Inside a side hall of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
Emperor Xue Ye received Tang Hao there.
Looking at the man before him, dressed in a black cloak, with filthy, unkempt hair, a scraggly beard, and a sallow complexion, he looked no different from a vagrant on a street corner. Seated at the head of the hall, Xue Ye furrowed his brow slightly and exchanged a glance with Prince Xue Xing, who stood beside him.
This guy... was he really the Clear Sky Douluo?
Emperor Xue Ye had met Tang Xiao before, but he had never met Tang Hao in person. He had only heard of him.
"Sir, are you truly His Excellency Haotian?" Seeing his elder brother's doubts, Prince Xue Xing asked Tang Hao.
At this, Tang Hao lifted his eyelids. He said nothing and simply activated his Martial Soul.
"Vumm~" As he opened his right hand, a mass of blood-red light burst from his palm and formed an imposing iron hammer. At the same time, nine Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red—appeared beneath his feet.
"Rumble!" The aura of a Titled Douluo at level 95 instantly engulfed the entire hall.
Feeling the terrifying aura rushing toward them, Emperor Xue Ye and Prince Xue Xing both widened their eyes. The force sent their hair and the hems of their robes whipping backward.
"Do you believe me now?" Tang Hao asked hoarsely.
"I do. Please, His Excellency Haotian, have a seat." Emperor Xue Ye drew a deep breath, raised his arm, and gestured for Tang Hao to sit.
At this, Tang Hao dismissed his Martial Soul and reined in his aura. After thanking the emperor, he strode over to a chair and sat down.
Xue Ye and Xue Xing felt the pressure vanish, and their