I, the dignified Clear Sky Douluo, playing house with a bunch of brats?

Tang Hao stood in that familiar forest, his brows tightly furrowed. The scene before him was all too familiar. Was this not the Star Dou Great Forest?

"How am I here?"

What exactly had that academy done to him?

Could this be that academy's environment?

Tang Hao had lived for so many years and seen countless soul masters, yet he had never encountered anything like this.

Even the Title Douluo of Spirit Hall did not have this ability.

"That academy... what kind of place is it?"

Tang Hao drew in a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

His gaze swept over the surroundings and soon landed on a group of people not far away.

A dozen or so boys and girls, dressed in matching white school uniforms, were looking at him with eager, itching-for-a-fight eyes.

A cold glint flashed through Tang Hao's eyes.

"These people... what are they trying to do?"

His gaze sharpened and fell on those uniforms. Was this not the style of uniform from Shrek Academy, the academy that had imprisoned him?

"So that's it..."

He muttered under his breath, his voice carrying suppressed fury.

"Locking me in the Confinement Room wasn't enough, so now you've brought me here to be sparring practice for your students?"

Tang Hao's fists clenched until they cracked.

"Good. Very good."

So that fellow Lin Feng had spared his life because he planned to use him as sparring practice for his students. Tang Hao said "good" twice in a row, clearly furious.

"Since you dare let me fight this group of students..."

A vicious glint flashed through Tang Hao's eyes.

"Then don't blame me for causing trouble for you."

He bore a hatred for that academy that was carved into his bones.

That dean had pinned him into the ground with a single move, sealed his soul power, and locked him in the Confinement Room like livestock.

He had kept that humiliation in his heart. Now, being able to ruin their students could at least vent some of his anger.

"Even if I only have the cultivation of three rings..."

Tang Hao took a deep breath, gripping the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand even tighter.

"I'll still show you that Clear Sky Douluo is not someone to provoke."

A boy charged over, moving very fast and carrying a fierce momentum.

Zhang Yangzi, martial soul possession, Dark Phantom Eagle.

A pair of pitch-black wings appeared behind him, and his body left streaks of afterimages in the air.

First soul skill, Shadow Clone.

A clone identical to Zhang Yangzi appeared at Zhang Yangzi's side. This clone possessed fifty percent of the original body's strength.

Tang Hao sneered, spun the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand once, then swung it straight ahead.

"Flashy nonsense."

The Clear Sky Hammer's way of fighting had never needed any technique.

Overwhelming force could break all tricks.

Bang—!

The Clear Sky Hammer smashed into Zhang Yangzi's real body, producing a dull, heavy boom.

Zhang Yangzi's clone instantly dissipated, while his real body flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

But his reaction was quick. As he flew backward, he suddenly swept both hands out.

Second soul skill, Eagle Strikes the Sky.

This was the Dark Phantom Eagle's sacrificial skill, converting all of his abilities into a single-target attack with astonishing power.

Zhang Yangzi's body twisted sharply in midair, and he became like a diving eagle as he rushed toward Tang Hao.

"Hmph, useless!"

Tang Hao flicked his wrist, and the Clear Sky Hammer rose from below, precisely meeting Zhang Yangzi's attack.

Boom—!

Zhang Yangzi's body was shaken into several flips in the air before he slammed heavily into the ground.

He lay sprawled on the ground, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving violently.

Tang Hao had controlled his strength. In this strange place, he was not sure whether people could be killed. If he killed this student, that academy would definitely not let him off.

He still had Ah Yin. He could not die.

But not killing someone did not mean he could not make trouble.

A cruel curve lifted at the corner of Tang Hao's mouth. He raised the Clear Sky Hammer and smashed it down toward Zhang Yangzi's leg.

If this hammer landed, it would at least break a bone—enough to give that academy a serious headache.

Before the hammer could fall, a thick vine flew over from the side, wrapped around Zhang Yangzi's waist, and yanked him backward.

Zhang Yangzi's body slid across the ground, narrowly avoiding the blow.

The Clear Sky Hammer smashed into the ground, blasting out a deep pit as shattered stones flew everywhere.

Tang Hao's expression darkened.

"Who?!"

He raised his head and looked in the direction the vine had come from.

A boy stood not far away, his right hand still held out.

The boy looked about eleven or twelve, with a somewhat honest face, but his eyes were very calm.

Behind him were several others from the group of students just now.

Tang Hao's gaze fell on the boy's hand. From his palm, thick vines were slowly retracting one after another.

Blue Silver Grass.

Tang Hao's pupils abruptly constricted.

Blue Silver Grass...

A figure flashed through his mind: a long dress, long blue hair, a gentle smile.

Tang Hao shook his head, casting the thought away, but his gaze could not move from that boy.

That feeling... was very strange.

As if something in his bloodline were resonating, calling out to him.

"This boy..."

Tang Hao's brows knitted tightly together.

"Could he also be from the Clear Sky Sect?"

No, that was not right. The disciples of the Clear Sky Sect all had the Clear Sky Hammer as their martial soul. It was impossible for them to have Blue Silver Grass.

And the only person who possessed both Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer martial souls was his own son, Tang San!

But... why did he feel that the guy before him was so familiar? Tang Hao truly could not understand it.

On the other side, Zhang Yangzi climbed up from the ground, patted the dust from his body, and walked over to Tang Wulin.

"Thanks."

His voice was a little weak, and he glanced at the black hammer in Tang Hao's hand with lingering fear.

"If that hammer had come down, I'd probably have been eliminated."

In the Spirit Ascension Platform, injuries only brought pain and would not be reflected in the real world. But... taking a hit from a hammer like that really would hurt like hell.

Tang Wulin shook his head.

"No need to thank me."

He turned his head and looked at Ning Rongrong behind him.

"Rongrong, boost us."

Ning Rongrong hurriedly nodded, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand lit up.

"The Seven Treasures have names. First: Strength!"

"The Seven Treasures have names. Second: Speed!"

Golden light fell over Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, and the Golden Dragon Claw slowly appeared. At the same time, footsteps sounded from other directions as well.

One figure after another walked out of the forest.

A dozen or so boys and girls closed in from different directions, surrounding Tang Hao completely.

Tang Hao swept a glance over them and counted.

Sixteen.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"One against many?"

"And one against sixteen?"

Xie Xie walked to Tang Wulin's side, his hands in his pockets, smiling as he looked at Tang Hao.

"Boss, this uncle doesn't look easy to deal with."

Tang Wulin nodded.

"Mm."

Luo Ziyan also walked over, gripping a longsword in her hand, her wary gaze fixed on Tang Hao.

"Tang Wulin, if you need help, just say the word."

"We may not be as strong as you, but we can still lend a hand."

The others nodded one after another. Tang Hao looked at the eager boys and girls, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold sneer.

His gaze swept over each of them, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand slowly rose.

Back when Spirit Hall had surrounded and hunted him down, he had never backed down. He had even heavily injured the pope on the other side. And now, facing this group of brats, there was even less chance he would shrink back!

Tang Hao abruptly raised the Clear Sky Hammer. Beneath him, three soul rings appeared—two yellow and one purple. But... that aura was incomparably powerful, nothing like what an ordinary three-ring soul master should possess!