The Elder Arrives After the Younger is Beaten

The night was as dark as ink, and all was silent.

Yang Teng sank his consciousness into his sea of spirit.

In an ocean of hazy silver radiance, a long spear floated quietly.

My father's divine spear from back then...

Yang Teng's consciousness gazed at the artifact that had descended alongside his soul, his thoughts churning.

If I could truly master the power contained within it, I would have nothing to fear, even when facing a Spirit Douluo-level powerhouse.

At that moment, Yang Teng felt a cold, violent, and terrifying killing intent. It was like falling into an icy cavern, his entire being plunged into its depths.

"Who?!"

Yang Teng's meditative state was shattered instantly. His eyes snapped open, a flash of purple-gold light flickering in their depths.

Yang Teng barked a sharp shout, his muscles tensing. His spirit power surged instinctively, and the faint phantom of the Space-Time Divine Dragon emerged behind him.

However, it was too late!

An irresistible, immense force instantly enveloped his entire body, as if an invisible giant hand had grabbed him along with the roof tiles beneath him!

The next second, the world spun. A howling wind roared in his ears. The scene before him shifted from the quiet courtyard roof to the blurred, rapidly receding night sky and city lights, finally ending above a pitch-black forest!

"Damn it all to hell!"

Yang Teng was slammed heavily onto a clearing in the woods. The massive impact made his throat taste sweet, and he couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

His internal organs felt displaced, and his bones seemed to have rattled apart. Had his physique not been so formidable, anyone else would have been left incapacitated by such a blow.

Yang Teng propped up his upper body with trembling arms, lifted his head with difficulty, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

A tall figure stood before him. The man wore a wide, pitch-black cloak, his hood pulled low to obscure most of his face, revealing only bloodless lips.

He stood there casually, with no spirit rings displayed and no aura leaking out.

"You are Yang Teng."

A hoarse, low voice came from beneath the hood, every word carrying a cold killing intent that hammered at Yang Teng's heart.

"Damn!"

Yang Teng spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva. There was no fear on his face, only a provoked, cynical ferocity.

"This killing intent... this aura... you must be a Title Douluo, right?"

He coughed twice, his voice intermittent from the pain, yet the mockery in his tone remained undiminished.

"What a grand display of might! A dignified Title Douluo, actually shameless enough to personally ambush a mere Spirit Ancestor like me."

"Hmph!"

The hooded man let out a cold snort filled with disdain. It carried a tangible chill, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.

"Sharp-tongued. You humiliated my son, left him severely injured, and now you dare to speak so insolently."

The man took a slow step forward, and the ground beneath him sank silently, leaving a clear footprint.

"In my eyes, it doesn't matter if you're a Spirit Ancestor. Even if you were only a Grand Spirit Master, the outcome would be the same for daring to touch my son."

Upon hearing this, Yang Teng was not afraid; instead, he acted as if he had heard something amusing and began to laugh softly. The laughter agitated his injuries, causing him to cough up more blood.

"I wondered who it was..."

Yang Teng caught his breath and said, word by word:

"Tang San's old man, right? As expected, you beat the small one, and the old one naturally has to jump out to settle the score. This habit of protecting your calf is truly inherited; it hasn't changed a bit."

"It seems the Strength Clan was the same when they bullied your son back then."

The hooded man's figure paused almost imperceptibly, and the dark red phantom of killing intent around him grew even more intense.

"You...!"

The hooded man was none other than Tang Hao!

He was the man hailed as the youngest Title Douluo on the entire continent, the greatest threat to Spirit Hall, and the Clear Sky Douluo who had once defeated three of Spirit Hall's Super Douluo single-handedly. The anger and killing intent he had been suppressing erupted in that moment!

"How do you know these things?! Who on earth told you?!"

Yang Teng felt his breath hitch and his vision blacken. A rough, powerful hand had already gripped his throat, lifting him off the ground as if he were a chick!

Yang Teng's face flushed red from lack of oxygen, and a "clicking" sound of bones struggling under the pressure came from his neck.

Tang Hao's fingers tightened slightly, his tone icy.

"Tell me everything you know! Otherwise, I have ten thousand ways to make you wish you were dead!"

A roguish smirk tugged at the corner of Yang Teng's blood-stained mouth.

From his constricted throat, he squeezed out a few broken yet exceptionally clear syllables:

"Space... Collapse!"

Centered on the narrow gap of less than half a foot between Yang Teng and Tang Hao, a point of extreme darkness emerged without warning!

This point of darkness expanded and twisted at a speed beyond perception, radiating a destructive aura that made the soul itself tremble!

A terrifying spatial suction force erupted. Tang Hao's pupils constricted sharply; his battle instincts, honed through countless trials as a top-tier powerhouse, shrieked a piercing warning!

Tang Hao didn't even have time to wonder how a Spirit Ancestor could unleash such a terrifying attack derived from space itself, instead hurling Yang Teng to the side like a cannonball.

At the same time, he kicked off the ground, retreating backward at a terrifying speed that far exceeded the speed of sound!

Centered on that small black hole, the space within a radius of several zhang was frantically torn and shredded by intense spatial power.

Surrounding ancient trees, rocks, and earth were all sucked into the vortex.

When everything finally returned to calm, only a perfectly circular giant crater with a diameter of over ten meters remained, with scalp-numbing spatial fluctuations still lingering in the air.

Tang Hao stood dozens of meters away. His hood had been blown off during his high-speed retreat, revealing a face weathered by time yet still resolute and stern.

He stared fixedly at the giant crater, then snapped his gaze toward Yang Teng, who was currently kneeling on one knee not far away, coughing violently. His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

Could this really be the ability of a Spirit Ancestor?!

A stormy sea surged within Tang Hao's heart.

Even with my physical body and spirit power as a Titled Douluo, I can still feel the terror within it.

Yang Teng let out two laughs, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse.

"Tang Hao, Clear Sky Douluo... tsk tsk."

Tang Hao said coldly.

"Kid, what are you laughing at? Did my throw knock you silly?"

Yang Teng tilted his head, looking at Tang Hao with the gaze one might reserve for an idiot.

The smile on Yang Teng's face suddenly turned cold, and his voice rose a few notches, carrying undisguised disdain and a roar:

"An outcast of the Clear Sky Sect—besides this little trick, what else can you even do?"

These words caused Tang Hao's complexion to turn livid instantly, his killing intent becoming even more violent than before! He clenched his fists, and the phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer, which shook the entire continent, seemed ready to manifest behind him!

"You are courting death!"

Tang Hao squeezed the three words through his teeth and prepared to strike again. This time, he would never give Yang Teng another chance to unleash his bizarre spirit skill!

Just at this critical juncture.

A cold, calm female voice, capable of soothing all agitation and killing intent, rang out through the forest.

"Apologies, I am late."

Yang Teng was incredibly familiar with this voice. He reverted to his previous grinning expression, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing what to have for breakfast tomorrow:

"It's fine, not late at all!"

"If you feel bad about it, just put on that Summer Cooling Set I bought for you the other day!"