Tang San: You Are Seeking Death!

Not far ahead, a small, ordinary-looking mountain village surrounded by towering peaks came into view.

Tang San stared at the few wisps of crooked smoke rising from the chimneys, as well as the dilapidated houses built from stone and yellow mud, and froze.

This was... the Clear Sky Sect?

The legendary number one sect in the world?

How did this place seem even worse than Shrek Academy's few shabby wooden huts?

Tang Hao noticed his son's confusion. His ashen face twitched faintly, a rare expression.

"It's only a disguise."

With that, he offered no further explanation and led Tang San toward the village.

At the village entrance, several men repairing farm tools and a few women hanging laundry stopped what they were doing the instant they saw Tang Hao and Tang San, two unfamiliar faces.

They exchanged wary glances. Then, dozens of people emerged from every corner of the village, quickly surrounding the father and son.

Every face was filled with undisguised hostility.

A burly middle-aged man in his forties stepped out from the crowd.

Soul Power surged around him, and five soul rings rose beneath his feet—two yellow, two purple, and one black.

A Soul King.

"Stop!"

The middle-aged man barked sharply.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Tang Hao raised his head and looked at the face before him, both familiar and unfamiliar. There was not the slightest ripple in his dim eyes.

"I am Tang Hao."

Tang Hao?

The name was like a stone cast into still water, stirring waves through the crowd.

Shock appeared on every face, followed by disgust, and finally, naked fury.

"Tang Hao?"

The leading middle-aged man froze for a moment, then looked as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world.

He stepped forward, pointing at Tang Hao's