Tang Hao's Massacre in Holy Soul Village
"..."
Tang Hao stood in the rain, looking at the ruins he had hidden for more than ten years.
He fled here after his defeat in battle, where he survived by drinking and blacksmithing.
This place bears the marks of Tang San's growth, but also hides his most untouchable pain.
Now, this last vestige of peace has been utterly trampled by the Spirit Hall.
Tang Hao's breathing became heavier.
His chest heaved violently, as if a slumbering ancient Ferocious Beast was awakening within him.
He slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles making a crisp cracking sound.
A chilling killing intent emanated from him, instantly evaporating the rain within half a meter of him into white vapor.
The Spirit Hall not only searched the blacksmith shop, but also set up surveillance in Holy Soul Village.
Since the blacksmith shop is destroyed like this, what about Ah Yin behind the waterfall on the back mountain?
Where is that Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone?
What if something happens to Ah Yin too...?
Tang Hao dared not think any further.
Extreme rage and panic intertwined, causing his Soul Power to completely spiral out of control.
Tang Hao's breathing became heavier.
The blood vessels deep in his pupils bulged out one by one.
"Spirit Hall, you deserve to die!!!"
The village was teeming with patrols from the Spirit Hall.
More than twenty elite Soul Master, wearing black raincoats, trudged through the mud and water in the alley.
The leader, Seven-Ring Soul Sage, stood in front of the blacksmith's shop, his face grim and shouting insults.
"Smash this lousy place clean!"
"Turn the bed over, and pry open the grout lines in the floor tiles too!"
"Even a rusty nail must be brought back to Spirit City for investigation!"
The Soul Master, wielding sharp blades, wantonly destroyed the last remaining traces in the blacksmith's shop.
The wooden bed that Tang San slept on as a child was chopped in two with a single stroke.
Tang Hao kicked over the anvil he had used for blacksmithing for more than ten years, sending it crashing into the mud.
Just then, faint footsteps came from the direction of the village entrance.
The footsteps were slow, yet extremely heavy.
With each step, the puddle beneath my feet trembled slightly.
Before the rain could even reach the black-robed man's body, it was blocked by an invisible, domineering aura.
The Spirit Hall Soul Master on guard at the village entrance shouted, "Who goes there! Halt!"
"The Spirit Hall is handling a case; all bystanders, get out of the way!"
The man in black robes did not stop; he continued walking forward step by step.
His gaze rose, revealing a weathered face with a stubble beard beneath his black robe.
Those once cloudy eyes now gleamed with a chilling crimson killing intent.
Tang Hao's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of scrap iron rubbing against each other.
"I am Tang Hao."
Those three words, like a death knell, shook the hearts of every Spirit Hall Soul Master.
The vigilant Soul Master hadn't even seen how the opponent made their move.
Tang Hao's right fist had already been thrown out from a distance.
A domineering and violent burst of energy shot through the air.
The Soul Master didn't even have time to scream before his body flew backward, smashing through two thick earthen walls.
"Boom!"
Bricks shattered, and blood spurted.
The entire Holy Soul Village was instantly alarmed.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Quick! Surround him!"
The Spirit Hall Soul Master, scattered throughout the village, flocked in from all directions.
The leading Seven-Ring Soul Sage's expression changed drastically upon seeing the newcomer's appearance, and his voice trembled violently.
"Tang... Tang Hao?"
"You actually dare to go back to Holy Soul Village?!"
He was terrified.
He had only been on a mission to gather clues, and he never expected to run into Tang Hao himself.
Tang Hao didn't say much.
He stood in the middle of the torrential rain, like a towering steel wall that could kill.
The oppressive aura emanating from him caused the surrounding rain to freeze in mid-air.
The Soul Sage gritted his teeth and roared hysterically.
"Form ranks! Form ranks now!"
"Everyone, hold him off with everything you have! Fire the signal flare!"
"Just hold on for another 15 minutes, and reinforcements will arrive!"
A Soul Master frantically pulled a signal flare from his robes, preparing to detonate it into the sky.
The signal flare hadn't even been launched yet.
Tang Hao's figure had already disappeared from the spot.
A black afterimage streaked across the void.
In an instant, Tang Hao appeared in front of the Soul Sage.
He didn't even release his Martial Soul; he simply stomped down heavily.
That kick contained the terrifying power of Titled Douluo.
The Soul Sage's defensive Soul Skill shattered like paper.
"Click!"
The sound of bones cracking was crisp and piercing.
Tang Hao stomped on the Soul Sage's chest, pinning him to the muddy ground.
Fresh blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from the Soul Sage's mouth.
The remaining twenty-odd Soul Master were utterly terrified.
"The captain is dead! He was stomped to death!"
"This is not human! He is a demon!"
Run! Run!
What followed was not a battle.
It's called pure slaughter.
Tang Hao looked at the shattered wooden bed and the overturned anvil.
All traces of Tang San's childhood life here have been completely destroyed by this group of lackeys.
All memories were shattered by the Spirit Hall.
The last vestiges of reason in Tang Hao's mind shattered along with it.
You deserve to die.
"You've disturbed my son's memories; you will all be buried here with him."
A flash of black light.
A Da Hei hammer, radiating Heavenly Fiend, appeared in Tang Hao's palm.
Nine terrifying Soul Ring— yellow, purple, black, and red—flashed in alternating patterns.
Especially the last one, a crimson, blood-red Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, which stained the entire rain curtain with blood.
The Clear Sky Hammer swept out horizontally.
"Boom!"
The violent hammering wind whipped up clouds of mud and water.
Several Soul Master who tried to escape were directly hit by the hammer wind, their bodies exploding into blood mist in mid-air.
Severed limbs and broken arms flew everywhere.
The Soul Master flew out one after another like torn sacks, crashing heavily into the muddy alleyway.
"Ah! Help!"
"Let me go! Please, let me go!"
Desperate screams rose and fell, but were quickly drowned out by the sound of the torrential rain.
The rain was relentlessly lashing the ground.
Thick blood and murky mud mixed together, flowing down the path and continuously toward the drainage ditch at the village entrance.
The water in the drainage ditch had been completely stained a glaring, bloody red.
I don't know how much time passed.
The rain is still falling.
The chaotic and noisy shouts of battle completely ceased.
Only the sound of pouring rain remained between heaven and earth.
The villagers of Holy Soul Village huddled behind the door, trembling with fear, not daring to even breathe.
Old Village Chief Jack the Cat peered out from behind a crack in the window, trembling all over.
The open space at the village entrance was littered with corpses lying haphazardly.
More than twenty elite members of the Spirit Hall were killed without a single survivor.
The tall, black-robed man stood in the center of the corpses, covered in blood, holding a smashed Spirit Hall token in his hand.
The torrential rain washed away the bloodstains on his body again and again, but it could not wash away the suffocating smell of blood emanating from him.
Village Chief Jack recognized the figure from behind.
He covered his mouth tightly, tears mixed with cold sweat streaming down his face.
"Tang... Tang Hao!"
"He really really was that drunken blacksmith who used to get completely wasted every day..."
Tang Hao did not linger.
They didn't even bother to glance at the corpses on the ground.
After killing the man, he suddenly turned around and sped off towards the back of the mountain.
The black figure streaked across the rain like lightning.