Tang Hao Chose to Destroy His Own Face

At dusk, the setting sun was red as blood.

The horizon had been dyed a deep crimson, as though the entire world had been soaked in blood.

The dark red afterglow spilled over Sacred Soul Village, shrouding this once peaceful little village in an eerie, oppressive light.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, making even breathing feel heavy.

Qian Cheng, accompanied by Qian Renxue and the master of Nuoding City's Spirit Hall Branch Hall, slowly stepped into this deathly silent place.

"What... happened here?"

Qian Renxue frowned deeply, her eyes full of confusion.

"Driven by certain irresistible forces, that stinking rat Tang Hao finally decided to find himself another rat nest."

Qian Cheng's voice was low and cold, a terrifying chill flashing through his eyes.

Tang Hao choosing to flee had been well within Qian Cheng's expectations.

After all, Tang Yuehua's background had long since ceased to be a secret to Qian Cheng.

Tang Hao would naturally believe that he had been exposed and that his current hiding place was no longer safe.

Finding another place to hide was only reasonable.

But what Qian Cheng had not expected was that Tang Hao would run so quickly!

Tang Hao had hidden in Sacred Soul Village for nearly seven years. He had not even changed his name or disguised his appearance, acting with arrogance bordering on madness.

Only four short days had passed since the Clear Sky Sect had been wiped out!

Just four days, and Tang Hao had already fled?

And Qian Cheng had arrived this afternoon, while Tang Hao had fled that very morning?

Qian Cheng had come here precisely to eliminate both Tang Hao and Tang San!

Tang San could revive?

Once his soul was locked inside the Human Emperor Banner, what the hell was he going to revive into?

"Tang Hao slaughtered the village? Was his identity exposed?"

Qian Renxue's brows remained tightly furrowed, her expression growing increasingly grave. "Not earlier, not later, but precisely now... It's far too strange."

Qian Cheng did not answer immediately. Instead, he slowly swept his gaze across the surroundings.

Sacred Soul Village, once filled with curling cooking smoke and the sounds of chickens and dogs, now resembled an Asura hell.

Corpses lay scattered across the streets, beneath the eaves, and among the fields.

Even more horrifying was that every corpse had its head smashed to pieces, as though some immense force had brutally crushed them. Brains and blood were mixed together in a ghastly sight.

But...

Qian Cheng keenly sensed a cold, eerie aura lingering on those corpses.

This aura was exactly the same as the lingering aura that had once been on Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

In other words, Tang Hao's sudden rampage and slaughter of Sacred Soul Village had not happened by chance.

Someone had deliberately provoked his emotions, creating an inevitable outcome.

"Because someone is targeting us."

Qian Cheng suddenly turned his head and stared directly at Qian Renxue.

"Who is targeting us?"

Qian Renxue was full of doubt, a trace of unease showing in her eyes.

"Some filthy bastards who can't stand seeing us prosper, yet don't dare step in personally!"

"Even so, they were still willing to pay an enormous price to send down two lackeys to stir things up."

Qian Cheng raised his head and looked toward the sky. The cold light in his eyes seemed to pierce through the clouds and reach that indescribable place.

When he had cultivated the Chaos Law to the minor stage, he had sensed the God Realm rejecting him.

The Five God Kings of the God Realm had also noticed Qian Cheng's existence, but the God Realm and the mortal world were ultimately kept in balance by the laws of their planes.

Simply put, the will of the God Realm and the will of Douluo Star restrained one another.

The result of that restraint was—Gods could not personally descend to the lower realm!

The Silver Dragon King had been grievously wounded, yet Asura God could only watch. Why did he not descend directly and finish her off?

When Tang San interfered with the mortal world ten thousand years later, he also pulled his opponent into a subspace rather than descending personally!

Even the Five God Kings, who controlled the God Realm's core, could only slowly wear down Douluo Star's will.

Unable to free their hands, the Five God Kings could only expend vast amounts of divine power to forcibly send down two Rank 1 Gods.

Unfortunately for them, those two Rank 1 Gods had been suppressed and killed by Qian Cheng, becoming the main souls of the Human Emperor Banner!

"Even two Rank 1 Gods couldn't do anything to me, yet a mere Tang San dreams of turning the heavens upside down!"

"You want to use this pawn to test me?"

"Sorry, but I choose to flip the table!"

"I want to see how you'll make Tang San achieve Dual God Integration right under my nose!"

Qian Cheng turned around and expressionlessly said to the master of Nuoding City's Spirit Hall Branch Hall, "Go to Nuoding City at once and issue a wanted notice."

"Make Tang Hao's portrait public. Every commoner must remember what he looks like!"

"Yes, sir!"

The Branch Hall master did not dare delay and immediately sprinted toward Nuoding City.

Two hours later, Nuoding City, central square.

A freshly printed wanted notice was posted in the most conspicuous spot on the bulletin board.

The portrait depicted a middle-aged man with a stern face and sharp eyes.

Several large characters, written in bright red ink, stood beside it—

Extremely dangerous. Report immediately upon sighting.

"Have you heard? This Tang Hao is practically inhuman!"

"Isn't that right? I heard he slept with a soul beast and even tortured and killed ordinary people. He didn't even spare children! A man like that deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces!"

"I heard he used to pretend to be decent. Who knew he was such a pervert deep down?"

The murmurs of the crowd surged like a tide, every word a poisoned blade viciously stabbing into Tang Hao's ears.

Tang Hao stood at the edge of the crowd, holding Tang San in his arms.

A large black cloak concealed most of his face, revealing only a pair of deep, cold eyes.

Upon hearing those words, his fingers trembled slightly, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip.

He slowly raised a hand and pulled his hood lower, completely concealing his face.

Tang Hao turned expressionlessly and passed through several secluded alleys before arriving at a small grove on the outskirts of the city.

The place was silent and deserted, with only the rustling of wind through the leaves.

He walked to a large tree and carefully placed Tang San beneath it.

"Sleeping around... Torture and murder..."

Tang Hao repeated the words in a low voice, his voice hoarse as though it had been scraped by sandpaper, carrying boundless hatred and pain.

The next moment, he suddenly pulled a small dagger from his robes.

The blade glimmered with a cold, sinister light beneath the sun.

"Spirit Hall... You won't catch me."

"I will survive. I'll live well..."

"I'll raise Little San into a true powerhouse and send every last one of you to hell!"

Tang Hao suddenly raised his hand, pressed the blade against his cheek, and slashed downward without hesitation.

Blood immediately gushed out, running down his chin and staining the front of his clothes red.

Yet he seemed unable to feel the pain. He slashed his face several more times, every cut deep enough to expose bone and leave his flesh mangled.

"Ha ha ha..."

Blood blurred his vision, but Tang Hao threw back his head and laughed. His laughter was filled with madness and resentment, and he failed to notice that something had gone wrong with his mental state.