At the same time, within the borders of the Star Luo Empire, where the Clear Sky Sect was located.
"Clang—! Clang—! Clang, clang, clang..."
Amid the stormlike hammering, four rings of light, two yellow and two purple, coiled around a tall youth.
Not far to the side, an equally tall but even burlier young man watched the youth's every movement with bright, intent eyes, sometimes nodding with a smile, sometimes furrowing his thick, straight brows.
Although Young Master's strength is improving at a frightening speed, he's still young at heart after all. He's too impatient. He can't settle down and comprehend the changes in force, and only blindly relies on his powerful strength to forcibly control the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand...
"Clang—!"
A thunderous crash that seemed to split clouds and crack stone exploded out, cutting off the burly young man's thoughts.
"Tai Tan." The youth held the hammer in one hand, turned to look at the burly young man, lifted his chin, and asked, "Come take a look..."
"Yes, Young Master!" Hearing this, the burly young man named Tai Tan immediately answered and stepped forward.
Just as Tai Tan covered his hand in Soul Power and picked up a scorching greatsword radiating intense heat, the youth paid no attention to any of it. Instead, his gaze shifted slightly toward the window at the side, looking far out at the rolling, lofty mountains beyond, thoughts surging through his mind:
I'm still too weak. At the next assembly, I, Tang Hao, absolutely won't be a mere Soul Ancestor. I'll become a Soul Saint, become a Soul Douluo, become... a Titled Douluo!!
Just as the sixteen-year-old Tang Hao made that vow in his heart, Yu Luomian, ten thousand li away, finished handling some family affairs and then used official