Tang San in Danger, Chrysanthemum Douluo Arrives!

Star Dou Forest, Star Lake.

Bibi Dong gazed at a black ring of light.

This was the soul ring of an eighty-thousand-year Dark Demon Evil God Tiger; absorbing it would undoubtedly elevate her strength.

"As for that hundred-thousand-year one..."

She had already consulted Ye Qiong in private. Once the Warp opened, everyone possessed a virtual backpack capable of storing various items.

Thus, she had already tucked that hundred-thousand-year soul ring away into her backpack.

After all, producing another hundred-thousand-year soul ring in front of everyone would be far too shocking. It was better to wait until she returned to Spirit Hall to absorb it in secret.

"Yue Guan, Gui Mei."

Two figures appeared instantly before her, dropping to one knee.

"Your Majesty."

"What is the situation in the surrounding area?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo replied respectfully, "Reporting to Your Majesty, we discovered a wooden hut nearby that seems highly suspicious."

Ghost Douluo added, "Furthermore, there is a lingering scent of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast near that hut. It must have fled recently; it seems that house belonged to the beast that escaped."

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Oh? Mark this location. Perhaps in the future, we can wait here for a rabbit and capture a hundred-thousand-year soul beast."

"Very well, guard me."

"Yes!"

Bibi Dong sat cross-legged and began to absorb the soul ring.

Just then, a soul master responsible for scouting hurried over and knelt on one knee to report.

"Reporting to Elder Chrysanthemum, we discovered a youth on the eastern outskirts who is currently battling a Man Faced Demon Spider!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo waved his hand impatiently upon hearing this. "Is such a trivial matter worth reporting?"

The soul master hurriedly said, "Please calm your anger, Elder Chrysanthemum! The key is... the martial soul that youth is using is a Clear Sky Hammer!"

"What did you say?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exclaimed in unison.

Star Dou Forest outskirts.

Tang San had exhausted every ounce of his strength.

Through his unremitting efforts, the Man Faced Demon Spider finally collapsed with a crash, gasping its last breaths.

"Hoo... finally finished it."

Tang San let out a sigh of relief and prepared to step forward to deliver the final blow to the soul beast.

Suddenly, a dark blade tore through the air, piercing the body of the Man Faced Demon Spider a split second before him.

The Man Faced Demon Spider didn't even have time to let out a cry before its massive body dissipated into ash.

"Hahahahahaha!"

A shrill, arrogant laugh echoed through the forest.

Tang San was startled and looked up abruptly, only to see a flamboyant figure who had appeared before him without him even noticing.

The newcomer was dressed in ornate robes with an eerie aura, his fingers curled into an orchid gesture, his face full of mockery.

The terrifying aura radiating from the man made Tang San's heart go numb.

This person was strong—stronger than anyone he had ever encountered!

"Senior, may I ask who you are?" Tang San gripped the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, asking with vigilance.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's gaze fell upon the hammer in his hand, and the smile on his face became increasingly mocking.

"Hehehe, the Clear Sky Hammer—it really isn't easy to find. Today, I've finally managed to find one..."

Seeing the malicious expression on the man's face, Tang San's heart sank to the bottom of a well.

This person had a grudge against those who used the Clear Sky Hammer?

Run! He had to run immediately!

Tang San did not hesitate for a second. He activated his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and at the same time, he waved his left hand, shooting out several Blue Silver vines that coiled around the surrounding tree trunks.

He intended to use the tension of the vines to accelerate his escape.

However, the moment Chrysanthemum Douluo saw the Blue Silver Grass, the mockery on his face vanished instantly.

Blue Silver Grass... Clear Sky Hammer...

"Tang Hao... Blue Silver Emperor..."

A flicker of unpleasant memories surged into his mind, and Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression turned grim.

His figure flashed, and he appeared directly in front of Tang San.

Tang San was horrified at the sight, and before he could even react, he was pinned down by the sheer pressure of a flick from the other man's finger.

With a dull thud, he collapsed onto the ground, unable to move a muscle.

The terror of death instantly gripped his heart.

This person...

He had severely underestimated the man's strength!

This person was likely a legendary...

Title Douluo!

"Heh, heh, heh. So, it's the bastard son of Tang Hao and that Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor."

Tang San felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his mind went completely blank.

He... he actually knew his father!

Wait a moment...

Blue Silver Emperor...

His mother was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

It was over, completely over!

Having fallen into the hands of his parents' enemy, did he even have a chance of survival?

"Tell me..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo extended his tongue, perversely licking his golden-clawed hand, a wicked smile like a cat playing with a mouse hanging on his face.

"What if I were to snatch his precious son away right here..."

Although he spoke these words, he felt uneasy inside; after all, he had personally experienced the strength of that madman, Tang Hao.

He did not know if Tang Hao was in the vicinity.

However, he had a hostage in his hands now, and with the Pope present, what was there to be afraid of?

He would take him back first and let the Pope decide!

Such an unexpected windfall had to be handled by the Pope personally.

Chrysanthemum Douluo sneered, raised his hand, and knocked Tang San unconscious, intending to take him away.

However, just as he reached down to grab Tang San, a powerful sense of crisis surged into his heart.

He instinctively looked up, only to see a massive, pitch-black hammer shadow descending from the sky with the force to destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth!

"Oh no!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression changed drastically; without a second thought, he channeled all his Soul Power to defend himself.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing through dozens of large trees before finally coming to a wretched halt.

"Pfft!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, struggled to lift his head, and looked toward the front.

A tall figure wearing a tattered black robe and a hood had appeared on the scene at some point, his body radiating a chilling killing intent.

"Tang Hao... Heh, it really is you." Chrysanthemum Douluo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered.

Tang Hao ignored him, merely glancing down at the unconscious Tang San, a flicker of heartache crossing his eyes.

When he looked up again, he instantly unleashed his Divine Slaughter's Domain.

"Ju Hua Guan! Who gave you the gall to lay a hand on my son!"

Tang Hao's voice was bone-chilling, as if it had come from the depths of the nine hells, pressing down on Chrysanthemum Douluo until he could barely breathe.

Though Chrysanthemum Douluo had already begun to consider retreating, he refused to yield in his words.

"Tch, Tang Hao, you are still as arrogant as ever."

"But go ahead and stay arrogant. Our Spirit Hall will trample your Clear Sky Sect sooner or later!"

Having said that, Chrysanthemum Douluo turned without hesitation, transformed into a streak of light, and fled the scene at high speed, leaving only a string of arrogant laughter echoing through the forest.

"Tang Hao! Your son has been exposed; you had better stay by his side at all times!"

"Otherwise, just wait to collect his corpse! Hahahaha!"

Tang Hao clenched his fists tightly, the killing intent around him nearly solidifying.

He had not expected the people from Spirit Hall to appear here, nor had he expected them to discover Xiao San's existence.

This was trouble.

He could not openly stay by Tang San's side; doing so would only hinder his growth.

"Sigh, Ah Yin, what exactly should I do?"

Tang Hao looked at his unconscious son, feeling lost for the very first time.