Tang Hao: I'm Here to Seek Justice for My Son, What Do You Mean I Was Directly Imprisoned?

Late at night, beneath a bright moon and sparse stars, a gray figure appeared soundlessly at the entrance of the brand-new Shrek Academy.

It was the middle-aged man with the stubbled face who had stood in the crowd during the day.

He raised his head and glanced at the plaque above the gate engraved with "Shrek Academy." The corner of his mouth twitched, revealing a faint, disdainful sneer.

"Shrek..."

He murmured the word, no emotion audible in his tone.

Then he stepped inside.

The academy's walls were not high, but to a Titled Douluo, that height was no different from nothing at all.

With only a light leap, he vaulted over the wall and landed steadily in the plaza inside the academy.

Moonlight flowed like water, spilling over the enormous statue at the center of the plaza.

Tang Hao stopped.

He raised his head and looked at the statue. It was a young man with handsome features, a faint smile seeming to hover at the corner of his mouth, his whole person exuding an unhurried composure.

The statue had been carved in great detail; even the folds of its clothing looked lifelike. Under the moonlight, it seemed as though it might come alive in the next second.

Tang Hao frowned.

He did not know this person.

But for some reason, looking at that face gave him a vague sense of discomfort.

"Playing at gods and ghosts."

Tang Hao cursed under his breath and looked away.

He had not come here to look at statues.

During the day, he had seen everything from within the crowd. His son, Tang San, had been eliminated by this academy.

Though Tang Hao did not say it aloud, he was proud of his son in his heart. Yet this academy had actually eliminated his son.

A cold gleam flashed through Tang Hao's eyes.

In his life, he had done very few things worthy of his son. Tang San had lost his mother from a young age and had been raised by him alone.

He drank, he wallowed in despair, he ran away, and he had not even properly cared about his son's martial soul awakening.

That Tang San could have what he had today was entirely due to his own hard work and Yu Xiaogang's guidance.

Tang Hao felt guilty, so when he learned that Tang San had been bullied, he came.

He would not let anyone bully his son.

"A mere unknown academy..."

"And you dare eliminate the son of me, Tang Hao?"

His right hand clenched slightly.

A massive black hammer appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The Clear Sky Hammer. Its body was black as ink, without any decorative patterns, simple and unadorned, yet it radiated a suffocating pressure.

This was the number one tool martial soul under heaven, the Clear Sky Hammer.

And the man holding it was Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao.

The youngest Titled Douluo, the legendary figure who had once heavily injured Spirit Hall's previous Supreme Pontiff, Qian Xunji, with a single hammer blow.

Tang Hao hoisted the Clear Sky Hammer onto his shoulder and strode toward the depths of the academy.

Tonight, he would make this academy understand the consequences of offending him, Tang Hao.

Just then, a voice came from ahead.

"Visiting late at night, may I ask what business Your Excellency has here?"

The voice was not loud, and its tone was very calm, even carrying a hint of amusement.

Tang Hao's steps halted.

He raised his head and saw a young man standing at the far end of the plaza. Moonlight spilled over him, outlining his silhouette with perfect clarity.

He looked exactly like that statue.

Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly.

"You are this academy's dean?"

Tang Hao's voice was deep and carried a pressure of its own.

The young man smiled.

"That is correct."

"Then this is simple."

The corner of Tang Hao's mouth twitched, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Your people were blind and eliminated my son. Now I'll start with you, the dean. If you want to blame someone, blame yourselves for having eyes but failing to see."

Lin Feng looked at Tang Hao, the smile on his face unchanged.

He had known long ago that Tang Hao would come.

In the original work, Tang Hao had once beaten Zhao Wuji savagely because Tang San had been bullied by him.

Now that Tang San had been eliminated by his academy, with Tang Hao's fiercely protective nature, how could he possibly not come?

Of course, practically speaking, Tang Hao should have gone after Le Zhengyu, but with Le Zhengyu's strength as a four-ring Soul Master, he would only have taken a beating.

Tang Hao looked at the calm, unruffled smile on Lin Feng's face, and the anger in his heart burned even hotter.

This guy saw the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and still was not afraid?

Could it be that after he had lain low for a few years, no one on the entire Douluo Continent remembered the might of the Clear Sky Hammer anymore?

Tang Hao gave a cold snort and wasted no more words. He took a step forward, his right arm suddenly exerting force, and the Clear Sky Hammer, carrying an ear-piercing sound as it tore through the air, swept upward from below.

The Clear Sky Hammer's way of fighting had never needed any flashy techniques. Crushing the opponent head-on with absolute, pure strength and an unrivaled, domineering aura—overpowering ten skills with one force—this was the violent beauty of the Clear Sky Hammer.

Before the hammer arrived, the wind came first.

That violent wave of air rushed at Lin Feng like something tangible, whipping his robes until they snapped and fluttered.

Lin Feng raised his hand and merely waved it lightly.

Tang Hao only felt his vision blur, and an irresistible, tremendous force pressed down from above, like a great mountain suddenly dropping onto his shoulders.

Boom—!

Tang Hao's entire body was driven straight into the ground.

The bluestone floor shattered into powder. His legs, waist, and chest were all pressed underground by some invisible force, leaving only his head exposed, unable to move.

The Clear Sky Hammer was still gripped in his hand, but he no longer even had the strength to lift his arm.

Tang Hao's pupils contracted violently.

"What...?!"

He desperately drove the soul power within his body, trying to break free from that invisible restraint.

But it was useless. That power was like an invisible giant hand, pinning him firmly in place without budging an inch.

Blue veins bulged on Tang Hao's forehead, and his face was filled with disbelief.

Impossible. How could this be possible?

He had actually been subdued so easily by a young man, and he had not even seen the other party's martial soul!

"You... just who are you?!"

Tang Hao's voice had even gone a little off-key. In all his years roaming the Douluo Continent, he had never heard of such a person.

Lin Feng lowered his head and looked at him, the smile on his face still gentle.

"I told you. I am the dean of this academy."

He crouched down, took out a pair of silver-white handcuffs from his robes, and waved them in front of Tang Hao.

"What are you doing?!"

Lin Feng did not answer. He directly cuffed the shackles onto Tang Hao's wrists.

There was a soft click.

The instant the handcuffs closed, Tang Hao felt the soul power inside his body being drained away by something, vanishing completely in an instant.

Tang Hao's expression changed completely.

"My soul power... what did you do to me?!"

Lin Feng stood up and patted the dust from his hands.

"Soul Sealing Shackles. They're specially used to seal soul power. Starting today, you can stay in our academy's confinement room for now."

He paused, then added one more sentence.

"If someone is willing to come ransom you, you'll regain your freedom. If not..."

Lin Feng smiled.

"Then you can just keep staying there."

Tang Hao's face flushed crimson. He opened his mouth to curse, but after opening it, he could not make a single sound.

He stared wide-eyed at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with unwillingness and fury.

He, the mighty Clear Sky Douluo, had actually fallen into the hands of a young man, and without even the slightest ability to resist. How could this be possible?

Could this young man before him be a god?

No, impossible. If he were a god, how could he appear in a small place like Suo Tuo City?

Tang Hao's mind was in complete chaos.

"Men, lock him in the confinement room."

As soon as the words fell, two people in black uniforms appeared out of nowhere. One on each side, they lifted Tang Hao up and dragged him toward the depths of the academy.

Tang Hao wanted to struggle, but his soul power had been sealed, and his body had been stuck in the stone slabs, so he could not exert any strength at all. He could only let the two of them take him away.

The mighty Clear Sky Douluo had been subdued without even causing much of a stir.

[Detected an increase in key figure Tang Hao's recognition of Shrek Academy as Monster Academy!]

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