Those Who Rage in Helpless Fury! The Snipe and Clam Fight, While the Fisherman Profits
Tang San stood alone at the entrance of the dark cave.
The first rays of morning light pierced through the heavy clouds and fell on his somewhat pale face.
A cold wind howled and blew past the boy's clothes.
He gazed into the distance, the weakness in his eyes completely stripped away at that moment.
"Xiao Wu, wait for me."
Tang San's voice was very low, as if he were making a solemn vow to himself.
"Once I've gotten everything back, I will definitely find you."
"By then, I will no longer be who I am today."
Those who schemed against us, those who drove you away, will all pay the price!
He turned and walked back into the depths of the cave, where he sat down cross-legged.
The faint light of the Mysterious Heaven Skill within his body flickered in the dark corner.
That obsessive desire to become stronger was like the most potent poison, seeping into his very bones.
"The Spirit Hall, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect... you have already chosen your own path to death."
A frantic desire for revenge swirled in Tang San's mind, becoming the driving force behind his cultivation.
On the other side,
After leaving the desolate mountain cave, Tang Hao headed straight for the nearest Spirit Hall Branch.
He had no intention of hiding his whereabouts.
His black robes fluttered as he swaggered to the main gate of the branch hall.
Upon seeing the newcomer covered in blood, the Spirit Hall's Soul Master shouted, "Who goes there, daring to act so insolently at the Spirit Hall's gate!"
Tang Hao raised his hand and smashed the heavy, tall wooden door of the branch hall with a single palm strike.
Wood chips and gravel flew everywhere.
The commotion drew all the Soul Master from the branch hall out in droves.
"Enemy attack!"
"Quickly surround him!"
Dozens of the Spirit Hall Soul Master charged out, weapons in hand.
Tang Hao didn't say a word.
His bloodshot eyes were filled with overwhelming killing intent.
The black light surged.
The incredibly heavy Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his palm.
Smash them all.
Under the crushing force of pure power, Soul Skill and armor are as fragile as paper.
Screams rose and fell, and blood stained every tile of the branch hall.
In less than half an incense stick's time, not a single survivor remained in the entire Spirit Hall Branch.
The air was filled with a suffocating, fishy stench.
Tang Hao, carrying the blood-dripping hammer, walked straight into the confidential archives room of the branch hall.
He went through all the files in the branch hall.
Papers were scattered all over the floor.
However, the only search record for Holy Soul Village was an extremely ordinary routine patrol order.
The dossier contained no trace of the Blue Silver Emperor, nor any record of the waterfall or cave in the back mountain.
Tang Hao stood amidst piles of corpses, surrounded by a chilling killing intent.
The chill in his heart grew stronger.
"Who is it?!"
"Where exactly was Ah Yin taken?!"
A mixture of rage and confusion nearly drove this Titled Douluo to madness.
A few days later.
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Sect Master's Mansion in the Heaven Dou Empire.
Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, stood quietly by the window.
He was holding a newly delivered encrypted letter in his hand.
The handwriting on the secret letter was brief, but the content was astonishing.
The record clearly states one thing: Tang Hao appeared in Holy Soul Village and annihilated the Spirit Hall patrol team with extremely bloody methods.
Tang Hao reappeared at the Spirit Hall Branch and slaughtered the entire branch.
Standing to the side, Bone Douluo Gu Rong licked his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Feng Zhi, Tang Hao has actually shown up."
"It seems that Xiao Wu, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in Transformation, has most likely settled near Holy Soul Village."
"Should we send someone over to seize it first? Those are Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring and Soul Bone delivered right to our doorstep!"
Ning Fengzhi shook his head, his tone gentle and composed. "Uncle Gu, now is not the time for us to make a move."
"Tang Hao is on the verge of exploding with rage; anyone who touches him will die."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, carrying his longsword, leaned against a stone pillar and coldly added, "It's certainly not the right time."
"To act rashly now would be tantamount to a direct confrontation with Tang Hao."
"The ultimate techniques of the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one Martial Soul in the world, are extraordinary; it would be a losing proposition."
Ning Fengzhi put away the secret letter, a knowing smile appearing on his lips.
We have to wait.
"Wait until the Spirit Hall and Tang Hao are both severely weakened in their battle."
"Tang Hao destroyed a branch of the Spirit Hall; the Spirit Hall will never let this go."
"Once they fight until blood flows like a river, regardless of who wins or loses, it will be more beneficial than harmful to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School."
"Hahaha!"
Bone Douluo grinned and said, "Feng Zhi, you've thought of everything!"
"Let the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall fight to the death, and we can reap the benefits!"
Papal Hall in Spirit City.
Urgent intelligence was quickly delivered.
The entire garrison of Holy Soul Village was wiped out.
The nearest branch hall was also thoroughly cleaned.
The lingering domineering aura of the Clear Sky Hammer at the scene pointed directly to the Clear Sky Douluo who had been living in seclusion for many years.
On the high platform, Pope Bibi Dong, dressed in a magnificent robe, gently stroked the jeweled scepter symbolizing supreme power with her slender, white fingernails.
She glanced at the intelligence report on the ground, a cold smile flashing across her eyes.
"Tang Hao is getting anxious."
Bibi Dong's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable air of authority.
"He finally started moving."
"The angrier a person is, the more likely they are to make mistakes."
"Does he think he can fight against the entire Spirit Hall with just a hammer?"
Bibi Dong slowly stood up, looking down at the hall. "Pass on my order: intensify the manhunt."
"Dispatch the Shadow Forces; they must capture that 100,000-year-old rabbit Soul Beast that Transformation."
"Once we catch that rabbit, Tang Hao and his son Tang San will be nothing to us."
Below the stage, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan one knee, his posture extremely respectful. "Your His Holiness the Pope rest assured, I have already laid a trap."
"If that rabbit dares to show even the slightest sign of itself, it will have no chance of escaping!"
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away on land...
Ye Qing had already left the mainland territory.
He stood atop the Green Lotus Sword, flying high above the sea.
A gentle breeze caressed my face, causing my clothes to flutter.
Looking down at the boundless, surging blue ocean, Ye Qing couldn't help but sigh:
"So this is the sea? It truly is vast and boundless."
Of course, what impressed him most was the life in the sea.
With his immense spiritual perception alone, he could clearly sense the vast amount of Soul Beast aura hidden beneath the seawater.
Every now and then, one can see Sea Soul Beast, some as old as ten thousand years, leaping out of the water and creating huge waves.
In her spiritual world, Ice Empress gazed at the vast ocean below and exclaimed in surprise, "The Sea Soul Beast's foundation is indeed extraordinary."
"Even in our Far North, we cannot compare to the ocean in terms of quantity and scale."
Snow Empress nodded slightly in agreement.
Ye Qing withdrew his gaze and asked the Snow Empress in his mind, "Snow Empress, how far is it from the Sea of Buried Corpses?"
Snow Empress shook her head helplessly. "I'm not entirely sure about the exact distance either."
"I only know the general direction."
Ye Qing gave a wry smile, "Alright, since that's the case, then we can only fly in this direction at full speed."
"I hope I'm lucky enough to crash directly into the Sea of Buried Corpses."
"After all, I'm counting on that place for my next Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring."
The words had barely left his mouth.
The Green Lotus Sword beneath Ye Qing's feet burst forth with a dazzling light.
It transformed into a dazzling streak of light, piercing through the air and heading straight for the depths of the Endless Sea.