Tang Hao: Spirit Sacrifice? That Eight-Treasure Chicken?

Deep in the Great Wilderness, Stone Village.

As the golden light dissipated, Qian Renxue's figure was clearly revealed on the hard, yellow earth.

However, before she could even make sense of her surroundings, a terrifying gravitational force, as heavy as Mount Tai, crashed down upon her!

"Ugh..."

Qian Renxue let out a muffled groan. Her long, slender legs buckled instantly, and she was forced to her knees, unable to control her own body.

In contrast, her Six-Winged Angel martial soul—her greatest pride—found it incredibly difficult to even manifest under the suppression of this world's laws. The Soul Power within her body felt sluggish, like mercury frozen solid.

Is this the rule suppression of a higher-dimensional world?

Qian Renxue bit her lip, cold sweat streaming down her smooth forehead as a storm of shock raged in her heart.

She was a peerless genius born with innate full Soul Power of level 20, and she had already reached the level of a Soul Emperor; yet here, even standing was a luxury!

However, just as she was struggling to hold on:

"Heh... so it's a little bastard from the Qian family?"

A hoarse voice, dripping with malice, suddenly drifted over from not far away.

Qian Renxue snapped her head up. Not far from the scorched willow tree, a burly man covered in dirt and stubble dropped the stone he was holding and began walking toward her with a sinister expression.

Although he was dressed in rags like a beggar, the killing intent erupting from his turbid eyes made Qian Renxue's heart tremble.

"You are Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao?!"

Upon seeing his face, Qian Renxue's pupils constricted, and she immediately recognized his identity.

Because of the Sky Screen broadcast, she naturally recognized the man who had been beaten black and blue by an Eight-Treasure Chicken.

"Heh heh, didn't expect this, did you?"

Tang Hao twisted his neck, causing a series of crisp cracks to echo out, and a ferocious grin spread across his face.

"Heaven has truly treated me well. It just granted me a stroke of fortune, and now it has delivered a remnant of Spirit Hall right to my doorstep!"

"A Yin, I am going to avenge you."

At this moment, Tang Hao's ego had inflated to the extreme. Although he had been humiliated by that damned chicken a few days ago, he had been working as a laborer in Stone Village and was shocked to discover that every stone, every well, and even the dust floating in the air contained a concentration of Spiritual Energy unimaginable in the Douluo Continent!

Nourished by this environment, the hidden injuries he had sustained from shattering his rings had not only healed, but his Soul Power had also progressed by leaps and bounds!

Just a short while ago, he had felt the bottleneck that had plagued him for years suddenly loosen.

He was no longer just a level 95 Titled Douluo; he was now a level 99 peerless Douluo, with one foot already across the threshold of godhood!

Is this what it means to have one's luck turn around? Heh.

Tang Hao laughed wildly in his heart. The thought of the people from Spirit Hall witnessing him kill their Young Master made him feel inexplicably satisfied.

As for this village?

He had already formed a meticulous deduction in his mind.

While this world was indeed a higher-dimensional realm capable of crushing the Douluo world, his observations over the past few days had revealed some issues.

The villagers were only strong because they had eaten those spiritual items for years, granting them brute force; they knew nothing of profound cultivation techniques.

The only troublesome thing was that Eight-Treasure Chicken.

Once, while cleaning the latrines, Tang Hao had overheard a conversation between the village chief and the villagers, learning that villages in the Great Wilderness worshipped so-called sacrificial spirits to seek protection.

That chicken must be the sacrificial spirit of this village.

The more Tang Hao thought about it, the more convinced he was of his theory. After all, the chicken was the strongest entity in the village; who else could it be?

Thinking of this, the killing intent in Tang Hao's eyes grew even more intense.

As long as he avoided that chicken, who here could stop him?

"Killing you will serve as a down payment on my revenge!"

"When I return in a year, I will wipe out your Spirit Hall!"

With that, Tang Hao's eyes turned ruthless. He strode forward, intending to strike while his opponent was vulnerable and finish Qian Renxue off once and for all.

"Stop!"

However, just as Tang Hao was about to strike, a small figure suddenly blocked his path.

It was Little One, Shi Hao, who was still drinking beast milk.

Little Shi Hao blinked his large, dark eyes, white milk stains still clinging to the corners of his mouth, and said in a childish voice:

"Uncle, Grandpa Village Chief said that fighting isn't allowed in the village. Everyone should get along."

Seeing this three-year-old brat blocking his way, Tang Hao glanced at him with disdain before snarling:

"Kid, get out of the way!"

"I'll spare your life since you've brought me water before."

"But if you insist on seeking death..."

Tang Hao sneered. He scanned the area, and seeing no sign of the Eight-Treasure Chicken, he became even more arrogant.

Although the people in this village were strong, their temperaments were far too simple and naive.

As long as he killed this remnant of Spirit Hall right now, then fabricated some excuse and offered a hypocritical apology, these fools would surely forgive him.

When that time came, he could still remain here to develop in the shadows, utilizing the resources here to push toward Hundred Level Godhood!

And once he became a god!

At the mere thought of this, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Tang Hao's eyes:

"I must pluck that damned chicken clean and roast it! Then, I will plunder every opportunity in this village and bring them back to the Clear Sky Sect!"

With that thought, Tang Hao no longer hesitated. His aura surged instantly as he looked down at the Little One before him:

"One last time: get lost!"

The Little One tilted his head. He did not retreat; instead, he earnestly set down the clay pot in his hands. A seriousness unbefitting his age appeared on his delicate, porcelain-like face:

"Uncle, your killing intent is too heavy, and you are thinking of wicked things."

"I am going to throw you out."

"Ha? Throw me?"

However, upon hearing the Little One's words, Tang Hao laughed uproariously as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world:

"Ignorant child!"

"Since you want to stand up for her, then I shall teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders!"

Meanwhile, at Spirit Hall.

Inside the Pope Palace.

The atmosphere within the great hall was suffocating to the extreme. Qian Renxue's luck had been abysmal; the moment she entered that higher-dimensional world, she had encountered Spirit Hall's nemesis, Tang Hao.

Furthermore, the situation was far from optimistic.

"Scoundrel! How dare that dog Tang Hao act so brazenly!"

Pope Bibi Dong gripped her scepter so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Although she claimed not to care about Qian Renxue, seeing her on the verge of death at Tang Hao's hands made Bibi Dong's body tremble uncontrollably.

She never imagined that Qian Renxue would fall into such a death trap the moment she arrived!