Ignorance is Terrifying!

A naturally evil little brat.

Su Chen weighed the empty chili water bottle in his hand, flashed his front teeth, and smiled at Tang Hao. "Thanks for the compliment."

Tang Hao knelt on the ground, his features twisted, yet as a tough man, he stubbornly refused to make a sound.

Mocking his combat prowess?

Just try letting him go and see what happens!

Su Chen ignored this old rat and opened the system shop to continue picking out little props.

After all, the night was long, and only amusement could keep him company.

[High-Grade Essential Balm, 2 Abstract Points.]

[High-Grade Wasabi Paste, 2 Abstract Points.]

[Potent Itch Powder, 2 Abstract Points.]

Not bad, all good stuff!

Bought them all.

Tang Hao glared viciously at Su Chen. Once he could control his body again, he would definitely hammer this damned brat to death.

Wait!

What was this naturally evil little brat pulling out now?

A bottle of greenish liquid appeared in Su Chen's hand.

He popped the cap, and a pungent scent of mint permeated the air.

Essential Balm.

The ultimate weapon for dealing with wounds.

"What exactly are you trying to do..." Tang Hao's voice sounded a bit weak.

This naturally evil little brat was always pulling out things he had never seen before.

He frantically urged the soul power within his body, but his knees remained nailed firmly into the mud.

With his hands held high above his head, he was forced to grip that mace covered in barbs.

It was still completely useless.

The power of the rules ignored levels and ignored soul rings.

"You naturally evil little brat," he could only grit his teeth and spit out those words.

Uneducated, truly terrifying!

He couldn't even curse without repeating the same line.

Su Chen said nothing, merely tilting his wrist to aim the bottle opening at Tang Hao's blood-drenched hands.

The green liquid followed the iron spikes, dripping precisely into the gaping, raw wounds.

Even the toughest man couldn't withstand this soul-piercing sensation.

Tang Hao's entire body began to convulse violently.

The Essential Balm mixed with chili water and fine salt—that sensation was a hundred times more agonizing than being flayed alive.

His iron-willed, tough-guy resolve nearly crumbled under the stimulation.

"You naturally evil little brat, what kind of poison did you use on me?"

Tears streamed uncontrollably from Tang Hao's eyes, and snot mixed with sweat dripped all over the ground.

As a Title Douluo, he could die standing, but he couldn't be reduced to a tear-streaked mess; it was too humiliating.

What a disgrace!

[Ding! Detected that Tang Hao is suffering inhuman torture, his defenses have collapsed. Obtained Abstract Points: 3000!]

Listening to the system notification in his mind, Su Chen was in a great mood.

The old rat was indeed a massive gold mine.

"Can't take it anymore?" Su Chen tossed the empty bottle onto the ground and produced a tube of green paste in his hand.

High-Grade Wasabi Paste.

"Come on, rat, Grandpa Su will add some more seasoning for you."

Su Chen didn't hold back, squeezing a large glob of wasabi paste onto Tang Hao's mangled, bloody wounds with a "squelch."

"I'll kill you!" Tang Hao let out a beast-like roar, his eyes red enough to drip blood.

He was the dignified Clear Sky Douluo, a peerless powerhouse who had once hammered the Pope of Spirit Hall to death.

Today, he was actually being tortured like a dog by an evil little brat!

Su Chen pursed his lips; anyone could talk big.

He continued to pour the itch powder onto Tang Hao's neck and back.

The powder touched his skin, causing an unbearable, maddening itch.

Tang Hao wanted to scratch it.

However, his hands were locked tight by the causality-based soul skill, clamped firmly onto the mace, leaving him unable to free them at all.

It itched.

More agonizing than sharp pain was this itch that burrowed deep into his marrow.

He tried to twist his body, hoping to alleviate the itching!

Alas!

He still couldn't move!

"You evil little brat! I'll tear you into ten thousand pieces!" Tang Hao cursed loudly.

He could only rely on words to distract himself from the sensation of pain and itching racking his body.

Su Chen let out a yawn: "It seems the barbs on this mace aren't long enough."

With a flick of his will.

The barbs on the mace suddenly extended by an inch.

"Puchi!"

The iron spikes pierced completely through Tang Hao's palms, and blood dripped down the shaft of the weapon into the dirt.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth until they cracked, his face flushing a deep red.

What was a mere mace barb piercing his palm? It was nothing.

He was a tough man; he still didn't make a sound.

Su Chen looked down at him from above: "Where did that high-and-mighty attitude go? Didn't you want me to pledge my loyalty to you?"

Tang Hao gasped for air, kneeling on the ground and sucking in cold breaths.

He was afraid.

The little brat before him wasn't human at all; he was a devil through and through!

No, he was a natural-born Evil Soul Master.

That absolute control, ignoring ranks and soul power, shattered everything he knew about martial soul cultivation.

"The interest has been collected; now it's time to talk some sense!"

Su Chen spat a mouthful of saliva onto Tang Hao's face.

Damn you!

You animal!!

To humiliate a Titled Douluo like this!

Tang Hao was absolutely livid!!!!

That was just the interest?

This naturally evil brat was truly an Evil Soul Master.

Tang Hao felt it was becoming difficult to breathe; he was going to be angered to death!

[Ding! Detected that Tang Hao's Dao heart has shattered. Obtained 5,000 Abstract Points!]

Su Chen looked at the surging balance and nodded in satisfaction.

It was time to get down to business.

"Rat, I'm a reasonable person. You tried to kill me just now, and that made me very unhappy!"

Su Chen pretended to be deep in thought, and suddenly, he felt as if a little yellow lightbulb had appeared above his head.

His gaze slowly drifted downward, stopping at Tang Hao's lower body.

Feeling Su Chen's gaze, a chill ran down Tang Hao's spine.

"You... what are you trying to do?!"

"Nothing much, I just think this rod of yours is a menace, so I'll destroy it for you. Consider it the price for coming to kill me!"

Su Chen smiled sinisterly.

Tang Hao panicked.

He was truly panicked.

Even when facing the siege of Qian Xunji and the Heng Ha Duo back then, he had never been as terrified as he was now.

"Brat, you dare! I am a member of the Clear Sky Sect! If you dare to touch me, the Clear Sky Sect will never let you go!"

"The Clear Sky Sect?" Su Chen laughed: "A bunch of cowards who had to seal their mountain because of you? You expect them to save you?"

As the words fell.

Su Chen raised the mace in his hand high.

The control effect of 100% Barehanded Blade Catch dissipated in that very second.

The moment he regained control of his body, Tang Hao erupted with an unprecedented will to survive.

"Great Sumeru Hammer! Ring Detonation!"

He did not hesitate to detonate his first and second century-level spirit rings.

Violent spirit power swept through his entire body like a volcanic eruption, and the Clear Sky Hammer swung toward Su Chen's head with the force of world-ending destruction.

He did not believe that a mere Grand Spirit Master could withstand a blow fueled by his Ring Detonation!

He was going to smash this brat, who had brought him endless humiliation, into a pulp!

However.

Su Chen did not even dodge.

"Shared Adversity."

A transparent protective barrier manifested out of thin air, wrapping Su Chen tightly within it.

The Clear Sky Hammer slammed into the barrier without even stirring a ripple.

On the contrary, the moment that overwhelming, terrifying force made contact with the barrier, it was reflected back in its entirety!

"Bang!"

Tang Hao, along with his hammer, was sent flying, crashing heavily into the soil behind him and leaving a massive crater.