Tang Chen Accepts the Challenge, Feng Zhi Promotes (Bonus Chapter for Book Friend Jiu Xing Ge)

Clear Sky Sect residence, Clear Sky Castle.

Bai Xiuzhu, a woman from the Speed Clan, lacked the qualifications to meet Tang Chen in person and could only hand Qian Xunji's letter over to Tang Zhen.

On the training grounds.

Tang Chen was currently training his two fine grandsons, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao.

His granddaughter, Tang Yuehua, had failed to awaken the Clear Sky Hammer spirit and could not cultivate, meaning she would never become a Spirit Master in her life, which left him somewhat disappointed.

He couldn't go before Qian Daoliu and boast that his granddaughter, Tang Yuehua, had the potential to become a Titled Douluo.

Qian Daoliu, what about your granddaughter?

Oh, right, I forgot, you don't have one!

Life lost a bit of its flavor when he couldn't take a jab at Qian Daoliu.

"Father, here is a letter for you, but its origin is unknown." Tang Zhen respectfully handed over the letter.

Tang Chen took the letter.

The envelope looked quite ordinary from the outside; it lacked the flashy, ornate patterns typical of royal nobility.

However, as a member of the Tang family who suffered from Tang Syndrome and often wheezed like an ox, he possessed a large nose and a keen sense of smell. One sniff told him this letter was anything but ordinary.

"This familiar scent..."

Tang Chen opened the letter, pulled out the stationery, and caught sight of the bright red text.

Ignoring the content for a moment, he brought the paper close to his nose and inhaled.

"The specialty of Hell Road in Slaughter City—the scent of the purest Bloody Mary."

As Tang Chen spoke, his expression shifted, and he began to scrutinize the words on the paper.

The blood-colored text was brief, conveying only one meaning: someone wanted to challenge him.

The opponent offered a ten-thousand-year spirit bone as an appearance fee, and if he wanted to claim it, he had to win the challenge.

Tang Chen rubbed his chin with his right hand and let out a hearty laugh.

"Interesting, interesting, this is truly too interesting!"

"It has been too long. Ever since my spirit power reached level 97, I can't even remember how many days it's been since anyone dared to challenge me!"

"Since you dare to take the initiative to challenge me, Tang Chen, no matter who you are, bring it on!"

"The mysterious Armor Douluo who appeared in Heaven Dou City and caused such a stir!"

Tang Chen's booming laughter drew curious gazes from Tang Zhen and his two sons.

Unlike the boisterous Tang Chen, Tang Zhen was filled with worry.

The Clear Sky Sect was the number one sect in the world solely because of the prestige built by his father, Tang Chen: "The towering Clear Sky Sect, the peerless War Soul Hammer."

That mysterious Armor Douluo who had appeared in Heaven Dou City months ago, indiscriminately slaughtering criminals, was certainly not Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu was a gentleman and his father's friend; when the two sparred, they always stopped at the appropriate point.

Even if there were injuries, they were minor, and a few days of rest would suffice.

But that mysterious Armor Douluo was a true star of slaughter incarnate.

He was like a Demon Subduer descended from the heavens, a true Sui God of the mortal realm.

If the opponent were to go all out against his father, and given the opponent's formidable combat awareness, they would never take a single step back.

Tang Zhen drew a sharp breath.

If his father won without sustaining irreversible, grave injuries, all would be well.

But if both sides ended up severely wounded, the consequences would be unimaginable.

What if there were severed limbs or a drop in spirit power?

As it stood, aside from his father, the level 99 Limit Douluo, the Clear Sky Sect only had him, a mere level 93 Titled Douluo, to hold the fort.

A sect with two Douluos was the envy of the world.

But only after sitting in the position of the world's number one sect and handling daily affairs did one realize how immense the pressure truly was.

If the Clear Sky Sect lost his father—the legend of the spirit master world and one of the Two Peaks, a level 99 Limit Douluo—the consequences would be unthinkable.

Even if Spirit Hall didn't intervene, he alone could never suppress the ambitious sects below or uphold the Clear Sky Sect's status as the "number one sect in the world."

For the sake of security, Tang Zhen began to calculate, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The Clear Sky Twin Stars standing to the side did not share Tang Zhen's complex thoughts.

They only knew that a Limit Douluo-level spirit master was going to challenge their invincible grandfather.

They did not believe their grandfather would lose this battle between Limit Douluos.

However, in a battle between peers, their grandfather might very well use the "Great Sumeru Hammer Ring Detonation" technique.

To witness a live demonstration of the Great Sumeru Hammer's Ring Detonation would be of immense benefit to their own growth.

"Grandfather, victory is yours!" Tang Hao raised his Clear Sky Hammer high and shouted.

Tang Chen laughed even louder at the sight.

Within Seven Treasure City, the base of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

After reading the contents of the urgent letter delivered by a member of the Speed Clan sent by Tang Zhen, a smile appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face.

The smile held no warmth, only the cruelty of finally having found his target.

A rare opportunity. A cold glint flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

He thought that in this battle, it would be best if both sides suffered mutual destruction, losing limbs and seeing their strength plummet.

Then, he would seize the chance to lead his men to capture the severely wounded Qian Xunji alive, using him as a sacrifice to honor his father, who had been left with no remains.

"Uncle Gu, since we have received news of this Limit Douluo-level battle, let us spread it throughout the entire spirit master world." Ning Fengzhi stood up excitedly, spreading his arms as he spoke.

"Fengzhi, you want to let those who hold a grudge against the mysterious Armor Douluo know the news and use them as cannon fodder?" Bone Douluo Gu Rong guessed Ning Fengzhi's intentions.

"Those who know me, it is Uncle Gu."

The two exchanged glances, both revealing cruel smiles.

As for those spirit masters from small families in the spirit master world, if they died, they died.

Being able to contribute to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with their own lives was their blessing.

Gu Rong did not know how strong Qian Xunji was, but he knew how strong Tang Chen was.

No one could retreat unscathed from a full-force Great Sumeru Hammer Ring Detonation attack.

The result of taking it head-on could only be death or severe injury.

Once Qian Xunji was gravely wounded, with less than ten percent of his combat power remaining and his flight speed reduced to a fraction of its original state, they would have the opportunity to kill him.

The base of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

Just like Ning Fengzhi, Yu Yuanzhen had also received the urgent letter delivered by the Speed Clan member sent by Tang Zhen.

Unlike Ning Fengzhi, he did not overthink the situation.

Regarding this battle between Limit Douluos, he was more interested in knowing exactly how vast the gap was between himself and a Limit Douluo.

"I hope to see a battle where both sides go all out, rather than a mere sparring match that stops at the point of contact." Yu Yuanzhen remarked with feeling.

Spirit City.

The Offering Hall.

Ning Fengzhi was busy spreading intelligence everywhere about the mysterious Armor Douluo challenging Tang Chen.

Qian Daoliu did not receive this intelligence until several days later.

The person challenging Tang Chen could never be his own good-for-nothing son.

Since someone had finally dared to challenge Tang Chen, he would certainly go to show his support.

Nearby, Bibi Dong, who was reading and writing, turned the matter over in her mind again and again.

She could never recall an event in her previous life where someone had challenged Tang Chen when she was seven years old.

Ever since she awakened her spirit, fragmented memories had appeared in her mind; after more than a year, she had finally recovered all the memories of her past life.

She was Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God Bibi Dong, Pope of Spirit Hall, and Empress of the Spirit Empire.

A pitiful woman who deeply loved her god-like teacher Yu Xiaogang, only to be defiled by that bastard Qian Xunji, ruining her entire life.

The only thing that puzzled the reborn Bibi Dong was that the person who took her as a disciple in this life was not that bastard Qian Xunji, but the old geezer Qian Daoliu.

As for her previous life, her bastard teacher had already run away from home for over a year.

That bastard Qian Xunji was not staying properly in the Pope Palace to handle files; instead, he had left Spirit City, and no one knew where he had gone.

As for his excuse for running away, it was "to go out and scout for a Pope's wife, striving to marry and have children within three years."

Others might not understand this aging bachelor Qian Xunji, but how could she, Bibi Dong, not understand him?

As the first and only woman Qian Xunji had in her past life, she knew him too well.

It would be a miracle if this bastard could ever take a fancy to those mediocre, average-looking women outside.

Although Qian Xunji was a bastard, a piece of trash, and a man who understood neither love nor romance, Bibi Dong had to admit that he was not a lecherous scoundrel like Dai Mubai.

In her past life, Qian Xunji had almost never been close to women.