Lion Douluo vs. Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao!

Lion Douluo's pupils constricted.

Who is he?

Clear Sky Douluo!

Tang Hao!

A level ninety-five power attack system Titled Douluo.

The man who, back then, had single-handedly dealt a heavy blow to the former Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji.

Lion Douluo let out a cold snort. His expression remained unchanged, but his mind was already racing.

His own spirit ring configuration was yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Tang Hao's spirit ring configuration included a red one.

On this point alone, he had already lost.

Not to mention that Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer was the number one tool spirit under heaven; in a direct head-on collision, he had no chance of winning.

But Lion Douluo did not retreat.

His own spirit power was as high as the peak of level ninety-seven; surely he couldn't be beaten by a level ninety-five!

Besides, as the Fourth Consecrator of the Consecration Hall, taking a step back would mean losing more than just his own face.

"Tang Hao." Lion Douluo's voice deepened.

"Do you intend to make an enemy of my Consecration Hall?"

Tang Hao looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"Consecration Hall?"

He repeated the three words, as if savoring something disgusting.

"So what!"

Lion Douluo's expression shifted.

"Since that is the case, there is nothing left to discuss."

Having said that, Lion Douluo revealed his spirit.

A phantom of a giant golden lion emerged behind him, its mane bristling as it roared toward the sky.

Nine spirit rings lit up simultaneously, and golden spirit power burned across his body.

The entire sky plunged into a deeper darkness.

On one side was the golden lion shadow; on the other, blood-colored thunder.

The momentum of the two Titled Douluos collided, causing the ground to crack open and the trees in the distance to snap in unison.

The teachers of Shrek Academy were already paralyzed with fear.

This was their first time witnessing a battle between Titled Douluos.

It was truly terrifying!

Tang San stood where he was, his eyes wide.

He had never known that his father was a Titled Douluo.

That slovenly man who spent his days drinking, forging iron, and passing out on the threshold.

That useless father who couldn't even cook a meal or mend his own clothes.

Was a Titled Douluo?!

Tang San's nose suddenly felt sore, but he held it back.

"Xiao San."

Tang Hao's voice drifted down from mid-air; it wasn't loud, but every word was crystal clear.

"Watch closely."

Tang San clenched his fists.

"This is the true Clear Sky True Body!"

"Great Sumeru Hammer!"

As he finished speaking, the giant hammer phantom behind Tang Hao swelled tenfold. A Clear Sky Hammer that reached from the heavens to the earth appeared behind him, the blood-colored thunder on the hammer head cascading down like a waterfall.

Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer with both hands, his muscles bulging and veins popping.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

He raised the hammer.

Lion Douluo did not retreat.

"Tang Hao! Die!"

The giant golden lion behind him also lunged forward, charging directly toward the Clear Sky Hammer.

The two forces collided.

BOOM—

The ground at the entrance of Shrek Academy was overturned, sending gravel and dirt flying into the air.

Tang San was pushed back several yards by the shockwave, rolling across the ground several times before coming to a stop.

Xiao Wu, the cat-tailed girl, and the girl in the cyan dress raised their hands to shield their faces.

Fortunately, they were shielded by Zhao Wuji and the other teachers; otherwise, they would have ended up just like Tang San.

Even so, the group was having a rough time; Zhao Wuji had to activate his Avatar of the Martial Soul alongside the other teachers just to block the aftermath.

Once the dust settled.

Lion Douluo stood where he was, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Tang Hao remained suspended in mid-air, completely unscathed.

However, his right hand, hidden behind his back, was trembling slightly.

Who had won and who had lost was clear at a glance.

"Is that all the skill the fourth Consecrator of the Consecration Hall, Lion Douluo, has to offer?"

Tang Hao's mocking tone rang out.

Lion Douluo wiped the blood from his mouth, his face turning livid.

He was unconvinced!

As a dignified rank 97 Title Douluo, being mocked like this by a rank 95—who would be willing to accept that?

"Again!"

Lion Douluo kicked off the ground and charged at Tang Hao once more, the phantom of the giant lion behind him opening its maw, its fangs gathering a blinding golden light.

Tang Hao sneered, holding the Clear Sky Hammer horizontally before him as blood-red lightning crackled across the hammer's surface.

BOOM!

Lion Douluo still could not break through Tang Hao's attack.

He gritted his teeth and charged again.

BOOM!

Again!

BOOM!

Lion Douluo landed on the ground, smashing a large crater into the earth as gravel sprayed everywhere.

Tang Hao stood in mid-air, his expression unchanged.

"Still coming?" Tang Hao's tone was indifferent, the attitude of a true powerhouse.

Lion Douluo glanced at Tang Hao, then looked toward Xiao Wu in the distance.

As expected of the Clear Sky Douluo...

Continuing to fight would only result in mutual destruction.

As for that transformed hundred-thousand-year soul beast...

It seemed he would not be able to take her away today.

Lion Douluo took a deep breath and retracted his Martial Soul.

"Tang Hao, the Consecration Hall will remember this debt."

Tang Hao did not speak.

Lion Douluo turned and walked away.

After two steps, he stopped, looked back at Xiao Wu, his eyes filled with a seriousness that sent a chill down one's spine.

He would remember the appearance of this hundred-thousand-year soul beast.

Once he returned to the Consecration Hall and reported to the Great Consecrator, he would return to claim this hundred-thousand-year soul beast!

Xiao Wu felt a chill run through her entire body from that gaze and hid behind Zhao Wuji.

Lion Douluo was gone.

Tang Hao slowly descended to the ground, his feet sinking into the gravel and dirt, when he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Clearly, the calmness from moments ago was all a facade he had put on for Lion Douluo.

Between the secret use of Ring Detonation and the recurrence of his old injuries.

Tang Hao's aura was now weak to the extreme.

If Lion Douluo had seen through his injuries and fought him for a few more rounds, he likely would not have been able to hold on.

"Dad!" Tang San shouted anxiously.

Tang Hao waved his hand.

"It's nothing. Your old man isn't dead yet."

The father and son locked eyes.

At this moment, the corner of Tang San's mouth was split, a bloody gash marred his face, his clothes were covered in mud and grass clippings, and a large patch of skin had been scraped off his knee.

He looked incredibly disheveled.

Tang Hao reached out and patted Tang San on the head.

It wasn't heavy, like patting a fool.

"Not bad. You didn't embarrass me."

Tang San was stunned for a moment.

He had expected his father to scold him.

To scold him for overestimating his own strength, for meddling in others' business, for nearly getting himself killed.

But Tang Hao didn't scold him at all.

Tang San's nose stung again.

But he held it back.

Tang Hao's gaze drifted past Tang San and landed on Xiao Wu.

The young girl in the pink dress was hiding behind Zhao Wuji, peeking out with half her head, her eyes red and dried tear tracks still clinging to her face.

Tang Hao stared at her for two seconds.

A hundred-thousand-year soul beast.

Although she was hidden well, she could not conceal herself from a Title Douluo.

Tang San noticed his father's gaze, and his heart tightened sharply.

His father was also a Title Douluo.

The temptation of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast to a Title Douluo was unimaginable.

A hundred-thousand-year soul bone.

This was something no soul master could resist.

Countless thoughts flashed through Tang San's mind.

Would his father make a move?

Would he also be like that other Title Douluo, wanting to snatch Xiao Wu away?

If his father attacked now...

Tang San shifted his body to the side, placing himself between Tang Hao and Xiao Wu.

Seeing his son's action, Tang Hao frowned slightly.

Tang San's expression had changed.

It was no longer the reliance and trust he had shown his father moments ago, but now held a hint of wariness.

Tang Hao remained silent for two seconds.