The Heartbreak of Tang Hao

Oscar looked at Ning Rongrong's pleading gaze, then at the desperate expressions of Ning Fengzhi and the other two.

It seemed... this was the only way.

If he did not agree, Rongrong... and the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be annihilated today.

He looked at Cen Yu and asked, "If I agree to your terms, will you truly keep your promise?"

Hearing this, Cen Yu looked at Oscar with curiosity.

Hmm? Is he planning to compromise because he's afraid his little girlfriend will get hurt?

"Of course~ My promises never go unfulfilled."

"As long as you join Martial Soul Hall, there will be no more casualties here today."

"..."

Oscar remained silent for a long time. Finally, gritting his teeth, he pressed the wisp of energy in his hand into the center of his brow.

Seeing this, Guang Ling chuckled and patted Cen Yu on the shoulder, whispering, "I didn't see that coming. You conquered the second-largest sect in the world so easily."

"Are we heading to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan next?"

Cen Yu shook his head. "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will either provide compensation, or the entire clan can go to their deaths."

"As for the clan that Yu Xiaogang hails from, I'd find it repulsive to bring them into the fold."

In Cen Yu's view, it would be best for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to relocate near Martial Soul City.

He couldn't be bothered with schemes like infiltration or double agents; it was most reassuring to keep people right under his nose.

However, this move would inevitably alert the two great empires, so Cen Yu left Gui Mei and Yue Guan behind to handle the aftermath.

He, meanwhile, took Guang Ling and Azure Luan and set off on the road toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Ning Fengzhi still wanted to struggle a bit, saying to Yue Guan, "Relocating the sect is a matter of great importance. Could we perhaps..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Yue Guan said helplessly, "Sect Master Ning, I cannot make decisions for that child. It is useless to tell me this."

"Besides, why didn't you suggest this when Cen Yu was still here? Why bring it up now?"

Hearing this, Sword Douluo immediately stepped up to defend Ning Fengzhi. "What kind of talk is that? You-- Ah!!!"

Suddenly, he let out a miserable shriek, clutching his head tightly with both hands.

"This! This! What is this?!"

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly summoned his Martial Soul.

"Uncle Sword!"

"Seven Treasures turn out, glazed light!"

In an instant, seven-colored light fell upon Sword Douluo.

Just as Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief, the man before him seemed to be in even greater agony.

"What?!" Ning Fengzhi hurriedly looked at Bone Douluo. "Uncle Bone, what is going on?"

Why would Uncle Sword suddenly be in such pain? Could it be Cen Yu?!

Bone Douluo watched for a long while, then shook his head with a grave expression. "I cannot tell..."

At this moment, the three of them, including Sword Douluo, did not notice—and could not have noticed.

Within the sea of consciousness of Sword Douluo, a chibi-version of Cen Yu was fiercely stabbing his soul with a long spear.

After a long while, sensing that Sword Douluo had lost the will to resist, he stopped his hand.

At the same time, the splitting headache in Sword Douluo's head ceased.

Gui Mei sneered. "You wouldn't happen to have treated Cen Yu's words as wind in your ears, would you? We already said that as long as you don't think about resisting, nothing will happen."

A level 96 Super Douluo suddenly suffering from a splitting headache—what else could it be but the result of him harboring thoughts of resistance?

Could it be that he suddenly developed a migraine? What a joke.

On the other side of the world.

Seeing his father return, the stubble-faced Tang San hurriedly asked, "Father! How is Xiao Wu?!"

"Did Martial Soul Hall lock her up? Damn Martial Soul Hall! Sooner or later, I will rescue Xiao Wu!"

Xiao Wu...

Hearing this, Tang Hao, who had just returned, stiffened, not knowing how to speak.

The day Tang Hao had his arm severed at the Pope Palace and lost a spirit bone, his Soul Power Level had dropped to the Soul Douluo rank.

It was only by risking everything to detonate his spirit rings that he managed to escape with Tang San.

Now, because he had not received timely treatment, his new injuries compounded with his old ones, leaving him at the end of his rope. If he were to make a move again, it would immediately trigger all his hidden injuries.

Yet in this situation, Tang San acted as if he had gone mad; not only did he refuse to cultivate, but he also begged Tang Hao incessantly to investigate the situation regarding Xiao Wu.

In the end, Tang Hao felt such heartache for his son that he had no choice but to drag his broken body out to gather information.

Now that he had returned, seeing his son ignore his injuries to focus solely on a soul beast made his heart feel even more conflicted.

Looking at the silent Tang Hao, Tang San's heart sank as he hurriedly pressed, "Father? Why aren't you saying anything? Did something happen to Xiao Wu?!"

He grabbed Tang Hao's only remaining hand: "Father, speak to me!"

"..."

Tang Hao sighed before slowly relaying the information he had recently gathered to Tang San.

"That Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast has already been killed; the entire Martial Soul City witnessed the light emitted at the moment of that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's death."

"Stop dwelling on her and focus on your cultivation. In the future—"

Before he could finish, Tang San flung Tang Hao's hand away, muttering to himself with a face full of disbelief: "No... no... how could she be dead?!"

"How is it possible?! How could she possibly be dead! Father, are you lying to me?! You didn't go to investigate at all, did you?!"

"So this is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? It looks pretty run-down, doesn't it?"

Cen Yu sat on a small boat, looking at the distant gatehouse with an expression of disdain.

"Can a place like this really have anything worth compensating me with? Maybe I should just wipe them out; it would be perfect for creating another powerful Fierce Ghost."

("Hmm?")

"Cough, cough... I was just joking, Lao Ji, don't be angry~ Love you, love you~"

Azure Luan sighed: "Cen Yu, don't go around talking about wiping this or that out; the situation hasn't reached that point yet."

Sigh... this child is truly terrifying, talking about killing all day long.

Guang Ling nodded in agreement: "Exactly. Once we go to Slaughter City later, there will be plenty of Fallen Ones for you to kill."

"But for now... you should just take a rest."

Hearing this, Cen Yu curled his lips, his gaze flickering as he switched personalities.

"Don't worry, esteemed elders, I have taken over the body now."

Seeing those golden eyes, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

This personality was much better—gentle and soft-spoken.

Just then, a small boat rapidly approached the vessel the three were on.

"Who are you people?! This is the territory of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; leave at once, idlers!"

Hearing this, the three looked toward the source of the voice.

When he saw who it was, Cen Yu was slightly stunned, looking at him in confusion.

? Isn't this Yu Tianheng? Why is he out here guarding the gate?

As they drew closer and realized it was Cen Yu, Yu Tianheng also froze, staring at the youth in front of him in disbelief.

Damn it! Why is this star of misfortune here?! Who invited him?!

Instantly, an inexplicable fear shrouded his heart.

No, to be precise, ever since that tournament, the fear Cen Yu had instilled in him had never dissipated.

After a moment of mental turmoil, Yu Tianheng still asked with a bitter face: "Lord Cen Yu, what brings you to my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"