A Confession! Tang San's Blood Feud!

On the other side.

Having crossed the iron chain and departed from the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao immediately set off toward the Heaven Dou Empire without a moment's rest!

His heart remained constantly tethered to Tang San.

Back when he had stayed in the village outside Soto City to watch over Shrek Academy, he had clearly sensed many powerful auras infiltrating the city.

Now, he had even received accurate intelligence that high-ranking Elders from Spirit Hall had personally participated in the great battle at Soto City.

That night, the fighting in Soto City must have been earth-shattering!

Although he had arrived in time to take Dai Mubai away, Tang San was still at Shrek Academy, and he could not set his mind at ease.

Tang Hao donned his tattered black robe once more and traveled through the night.

Meanwhile.

Heaven Dou Empire, Shrek Academy.

The night was deep, and the academy was silent.

In the Dean's office, a dim oil lamp flickered. Flender sat behind a dilapidated desk, rubbing his temples with both hands, his face etched with worry.

Zhao Wuji sat on a wooden chair nearby, his chest wrapped in thick bandages, his complexion still somewhat pale.

Tang San stood before the two of them, his posture straight and rigid.

"Little San."

Flender sighed, finally breaking the silence.

He pushed up the crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at Tang San, and spoke with unprecedented gravity.

"You are a clever child. Regarding what happened during the day, you must already have some guesses in your heart, right?"

Tang San nodded.

Flender did not continue to play dumb and said directly, "Little San, take out that hammer in your left hand and let us see it."

As these words fell, Tang San's pupils instantly dilated.

How could he know?!

The secret of his twin martial souls—ever since his father warned him never to tell anyone about his Clear Sky Hammer, he had buried that matter deep within his heart!

Aside from his father and Yu Xiaogang, not a third person knew!

How could the Dean possibly know?

Seeing Tang San's reaction, Flender did not continue to hide it and said directly, "Back when you and the Grandmaster went to hunt for your first Soul Ring, it was the Grandmaster who told me."

"Rest assured, only a few of us know about this, and we will keep it absolutely confidential."

"After all, we are your teachers; we would never harm you."

Hearing this, Tang San hesitated for a moment before raising his left hand.

Black light surged in his palm, and a small yet exceptionally heavy black hammer materialized.

Looking at that hammer, a trace of awe flashed through Flender's eyes.

"The number one tool martial soul in the world, the Clear Sky Hammer."

Flender said in a low voice, "The person who saved us during the day and took Dai Mubai away is the youngest Title Douluo on the continent today, the Clear Sky Douluo."

"His real name is Tang Hao."

"He is your father."

Although he had a premonition in his heart, when he truly heard this answer from Flender's mouth, Tang San's heart still trembled.

His father, who spent his days in Holy Soul Village forging iron and drinking himself into a stupor, was actually a powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of this world!

A Title Douluo!

And a Title Douluo with a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring at that!

Flender stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the night.

"Your father once did something that shocked the entire continent. Relying on the strength he had just attained upon breaking through to Title Douluo, he smashed the former Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, to death."

"Ever since then, he has been hunted by Spirit Hall all over the world."

Flender turned his head, stared into Tang San's eyes, and his tone carried a stern warning.

"Little San, remember this: until you have the strength to protect yourself, bury this hammer in your heart. You must never reveal even a shred of it in front of outsiders!"

"Once the people of Spirit Hall find out you are Tang Hao's son, let alone you, even our entire Shrek Academy will be reduced to ashes overnight."

"Spirit Hall's style of conduct has always been to cut weeds and eliminate the roots, especially since your father killed the previous Pope—this is an irreconcilable blood feud."

Tang San clenched his fists and silently retracted the Clear Sky Hammer into his body.

"I understand, Dean. I will not bring trouble to the academy."

Flender was stunned for a moment.

He had never expected Tang San to give such an answer.

What did he mean by not causing trouble for the academy? Was that the point of his words? How could a young lad like Tang San have such an old-fashioned way of thinking?

Sighing softly, Flender stopped dwelling on Tang San's unconventional mindset, assuming it was simply the result of his self-reliant upbringing that had forged such maturity.

"I have told you the answers you sought. Is there anything else you wish to ask?"

"No, Dean."

"Then you may return."

"Yes."

After bidding farewell, Tang San left the office with a heavy heart and walked back to his dormitory alone.

He pushed open the wooden door.

The room was unlit and pitch black.

However, the moment Tang San stepped over the threshold, he keenly sensed the sound of someone else's breathing in the room.

He flipped his wrist, and the Silent Sleeve Arrow was instantly primed. He looked vigilantly toward the corner by the window, simultaneously activating his Purple Demon Eye to pierce through the darkness.

In Tang San's vision, a tall figure in a black robe sat in that corner.

"It's me."

A low, hoarse voice, heavy with exhaustion, echoed in the darkness.

The wide black robe, the messy hair, and that familiar scent of cheap ale.

"Dad."

Tang San instantly let out a breath of relief, lowered his arm, reset the mechanism of the sleeve arrow, and hurried to Tang Hao's side.

Tang Hao looked up at his son, who had already grown taller than his own shoulders, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Flender must have told you already, right?"

Tang San nodded. "He told me everything. About what you did back then..."

Tang Hao waved his hand, cutting Tang San off.

Originally, he had intended to wait until Tang San was older and his strength greater before letting him shoulder such heavy hatred.

But over the past half-year, the appearance of the Sky Screen had completely disrupted his plans.

The emergence of that other world had caused the entire landscape of the Douluo Continent to undergo earth-shattering changes.

Ordinary people were beginning to possess power, challenging the Soul Master community. Although Soul Masters currently maintained dominance in both cultivation and numbers, remaining as steady as a mountain in ruling over those who practiced the Martial Path, this might not hold true forever.

Tang Hao was deeply convinced of this.

If ordinary people who received the legacy of the other world could begin to contend with Soul Masters, then how powerful would the Spirit Hall become, having gained the Explorers from that other world?

Tang Hao could not calculate it.

But he knew that the Spirit Hall was already powerful, allowing them to seize the initiative in the exploration of the Sky Screen and become even stronger.

This was a positive feedback loop.

If this loop were not broken, the Spirit Hall would only grow stronger until they could flatten the entire continent with their own power!

This gave Tang Hao a strong sense of crisis. The turning point was right before them; he could no longer let Tang San live in a greenhouse, ignorant of the truth.

He sighed and recounted everything: how he had met A Yin, how the Spirit Hall had relentlessly forced their hand, and how A Yin had sacrificed her life to protect the two of them.

Although this was much earlier than the time Tang Hao had envisioned for this confession, he did not hold back a single detail.