Mighty Lion Douluo's pupils contracted.
Who was that?
Clear Sky Douluo!
Tang Hao!
A Level 95 Power Attack System Titled Douluo.
The man who had gravely wounded the former Spirit Hall Pope, Qian Xunji, all by himself.
Mighty Lion Douluo gave a cold snort. His expression didn't change, but he had already begun calculating.
His Soul Ring Configuration was yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
Tang Hao's Soul Ring Configuration included a red ring.
Just on that score alone, he was already at a disadvantage.
What's more, Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer was the greatest weapon Martial Soul in the world. In a head-on clash, he had no chance of winning.
But Mighty Lion Douluo didn't retreat.
His Soul Power had reached the peak of Level 97. How could he lose to someone at Level 95?
Besides, as the fourth enshrined master of the Worship Hall, backing down wouldn't just make him lose face. It would disgrace the entire hall.
"Tang Hao." Mighty Lion Douluo's voice turned low.
"Do you intend to make an enemy of the Worship Hall?"
Tang Hao looked at him and tugged at the corner of his mouth. His smile looked even more painful than a grimace.
"The Worship Hall?"
He repeated the three words, as if savoring something disgusting.
"So what!"
Mighty Lion Douluo's expression changed.
"Since that's the case, there's nothing left to discuss."
With that, Mighty Lion Douluo revealed his Martial Soul.
A golden lion's massive phantom appeared behind him, its mane bristling as it roared at the sky.
All nine Soul Rings blazed at once, golden Soul Power burning across his body.
The sky sank into an even deeper darkness.
On one side was a golden lion's shadow; on the other, blood-red lightning.
The auras of two Titled Douluo slammed together. The ground split with several cracks, and the trees in the distance snapped in unison.
The teachers from Shrek Academy were already stunned with terror.
This was their first time witnessing a battle between Titled Douluo.
It was terrifying!
Tang San stood rooted to the spot, his eyes wide.
He had never known his father was a Titled Douluo.
That slovenly man who drank all day, hammered away at metal, and collapsed drunk on the doorstep.
That useless father who couldn't even cook a meal or mend his clothes.
He was a Titled Douluo?!
Tang San's nose suddenly stung, but he held it back.
"Xiao San."
Tang Hao's voice came from above. It wasn't loud, but every word rang clear.
"Watch carefully."
Tang San clenched his fists.
"This is the real Clear Sky True Body!"
"Great Sumeru Hammer!"
As he spoke, the giant hammer phantom behind Tang Hao swelled tenfold. A Clear Sky Hammer that towered to the heavens appeared behind him, blood-red lightning pouring down its body like a waterfall.
Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer with both hands. His muscles bulged, and veins stood out.
"AAAAAAAH!"
He raised the hammer.
Mighty Lion Douluo didn't retreat.
"Tang Hao! Die!"
The golden lion behind him pounced, charging straight at the Clear Sky Hammer.
The two forces collided.
Boom—
The ground at the entrance to Shrek Academy was torn up, sending rocks and dirt flying into the air.
The shock wave hurled Tang San several yards away. He rolled across the ground several times before coming to a stop.
Xiao Wu, the cat-tailed girl, and the girl in the blue dress raised their hands.
Fortunately, Zhao Wuji and the other teachers had shielded them. Otherwise, they would have met the same fate as Tang San.
Even so, they were in rough shape. Zhao Wuji had activated his Martial Soul Avatar, and with the other teachers, barely managed to block the shock wave.
When the dust settled,
Mighty Lion Douluo stood where he was, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Tang Hao still hovered in midair, without a single injury on him.
But his right hand, held behind his back, trembled slightly.
It was easy to tell who had won.
"So this is the mighty Mighty Lion Douluo, fourth enshrined master of the Worship Hall? Is that all you've got?"
Tang Hao's mocking voice rang out.
Mighty Lion Douluo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face livid.
He couldn't accept it!
He was a mighty Level 97 Titled Douluo, being mocked like this by someone at Level 95. Who could possibly take that lying down?
"Again!"
Mighty Lion Douluo kicked off the ground and charged at Tang Hao once more. The giant lion's phantom behind him opened its jaws, dazzling golden light gathering on its fangs.
Tang Hao gave a cold laugh and held the Clear Sky Hammer across his body. Blood-red lightning exploded over the hammer's surface.
Boom!
Mighty Lion Douluo still couldn't break through Tang Hao's attack.
He gritted his teeth and charged again.
Boom!
Again!
Boom!
Mighty Lion Douluo crashed to the ground, smashing out a huge crater and sending rocks flying.
Tang Hao hovered in midair, his expression unchanged.
"Are you still coming?" Tang Hao's tone was calm, the air of a superior man.
Mighty Lion Douluo looked at Tang Hao, then glanced at Xiao Wu in the distance.
As expected of Clear Sky Douluo...
If they kept fighting, they'd both end up badly hurt.
As for that transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast...
It seemed he wouldn't be able to take her away today.
Mighty Lion Douluo took a deep breath and withdrew his Martial Soul.
"Tang Hao, the Worship Hall will remember this score."
Tang Hao didn't answer.
Mighty Lion Douluo turned and left.
After taking two steps, he stopped and looked back at Xiao Wu. His gaze held a chilling seriousness.
He would remember what this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast looked like.
Once he returned to the Worship Hall, he would report to the Grand Pontiff, then come back to take this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!
That look sent a chill through Xiao Wu. She hid behind Zhao Wuji.
Mighty Lion Douluo was gone.
Tang Hao slowly descended to the ground. The moment his feet touched the rocks and dirt, he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Clearly, the calm he'd shown was all an act to deceive Mighty Lion Douluo.
He had secretly detonated his Soul Rings, and his old wounds had flared up again.
Tang Hao's aura was now so weak it had nearly vanished.
If Mighty Lion Douluo had noticed his injuries and fought him for a few more rounds, Tang Hao likely wouldn't have been able to hold on.
"Dad!" Tang San cried anxiously.
Tang Hao waved a hand.
"I'm fine. Your old man isn't dead yet."
Father and son looked at each other.
Tang San's lip was split, a streak of blood marked his face, and his clothes were covered in dirt and grass. A large patch of skin had been scraped off his knee.
He looked utterly battered.
Tang Hao reached out and tapped Tang San on the head.
It wasn't hard, more like a tap for a fool.
"Not bad. You didn't embarrass your old man."
Tang San froze.
He had thought his father would scold him.
Scold him for overestimating himself, for meddling, 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 passed over Tang San and fell on Xiao Wu.
The girl in the pink dress was hiding behind Zhao Wuji, peeking out with half her face. Her eyes were red, and tear tracks still glistened on her cheeks.
Tang Hao stared at her for two seconds.
A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
She had hidden it well, but she couldn't conceal it from a Titled Douluo.
Tang San noticed his father's gaze, and his heart clenched.
His father was a Titled Douluo too.
The temptation a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast held for a Titled Douluo was obvious.
A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.
No Soul Master could resist such a thing.
A flurry of thoughts flashed through Tang San's mind.
Would his father make a move?
Would he try to capture Xiao Wu, just like that other Titled Douluo?
If his father attacked now...
Tang San shifted to the side, placing himself between Tang Hao and Xiao Wu.
Tang Hao saw his son's movement and furrowed his brows slightly.
Tang San's gaze had changed.
The dependence and trust with which he had looked at his father moments before were gone, replaced by a hint of wariness.
Tang Hao fell silent for two seconds.
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