The Entire Shrek Academy Was Dumbfounded: Tang San, Is Clear Sky Douluo Your Dad?

At that moment, the heavens and earth lost their color!

"No!!!"

Qian Xunji let out a scream of terror, pushing his Angel Martial Soul to its absolute limit to defend himself.

However, this hammer strike was Tang Hao's revenge, fueled by the power of his wife's sacrifice, the burning of all his spirit rings, and everything he had to gamble!

The hammer fell!

A black beam of light, impossible to describe in words, swept across the land.

The two Title Douluo of Martial Soul Hall who bore the brunt of the blow didn't even have time to scream before they were hammered to death.

The Angel Holy Armor on Qian Xunji's body shattered inch by inch. He felt as if he had been struck by ten thousand bolts of lightning, spraying a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying, his aura instantly wilting to the point of extinction.

He glanced at Tang Hao, who looked like a demon god descended to earth, his eyes filled with unprecedented fear.

No longer caring about the dignity of a Pope, he burned his spirit power and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing into the distance in a pathetic state.

The power of a single hammer: killing two Title Douluo instantly and severely wounding the Pope of Martial Soul Hall!

The entire Douluo Continent fell into a deathly silence at this moment.

On the Sky Screen, the world-destroying black beam of light slowly dissipated, revealing a scarred and devastated earth.

Tang Hao knelt on one knee, his body swaying, as mouthfuls of blood surged from his mouth, staining the front of his robes crimson.

The backlash from detonating his spirit rings had nearly destroyed every meridian in his body.

He didn't even have the strength left to pursue the fleeing Qian Xunji.

Tang Hao lowered his head to look at the infant sleeping peacefully in his arms. That delicate face, so strikingly similar to Ah Yin, allowed his heart—filled with rage and hatred—to find a sliver of softness once more.

With trembling hands, Tang Hao tucked the warm Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone and the seed that represented hope into his robes, then used his last ounce of strength to stand up. Carrying the child, he stumbled step by step into the depths of the dense forest, disappearing from sight.

His retreating figure was no longer that of the high-spirited Clear Sky Douluo, but that of a father who had lost his beloved and carried a blood feud.

When Tang Hao's figure vanished completely, the image on the Sky Screen slowly faded into darkness.

The deathly silence across the continent was completely shattered at this moment! A roar of discussion, like a mountain collapse or a tidal wave, erupted in every corner!

"My god... this is the Clear Sky Douluo!

Is this the power of the number one tool martial soul in the world?

Taking on three alone, killing two Title Douluo instantly, and severely wounding the Pope!"

"It was too tragic... to protect his wife and child, he didn't hesitate to detonate his rings and fight to the death!

Tang Hao is a real man!"

"Wait, I have a question!

Hasn't Martial Soul Hall always claimed that the former Pope Qian Xunji died at the hands of Tang Hao?

But in the Sky Screen, Qian Xunji clearly escaped with heavy injuries!"

As soon as this question was raised, it immediately caused a massive uproar.

"That's right! He escaped! Could it be that Martial Soul Hall told a monstrous lie just to pin the crime of 'killing the Pope' on Tang Hao?"

However, more knowledgeable spirit masters soon stepped forward to refute this:

"Are you stupid?

Didn't you see the state Qian Xunji was in at the end?

His Angel Holy Armor was shattered, his martial soul was nearly cracked, and he was covered in blood. With those injuries, even a god couldn't have saved him!

Even if he escaped back to Martial Soul Hall, he would have undoubtedly died from the severity of his wounds!

In the end, the one who killed him was still that hammer strike from Tang Hao!"

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized the truth, and their awe of Tang Hao deepened.

Inside the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong watched the Sky Screen, a cold, imperceptible smile curling the corners of her lips.

"Died of his wounds? Heh..."

Bibi Dong sneered in her heart.

"Qian Xunji, you escaped Tang Hao's lethal blow, but you couldn't escape my grasp.

If you hadn't been beaten to the brink of death by Tang Hao, how could I have so easily... devoured you?"

The Sky Screen's review did not stop because of the clamor outside.

The image lit up once more, and the narrator's voice became low and sorrowful.

[After this battle, the name of the Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao shook the continent, causing Martial Soul Hall to pale at the mere mention of him.

But from that moment on, he seemed to evaporate from the world, disappearing without a trace.]

[In order to evade the endless pursuit of Martial Soul Hall, and to protect the bloodline his wife had traded her life for, the genius who had once stunned the world laid down all his glory and sharpness.]

The scene shifted; the towering peaks and the battlefield of the past were gone.

In their place was a remote, quiet, and even somewhat dilapidated small village.

He carried the infant in swaddling clothes to Nuoding City in the south of the Heaven Dou Empire, concealing his identity in a place outside the city called Holy Soul Village.

The camera zoomed in, revealing a dilapidated blacksmith shop to everyone.

In the frame, a tall man with a face full of stubble and tattered clothes swung a hammer with dull eyes, clanging away at a piece of red-hot pig iron.

Beside him sat a low-quality wine flask.

That decadent, down-and-out appearance was a far cry from the world-dominating Clear Sky Douluo from before!

Across the entire continent, countless soul masters who once worshipped Tang Hao felt their hearts break at this sight.

"No... how is this possible?

Is... is this really Tang Hao?"

"A hero at the end of his road... for the sake of his child, he actually... actually chose to fall to this state!"

The Sky Screen image finally settled on the doorway of the blacksmith shop.

A boy of about five or six years old, dressed in simple clothes but with clear eyes, was standing on tiptoe, struggling to cook a meal.

The narrator's voice rose slowly, drawing a temporary period to the opening of this legend.

[The Clear Sky Douluo of the past is dead; what remains is merely a blacksmith named Tang Hao and a child called Tang San.]

As the Sky Screen image froze on the worn-out blacksmith shop in Holy Soul Village, the assessment grounds of Shrek Academy fell into an eerie silence.

The assessment, which had been paused due to the Sky Screen's ranking, was now of no concern to anyone.

Everyone's gaze—whether it was Dai Mubai, Oscar, or Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu.

Or teachers like Flender and Zhao Wuji—all focused on Tang San like searchlights.

Those gazes were filled with shock, horror, disbelief, and a hint of inquiry.

Dai Mubai took a deep breath, his evil eyes filled with an unprecedented complexity. He was the first to break the silence, his voice sounding somewhat dry as he asked:

"San... no, Tang San, you... you wouldn't happen to be that... that child in the Sky Screen, would you?

Is Clear Sky Douluo... your father?"

His voice was not loud, but in the pin-drop silence, it rang out as clearly as a thunderclap.

Xiao Wu also gripped Tang San's arm tightly, her small face pale, her voice carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling:

"Brother San, is what he said... true?"

Her heart was beating rapidly, but not entirely out of shock.

A fear born of instinct had seized her.

A Title Douluo!

Brother San's father was actually a Title Douluo, a legendary figure standing at the pinnacle of all soul masters!