Ah Yin: Tang Hao, hypocritical scoundrel! Blue Silver Temple!

Inside the Blue Silver Temple.

Ah Yin stared at the images on the Sky Screen, her entire body trembling violently with rage.

The deep affection of years past had vanished from her eyes, replaced only by remorse and disgust.

Back then... I thought he truly loved me, that he was truly willing to die for me and our child.

Ah Yin's voice echoed through the temple, laced with cold self-mockery.

But now, standing from the perspective of an onlooker, I realize just how foolish I was!

She extended a trembling hand, pointing at the minute details of Tang Hao's facial expression on the Sky Screen at the very moment of her sacrifice.

"Xiao'er, do you see it?"

"At the moment I decided to sacrifice myself, there was grief in his eyes, but even more, there was the wild ecstasy of success and a craving for power!"

"He never intended to take me away; he was waiting for my sacrifice!"

"He used my life to trade for that peerless hundred-thousand-year spirit ring of his, to trade for his fame as the Clear Sky Douluo that shook the world!"

Ah Yin closed her eyes, two lines of clear tears sliding down her cheeks, yet her tone grew increasingly firm.

"I was truly blind back then to have fallen for such a hypocritical, cruel, and selfish beast!"

"For the sake of his ambition, he forced me to sacrifice myself and heartlessly abandoned you in the wilderness."

"This debt, I will make him pay in blood!"

Watching his mother's expression, filled with resentment and awakening, Tang Xiao remained calm, merely reaching out a hand to gently pat Ah Yin's back.

"Mother, it is a good thing that you can see his true face."

Tang Xiao's voice was level, yet it carried an unshakable strength.

"The truth of that year has now been made public by the Heavenly Dao. The deep affection and justice that Tang Hao took such pride in are, at this moment, nothing more than a joke in the eyes of the world."

"As for his life, there is no rush."

Tang Xiao looked up at the frozen image on the Sky Screen, a chill flashing through his eyes.

"I will let him watch with his own eyes as everything he pursues is lost, step by step."

Zhong Lingyue, standing to the side, also stepped forward and comforted her softly, "Mother, His Majesty is right. Now that you have returned to our side, there are many days ahead. This hypocritical villain will naturally meet his retribution."

Ah Yin took a deep breath, suppressing the fury in her heart, and nodded.

"Very well, Mother will listen to you both."

Within the Spirit Hall Empire, inside the Pope's Palace.

The atmosphere was stifling to the extreme.

Qian Renxue stood quietly in the center of the great hall, watching the massive Sky Screen in the heavens.

In the image, her father, Qian Xunji, was being sent flying again and again by Tang Hao's massive black iron hammer, vomiting blood, utterly disheveled, and ultimately left critically injured.

Qian Renxue did not hold much warmth for her father, and due to her mother, Bibi Dong, she had always harbored an unresolved knot in her heart regarding him.

Yet, he was her biological father after all—the one who gave her life, raised her, and passed down the Angel Spirit to her.

Watching her father be so humiliated and beaten to the point of critical injury in front of countless people, Qian Renxue felt as if her heart were being ruthlessly gripped, aching with a suffocating pressure.

"Tang Hao..."

Qian Renxue gritted her silver teeth, and wisps of golden, sacred flames began to rise around her body.

The scorching temperature scorched the hard obsidian floor of the great hall black.

"The hatred of a father's murder is irreconcilable!"

Golden rage ignited in Qian Renxue's eyes.

"You crippled my father, causing him to suffer injuries that could not be healed. This debt, I, Qian Renxue, will definitely make you pay with your blood!"

"Regardless of whether you are ranked fourteenth or otherwise, I will personally use the Angel Holy Sword to sever your head and offer it as a sacrifice to my father's spirit in heaven!"

Violent spirit power fluctuations swept through the Pope's Palace, signaling the boiling killing intent of this successor to the Angel God.

Under the gaze of the entire world, the golden Sky Screen above the firmament changed once more.

The frozen image gradually dissipated, transforming back into golden runes filling the sky.

Immediately following, rows of massive golden characters slowly emerged in the center of the Sky Screen.

[Fourteenth Place: Tang Hao, rewards being distributed!]

Seeing these words, the people of the world, who had been angry and shocked by the truth of the past, found their breathing growing rapid.

Especially those reclusive powerhouses and the leaders of the major factions—every one of them widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the Sky Screen.

Golden Crocodile Douluo had been ranked fifteenth, and the reward he received had already sent his strength soaring to that of a ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo.

If so, what kind of astonishing reward would Tang Hao, ranked fourteenth, receive?

Under the nervous gaze of countless people, the golden characters on the Sky Screen appeared one by one.

[Reward 1: Soul Power increased by one level (Tang Hao's current cultivation is level 97; after the increase, he becomes a level 98 Super Douluo)!]

[Reward 2: The age of all soul rings on Tang Hao's body is increased by 10,000 years!]

[Reward 3: Martial Soul "Clear Sky Hammer" receives a Heavenly Dao baptism and evolves into the "Supreme Clear Sky Hammer"!]

[Reward 4: Bestowed with one 100,000-year "Primordial Giant Spirit God Left Arm Bone"!]

BOOM!

As these four rewards were announced, the entire Douluo Continent erupted.

"Good heavens! Increasing soul power by one level is one thing, but to actually increase the age of all soul rings by 10,000 years?"

"Doesn't this mean his soul ring configuration will become terrifyingly extreme? It might even result in an all-black or all-red setup!"

"And the Martial Soul evolution! The Clear Sky Hammer was already the continent's number one power-attack tool martial soul; once it evolves into the 'Supreme Clear Sky Hammer,' how strong will it become?"

"Not to mention the 100,000-year soul bone! These rewards are absolutely absurd!"

Countless exclamations rang out in every corner of the continent.

Inside a hidden valley.

Tang Hao, who had originally been full of manic frustration and unwillingness, stood frozen in place after clearly seeing the rewards on the Sky Screen.

The next moment, wild joy instantly spread across his face.

"Hahahaha!"

"Good! A truly good Heavenly Dao Gold List!"

Tang Hao looked up and laughed, his laughter filled with long-suppressed wildness and triumph.

"Level 98! Supreme Clear Sky Hammer! And a 100,000-year soul bone!"

"With these rewards, what do I, Tang Hao, have to fear from anyone in this world?"

Before his laughter could even fade, a massive golden pillar of light suddenly tore through the clouds above the firmament, descending straight into the valley where Tang Hao stood.

HUM!

The golden beam completely enveloped Tang Hao.

In that moment, Tang Hao felt an indescribably vast energy surge into his body like a bursting flood.

The bottleneck within him, which had been stagnant at the peak of level 97, was as fragile as paper before this energy.

Level 98!

Powerful soul power fluctuations transformed into ripples of golden light, spreading in all directions and grinding the trees and boulders in the valley into powder.

Immediately after, nine soul rings automatically emerged beneath Tang Hao's feet.

The original nine soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red—began to undergo an astonishing transformation under the bathing of the golden light rain.

The first and second soul rings, representing the hundred-year level in yellow, rapidly deepened in the golden light, eventually turning black.

The original third and fourth soul rings transformed into pure black.

The subsequent ten-thousand-year soul rings grew deeper in color, with faint red light flowing through them.

And that ninth red ring, representing 100,000 years, became as vivid as dripping blood, swelling several times in size and emitting a terrifying pressure.