Clear Sky Douluo? I Say He's Clear Sky's Scammer!

The night was deathly silent.

The faint sound of a roof tile shattering outside was like the knuckles of the Grim Reaper knocking at the door.

Su Yun sat on the bed, his spine taut as a fully drawn bow.

He did not move, intentionally slowing his breathing; only his hand, hidden beneath the quilt, gripped the cold Pope's Order tightly.

He was here.

The madman of legend, who had hammered his way to invincibility and dared to beat even the Pope, had arrived.

"Hoo..."

A gust of night wind blew the half-open window wide.

The cold moonlight was suddenly eclipsed by a hulking shadow, as massive as an iron tower.

The shadow did not enter, merely crouching silently upon the window frame.

He wore a tattered black cloak, his body reeking of strong spirits and a suffocating aura of slaughter, as if he had just walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Though his face remained obscured, the pair of eyes glowing with scarlet light beneath the shadow of his hood were like two boning knives, scraping fiercely across Su Yun's face.

There was no small talk.

There was no opening line.

A terrifying pressure of soul power descended like Mount Tai crashing down!

Boom!

The tables and chairs in the room instantly turned to dust, and even the expensive rosewood bed let out an unbearable, creaking groan.

This was the domain of a Title Douluo!

Had this been an ordinary level-twenty Great Soul Master, they would have been crushed into a pulp of meat by now.

But Su Yun was, after all, the possessor of a god-level martial soul.

"Hum!"

The Judgment Angel martial soul within his body automatically moved to protect its master; a faint layer of golden light emanated from his skin, forcibly carving out a small standing space amidst the tsunami-like pressure.

Su Yun's face was pale, cold sweat sliding down his forehead, yet a crazed arc tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He raised his head, staring directly into those scarlet eyes, his voice hoarse but laced with a hint of mockery:

"Not sleeping in the middle of the night, but crawling on someone else's window..."

"Old man, do you have a voyeurism fetish?"

The shadow on the windowsill clearly froze for a moment.

Evidently, he had not expected this ant-like brat to still be so sharp-tongued when death was at his doorstep.

"Hmph."

A cold snort exploded in Su Yun's ears like a muffled thunderclap.

"Sharp-tongued brat."

"Daring to touch my son, daring to steal things from my Tang Clan..."

The shadow slowly raised his right hand, and a pitch-black, demonic-patterned hammer coalesced in his palm.

Although he had not released his Soul Rings, the aura of destruction radiating from the hammer caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.

Clear Sky Hammer!

It really was Tang Hao!

"Die!"

Tang Hao did not hesitate; the heavy hammer in his hand swelled in the wind, and with the momentum to smash this villa—foundations and all—into pieces, he swung it down!

This strike was called "Chaos Cloak."

This strike was called "No Martial Virtue."

Who could have imagined that the dignified Clear Sky Douluo would actually go for the kill against a six-year-old child?

Su Yun's pupils constricted.

He couldn't block it!

He absolutely couldn't block it!

Never mind that he was only level twenty; even if he were a Soul Douluo, he would have to kneel before this strike.

Was he really going to get a "Game Over" right after transmigrating?

Just as the terrifying gale made Su Yun's cheeks sting, and just as the black shadow of the hammer was about to smash him into a meat paste, at that critical, hair-breadth moment:

Su Yun abruptly raised the token in his hand, gathered his breath into his dantian, and roared with every ounce of strength he possessed:

"Gui Mei! If you don't come out now, I'm dead!!!"

That shout was heart-wrenching, and it was shouted with righteous indignation.

Since I'm living off a woman, I'd better have the resolve to do it properly!

When there's trouble, call for the guardian!

The moment Su Yun shouted those words, a mass of black mist, deeper than the night itself, suddenly surged from the corner of the pitch-black room.

The black mist moved with incredible speed, like a ghost crossing through space, appearing instantly before Su Yun and transforming into a Black Shield.

"CLANG!!!"

The Clear Sky Hammer slammed fiercely into the Black Shield.

A deafening sound of clashing metal rang out, piercing the sky.

A terrifying shockwave rippled outward in a ring, instantly ripping the roof off the entire courtyard and sending roof tiles flying like shrapnel.

Amidst the rolling dust and smoke, Su Yun was shielded by a gentle force, remaining completely unharmed.

Tang Hao, however, who had been on the windowsill, let out a muffled groan as the recoil sent him flying backward over a dozen meters, landing on the rockery in the courtyard and crushing it to pieces.

"Who?!"

Tang Hao steadied himself, a flash of shock and suspicion in his eyes.

Before Su Yun, the mass of black mist slowly coalesced into a slender, effeminate figure.

He was shrouded in Ghostly Armor, his face obscured, with only a pair of ghostly green Ghost Fire flickering in his eye sockets.

Level 95 Agility Attack System Title Douluo, Gui Mei!

"Tang Hao."

Ghost Douluo's voice was ethereal and drifting, carrying a chill from the Nine Netherworld Hell:

"It's been many years. You're still as pathetic as ever."

"Back then, you were chased around like a stray dog by His Holiness the Pope, and now you've fallen so low as to bully a child?"

"You've completely disgraced the name of the Clear Sky Douluo."

Tang Hao stared fixedly at Ghost Douluo, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the Clear Sky Hammer bulging.

"Gui Mei?!"

"Spirit Hall actually sent you to protect this brat?"

He had assumed that at most, Su Yun had a Soul Douluo as a guard; he never expected Ghost Douluo himself to be stationed here!

What did this mean?

It meant that Bibi Dong's regard for this boy far exceeded his imagination!

"Since you know it's me, why haven't you scrammed?"

Nine Soul Rings pulsed around Ghost Douluo—two yellow, two purple, and five black—as he unleashed the full aura of a Title Douluo, standing his ground against Tang Hao.

If Tang Hao were in his prime, Gui Mei might have been three parts wary.

But the current Tang Hao was severely injured, suffering from unhealed old wounds, and had been drinking heavily for years; his strength had long since been greatly diminished.

If it really came down to a life-or-death struggle, it was hard to say who would survive!

Tang Hao clearly understood this.

He glanced at Su Yun, who was being protected behind Ghost Douluo, the killing intent in his eyes surging wildly, but in the end, reason prevailed.

This was Notting City, and a branch of Spirit Hall was nearby. If he were held up and attracted more experts, he truly wouldn't be able to escape.

"Fine! Very well!"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and took one last deep look at Su Yun, as if trying to carve that face into his very bones.

"Brat, you're lucky."

"But remember this: there are some things that aren't yours to take."

"One day, I will take them back with my own hands!"

After delivering his parting threat, Tang Hao didn't hesitate; his figure flashed, turning into a streak of black light that vanished into the night.

That was the Clear Sky Douluo for you.

Fight if you can win, run if you can't—flexibility was the name of the game.

In the courtyard, the dust settled.

Su Yun poked his head out from behind Ghost Douluo, looking in the direction where Tang Hao had disappeared, and let out a long, heavy breath.

His legs felt a bit weak.

Really.

When that hammer came down just now, he truly felt like he was about to meet his Great-Grandmother.

"Many thanks to Elder Gui for saving my life."

Su Yun patted the dust off his clothes and cupped his hands towards Ghost Douluo.

Ghost Douluo turned around, his pair of eerie green ghost fires scanning Su Yun up and down, his voice carrying a hint of strangeness.

"You don't need to thank me."

"It's His Holiness the Pope's order."

Gui Mei paused, his tone becoming somewhat complicated.

"Your Highness, you should stir up less trouble."

"His Holiness said to focus your mind on cultivation, and not spend all day thinking about braiding the Rabbit's hair."

After speaking, Ghost Douluo seemed to find the words difficult to utter. His figure flickered, transforming back into black mist and disappearing into the shadows.

Su Yun: "..."

Braiding hair?

How did Bibi Dong know I was braiding Xiao Wu's hair?

Su Yun froze for three seconds before suddenly realizing.

Holy crap!

She was eavesdropping!

This old woman was definitely eavesdropping!

She not only read my diary but also sent people to monitor me in real-time?

This wasn't being a Holy Son, it was practically being imprisoned!

"Bibi Dong, you've gone too far!"

Su Yun was filled with grief and indignation.

The joy of surviving the ordeal instantly vanished by half, replaced by a suffocating feeling of being completely monitored by a parent.

"No, I can't swallow this."

"Since you're spying on me, I'll disgust you!"

Su Yun angrily returned to his bedroom, which only had half a wall remaining. He plopped down on the ruins, pulled out his diary, and began to write furiously!