Ah Yin, you'll support me, right?

"Little San, it's all thanks to you this time. Otherwise, your teacher might not have made it back."

At the gates of Notting Academy, the travel-worn master and disciple, Tang San and his teacher, walked over.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the familiar academy gates, and his taut expression finally relaxed. He turned to Tang San beside him, his eyes filled with gratification.

"Teacher, this was what your student should do."

Meeting Yu Xiaogang's gaze, Tang San's eyes flickered slightly. He lowered his head and answered softly.

Just a little more, and he would have sent Yu Xiaogang to the heavens in the Soul Hunting Forest.

"You've worked hard these past few days too. Go back and get some proper rest. Tomorrow, we'll study the changes in your Blue Silver Grass."

"Teacher, you should rest well too."

In the distance, several gazes fell on Tang San and Yu Xiaogang as they parted, glinting with an unreadable light.

"Well, well. I didn't expect that trash Yu Xiaogang to be hiding here."

"Truly, you can wear out iron shoes searching in vain, only to find it without the slightest effort!"

Qian Xunji stared coldly at Yu Xiaogang's back. He would never forget this pretty boy who had led his obedient disciple astray.

If not for him, he would never have ended up in his current state.

He would still have been a pope who doted on his disciple, and Bibi Dong would still have been the Spirit Hall saintess cherished by all.

Cough, cough, cough...

Though this situation was not bad either. After all, Dong'er really was moist. But as the pope, such a mistake naturally could not be blamed on him.

Everything was the fault of that trash Yu Xiaogang.

"Your Holiness, no trace of Tang Hao has been discovered yet." Ghost Douluo stepped out from the darkness and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Hmph! That wretch Tang Hao is definitely nearby. Go investigate Holy Soul Village. I don't believe he would go far from Tang San."

Qian Xunji snorted coldly, a sinister light flashing through his eyes.

That battle back then had been the humiliation of his life.

He, a dignified level ninety-five Super Douluo, had led numerous Spirit Hall experts to hunt down Tang Hao, yet had actually been beaten so badly by the other party that he fled with grave injuries. That was the greatest defeat he had ever suffered in his life.

Although he had benefited from disaster, picked up Jiang Yuan, and broken through to level ninety-seven because of it, he still could not let go of that battle back then.

Only by taking Tang Hao's head could he wash away the humiliation he had suffered.

"What about that Xiao Wu? I heard she also came to Notting Academy to study. How has contact with her gone?"

"Reportedly, not very well. That Xiao Wu seems to have some misunderstanding toward Spirit Hall. The people sent to contact her had only just opened their mouths when she rejected them."

"It seems her origins aren't simple either."

"Leave her be for now. After Tang Hao is dealt with, we'll deal with her together with Tang San and Yu Xiaogang."

Although Qian Xunji felt somewhat surprised, he did not dwell on it.

Across the continent, many people leaned toward Spirit Hall, and there were also plenty who were hostile toward Spirit Hall.

People like Xiao Wu were encountered every year.

If it were an ordinary time, a genius with innate full soul power might have been enough for him to spare a few glances.

But now Tang Hao was close at hand, and he had no energy to bother with a little girl.

Among the mountains, behind a massive waterfall.

Tang Hao sat cross-legged inside a dim cave, looking at the Blue Silver Grass on the mound of earth not far away.

"Ah Yin, I've come to see you again."

"Little San has already awakened his martial soul. His talent is very good, even better than mine."

"He is actually twin martial souls. As expected of our son. I've already found him a good teacher."

"With his talent, he will definitely be able to become an existence like Grandfather in the future, take revenge for us, and take revenge for the sect."

"It's just that, for Little San's sake, I can only wrong you by making you stay here."

"The potential of Blue Silver Grass is far too low. In the future, after he absorbs your soul bone and awakens into the Blue Silver Emperor, he will possess the power to deal with Spirit Hall."

"Ah Yin, you won't blame me, right? You'll support me, won't you?"

With reddened eyes, Tang Hao stroked the Blue Silver Grass on the earthen mound again and again, tenderness showing in his eyes.

The Blue Silver Grass that Ah Yin had become was far too weak. It could not hear Tang Hao's words at all, nor could it give any response.

It merely swayed gently under Tang Hao's "caress."

As if he felt that Ah Yin had also agreed with his thoughts, Tang Hao suddenly became somewhat excited.

"I knew you would agree, Ah Yin. Don't worry, I will definitely raise Little San well and make him a top expert of the continent."

"He will avenge the sect and wash away our shame."

Just then, Tang Hao, immersed in this "deep love between husband and wife," abruptly raised his head and looked outside the waterfall. Amid the rumbling water, Tang Hao sensed the heavy, oppressive aura all around him.

"Have Spirit Hall's hounds finally found this place?"

Tang Hao frowned slightly. He was not worried about his own safety. As Haotian Douluo, unless Qian Daoliu came in person, he had enough confidence to fight his way out of Spirit Hall's encirclement.

What worried him was that since Spirit Hall had already found him, then his relationship with Tang San had very likely been exposed.

And the identity of that hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit could also be exposed at any moment.

Neither of those outcomes was something Tang Hao wanted to see.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort came from Tang Hao's mouth. His eyes flashed with a chilling light as he strode out beyond the waterfall.

At that moment, the dispirited air around him vanished. The former Haotian Twin Stars had descended once more.

"Tang Hao!"

"After so many years, I never thought you would have fallen this far!"

The instant Tang Hao walked out from the waterfall, a voice he would never forget in this lifetime rang in his ears.

His pupils suddenly shrank. He looked up and saw Qian Xunji standing ahead with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at him with mocking eyes.

On either side, the two generals, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, hovered in midair, their wary gazes sizing Tang Hao up.

Farther out were the twenty-eight Spirit Saints and Spirit Douluo powerhouses Qian Xunji had called in.

This lineup was enough to attack the Upper Three Sects.

Yet Qian Xunji had deployed it to deal with Tang Hao, which showed just how highly everyone in Spirit Hall regarded Tang Hao.

"Qian Xunji!"

"I never thought you would still dare appear before me. Looks like that crushing defeat back then didn't make you face reality."

"Have you brought your hyenas here to die again today?"

Seeing the formation surrounding him on all sides, Tang Hao's heart sank. He looked at Qian Xunji and spoke coldly.

"Hmph!"

"If not for the power of the Blue Silver Emperor's sacrifice, how could you have been my match?"

Qian Xunji gave a cold snort and looked at Tang Hao with icy eyes.

The other man's words made him recall the battle back then, and a faint ache began in his chest.

At the same time, a sense of humiliation lingered in his heart.

"You were lucky enough to escape back then and cling to life all these years. It's time to purify you, a traitor to humanity."

Tang Hao looked at Qian Xunji coldly and raised his right hand. A black radiance slowly gathered in his palm, while nine spirit rings quietly appeared around him.

"Twisting right and wrong, slandering others—this really is your usual style, Qian Xunji."

"If you want my life, Tang Hao's life, then let's see whether your Spirit Hall is qualified."

"Haotian Avatar!!!"