It was night.
Outside the Strong Clan's grounds, adjacent to the Heaven Dou Spirit Hall Temple within Heaven Dou City.
A burly black figure slowly emerged.
"Tainuo... Tainuo, you bastard! And the Strength Clan!"
The man growled in a low voice.
"You traitors who pledged yourselves to Martial Soul Hall—I could barely turn a blind eye to you before, but now you dare bully my son. Even after my son revealed the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, knowing full well that he is the son of Tang Hao... You truly have no regard for me, your former master!"
"Has becoming Martial Soul Hall's lapdogs made you this fearless?"
A savage expression surfaced on his face.
Tang Hao had likely forgotten just how overbearing those Soul Masters who relied on the Clear Sky Sect had been back when the sect was at its peak.
He fell silent. Then, with a loose grasp of his right hand, the Clear Sky Hammer... well, the bamboo-shoot-shaped Clear Sky Hammer appeared. The next moment, nine Soul Rings rose beneath his feet. Aside from one blood-red ring, they were merely an ordinary optimal configuration.
As he looked at the nine Soul Rings revolving around him—especially the two yellow and two purple ones—Tang Hao had never felt there was anything wrong with them before. Now, though, they seemed incomparably glaring.
Over the years, Tang Hao had traveled far and wide and happened to learn some secrets.
It seemed that, setting aside inheritors of God Positions, even figures like divinely chosen Great Priestesses could, with the help of divine trials, attain Soul Ring configurations far beyond the norm. For example, eight black and one red; or six black and three red!
And what about him?
He was the dignified inheritor of the Rakshasa God.
The future Rakshasa God!