The Spider Silk was only half a foot from Tang San's heart.
A muffled thunderclap sounded overhead, and Soul Power tore open the clouds above the square.
"A pope and a brat think they can hurt my son?"
A massive dark-red hammer descended from the sky and struck in front of the Spider Silk.
The purple-black Soul Power was forcibly scattered. The shockwave shoved the surrounding knights back and sent chunks of stone tumbling from the steps before Pope Hall.
Tang San looked up.
A burly figure stood in midair, nine Soul Rings arrayed beneath his feet. The last, blood-red ring hovered at the outer edge.
"Xiao San!"
Tang Hao landed in the center of the square, the Clear Sky Hammer resting on his shoulder.
Tang San opened his mouth, then dropped to one knee.
"Dad."
"Get up."
Tang Hao surveyed his injuries, his gaze pausing briefly on Xiao Wu.
"Can you walk?"
"Yes."
"Take her and stay close."
Bibi Dong gripped her scepter, her eyes fixed on Tang Hao.
"Clear Sky Douluo. You dare come back?"
"Spirit Hall dared lay a hand on my son. Why wouldn't I come back?"
Tang Hao raised the Clear Sky Hammer. The dark-red flames across its head burned ever fiercer.
"I haven't settled the score from back then."
Yue Guan stood beside Bibi Dong as the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum appeared once more.
"Tang Hao, you gravely injured the Pope's late husband back then. And today you dare run wild in Spirit City?"
"Don't use Qian Xunji to threaten me."
Tang Hao stared at him. "Spirit Hall will repay its debt sooner or later."
Gui Mei's figure shifted within the black mist.
"You think you can get them out alone?"
"We'll find out after a fight."
The Papal Decree flew from Bibi Dong's