's mind, the only person in the entire Douluo Continent who could injure Tang Hao like this Qian Daoliu, the Great Enshrined the Spirit Hall who had lived for over a hundred years.
Tang Hao shook his head, tears mingling with blood streaming down his face.
"Brother, the mistress is dead... My son was strangled to death..."
Tang Xiao was taken aback.
He never knew Tang Hao had a son.
Back then, Tang Hao fled with Ah Yin, and later caused such a huge mess that the sect closed its gates. For over a decade, Tang Hao has been completely out of contact. When did he suddenly acquire a son?
But now is clearly not the time to dwell on this issue.
"Who beat you up like this? Who killed your son?" Tang Xiao shouted.
Tang Hao gritted his teeth and forced out two words from deep in his throat. " Qin Feng."
" Qin Feng?" Tang Xiao quickly searched his memory.
There are no Titled Douluo or hidden old monsters in the Douluo Continent with names and surnames, and none of them have this name.
"What level is he? Level 98? Or level 99?" Tang Xiao pressed.
Tang Hao gave a bitter laugh, his expression even more unpleasant than if he were crying.
"He didn't even release his Martial Soul."
"He simply stood still and punched my Martial Soul Avatar with his fist."
"Just one punch. My arm is broken, and my Martial Soul is shattered."
As soon as Tang Hao said these words...
The disciples standing around, too afraid to utter a sound, were all dumbfounded.
Tang Xiao even felt that there was something wrong with his ears.
One punch? Without even activating his Martial Soul? He withstood the attack of Clear Sky Douluo, who had activated his Martial Soul Avatar, and even crippled him?
This is simply a fantasy!
Tang Xiao took a deep breath to suppress the shock in his heart.
He straightened up and instructed the tall, thin disciple beside him, "Go and ring the Thunder Bell. Summon the five elders to the Sect Master's Hall immediately for a meeting!"
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The deep, resonant sound of the bell echoed among the mountains.
This is Thunder Bell that is only rung when the Clear Sky Sect faces a life-or-death crisis.
Inside the main hall of the sect.
Tang Xiao sat in the newly moved main seat. Tang Hao lay on a large bed in the center of the hall, his body already covered with the best wound medicine from the Clear Sky Sect.
In less than half an incense stick's time, five figures exuding powerful auras entered the main hall one after another.
These are the only five remaining elders of the Clear Sky Sect. All of them are powerful individuals at the Titled Douluo level or above.
Leading the way was the Seventh Elder, whose temper was the most fiery.
As soon as he entered the room, he didn't even glance at Tang Xiao, and immediately pointed at Tang Hao on the bed and started cursing.
" Tang Hao! You sinner of the sect! How dare you come back?"
"If you hadn't caused trouble outside back then, insisting on fighting the Spirit Hall to the death, how could our Clear Sky Sect have fallen to this state today?"