Tang Hao Wants to Take Tang San Back to the Clear Sky Sect?

Zhao Wuji subconsciously blurted out a curse. His bear-like eyes went wide as he rubbed them hard, thinking he was seeing things.

"Ei... eight rings?"

Even his voice was trembling.

"Flender, pinch me! Am I seeing this wrong? Clear Sky Douluo! Wasn't he a Title Douluo? Where's his ninth ring? That hundred-thousand-year soul ring?"

"Quiet!"

Flender's voice was even drier than Zhao Wuji's as he stared fixedly at the figure in the distance.

"It's not just that he's missing a soul ring..."

Flender's lips trembled. As the dean of Shrek Academy, he had seen far more than Zhao Wuji.

He saw it more clearly.

It was not as simple as losing his ninth ring.

The Soul Power fluctuations radiating from Tang Hao, the depth of that aura, had already fallen far short of a Title Douluo's level!

His cultivation had... fallen!

Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo who had shaken the continent, been hailed as the youngest Title Douluo, and severely wounded three Title Douluo of Spirit Hall by himself...

Had actually fallen from the realm of a Title Douluo!

This horrified Flender even more than seeing him with severed hands and feet!

What exactly had happened?

Spirit Hall... actually had the ability to forcibly knock a peak Title Douluo down a realm?!

Flender felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. Every hair on his body stood on end.

Too terrifying!

At the center of the plaza.

Tang San was still immersed in the enormous shock of "My dad is a Soul Douluo."

"Little San."

Tang Hao finally spoke. He withdrew his soul rings, and the oppressive pressure that had left Tang San unable to breathe vanished with them.

His remaining left hand gently settled on Tang San's head.

"I