Tang Hao Completely Breaks Down

Yang Jian was rendered somewhat speechless by Tang Hao's words.

He seriously suspected that this guy had blown himself stupid with that Ring Detonation earlier.

Clearly, Tang Hao had been the one to come looking for trouble, the one who struck first, the one who had started shouting about killing.

He had merely been counter-killed in the end.

So why did it now seem as though Yang Jian were the aggressor?

"Have you gotten something wrong?"

Looking at Tang Hao's face, filled with humiliation and unwillingness, Yang Jian could not be bothered to waste any more words.

He stepped forward, raised his hand, and slapped him.

He controlled the force perfectly. It would not kill him, but it would hurt badly enough.

Slap!

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the valley.

Tang Hao was sent rolling several times across the ground. His already heavily injured body gained fresh wounds, and a string of miserable cries escaped his mouth.

He lay prone on the ground, blood spilling from the corner of his lips, one cheek swollen high. He was pathetic beyond measure.

Yang Jian looked down at him. "Didn't you hear me when I told you to show some sincerity in begging for mercy?"

Tang Hao lay on the ground, trembling all over.

Humiliation.

Boundless humiliation drowned him like a tidal wave.

He wanted to roar in rage, to resist, to pick up the Clear Sky Hammer and smash this youth into pulp.

But... he did not dare.

He was afraid of death.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth until they creaked, both hands braced against the ground.

He struggled, hesitated, making his final choice between dignity and life.

In the end, Tang Hao came to terms with it.

Staying alive was what mattered most.

As long as he lived, there would still be a chance.

Tang Hao climbed to his feet, his movements difficult and slow, like an old man on his last legs.

He raised his head to look at Yang Jian. Those eyes that had once been as sharp as an eagle's now held only dullness and submission.

He slowly bent over and dropped to his knees.

"Please... spare me."

His voice was hoarse and trembling, as though the words had been squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Yang Jian looked at Tang Hao kneeling before him, and a faint curve appeared on his lips.

"Not enough."

Tang Hao's hands clenched the dirt beneath him. His nails dug into the soil, and his knuckles turned white.

His eyes were nearly bleeding.

The fury in his chest was about to burn him to ashes.

But in the end, he still lowered his head.

His forehead touched the ground.

"Please spare me!"

This time, his voice was much louder, as though he had exhausted all his strength.

Yang Jian smiled.

The laugh was not loud, yet it sounded exceptionally clear in the empty valley.

"Oh my." He clapped his hands, his tone full of mockery. "Once hailed as one of the Clear Sky Twin Stars, the youngest Titled Douluo, and now you finally look a little like a dog."

"Very good, very good."

Yue Guan clapped in delight from the side as well, a thoroughly satisfied smile on his face.

He walked over to Tang Hao's side and looked at the kneeling man, the mockery at the corners of his mouth utterly undisguised.

"I wonder who it was that made such bold threats twelve years ago, saying he would definitely make Spirit Hall pay the price." Yue Guan shook his head and clicked his tongue twice. "Yet now, he's kneeling and kowtowing to someone from Spirit Hall."

"Hahahaha!!!"

His laughter echoed through the valley, incomparably satisfying.

Twelve years ago, Tang Hao had severely injured Qian Xunji with a single hammer strike, leaving no small shadow over Yue Guan as well.

Back then, Tang Hao had been so imposing, so utterly arrogant.

Now, the man who had once terrified him was kneeling before him like a dog.

Yue Guan felt as sweet as if he had drunk honey.

Listening to their ridicule, Tang Hao felt as though his heart were being scorched by a ball of fire.

He gritted his teeth, endured the humiliation, and raised his head to look at Yang Jian.

"Now... I've knelt and begged for mercy too." His voice was hoarse, carrying suppressed fury. "You have to keep your word and let me leave."

Yang Jian merely gave a soft laugh. "Have you been beaten stupid? When did I ever say that I'd let you leave as long as you knelt and begged for mercy?"

Tang Hao's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Yue Guan added another blow. "Just kill him outright. Cut off this guy's head later and send it to the Clear Sky Sect, so those rats hiding in the gutters can see what happens when they offend Spirit Hall."

Overcome by rage, Tang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face twisted viciously, his eyes bloodshot, and he panted like an ox, like a wild beast driven into a corner.

"Even as a ghost, I won't let you off!"

Yang Jian shook his head, the smile on his face unchanged.

"You won't have the chance to become a ghost. I won't let you die."

Tang Hao froze, and a flicker of hope flashed through his eyes.

Could it be... he was going to spare him?

But Yang Jian's next words directly crushed Tang Hao's last shred of fantasy and even pushed him into a deeper abyss.

"I'll seal your soul power." Yang Jian spoke leisurely. "Then I'll find a group of mating apes and lock you up with them."

Tang Hao went blank.

Mating apes.

Among Soul Masters, this kind of soul beast had an infamously terrible reputation.

They were extremely lustful, had exceptionally long mating periods, and forcefully pounced on others—these were all widely known habits of mating apes.

Locked up with a group of mating apes...

Tang Hao did not dare think any further.

His face changed from pale to livid, then from livid to ashen.

He looked at Yang Jian.

The fear in his eyes was stronger than at any previous moment.

"Monster..." His lips trembled. "You're simply a monster!"

Yang Jian did not care about his assessment and continued, "This process may last several years. Once I've destroyed the Clear Sky Sect, I'll let you out and have you witness that moment with your own eyes."

"Isn't that wonderful?"

"It means you'll survive, perfectly fulfilling your wish."

Tang Hao completely broke down.

He did not doubt Yang Jian's strength in the slightest. With the combat power Yang Jian had displayed, along with that terrifying dog, destroying the Clear Sky Sect was by no means empty talk.

And precisely because of that, his psychological defenses began to crumble completely.

The Clear Sky Sect was his home.

It was the root of the Tang family.

He could not accept the Clear Sky Sect being destroyed.

He could not accept his clansmen suffering utter ruin because of him.

"No... no..."

Tang Hao knelt again. This time, he did so without the slightest hesitation.

His forehead struck the ground again and again with loud thuds, dirt covering his face.

"I give up... I'm willing to give up my revenge against Spirit Hall..." His voice even carried a hint of sobbing. "I'm willing to be your servant... your dog... I only ask that you don't do that..."

"Don't hurt the Clear Sky Sect... don't..."

Yet Yang Jian remained unmoved.

If Tang Hao had not attacked him today, he might not have taken things this far.

But Tang Hao had brought this upon himself.

So he had no one to blame but himself.

Yang Jian turned to Yue Guan.

"Uncle Yue, please do as I just said. You can take the opportunity to recover from your injuries too."

"I'll go to Shrek Academy by myself from here."

Yue Guan nodded.

Although he felt Yang Jian's method of dealing with him was a little ruthless, there was absolutely nothing wrong with using it on Tang Hao.

Twelve years ago, Tang Hao had killed so many people from Spirit Hall, including Pope Qian Xunji.

No matter how that blood debt was repaid, it would not be excessive.

Besides, Yue Guan was no longer worried that anything would happen to Yang Jian.

After the two battles before and after this one, he had seen things very clearly.

The strength Yang Jian had displayed...

There were probably only a few people on the entire continent who could pose a threat to him.

Following him around would only make Yue Guan seem somewhat unnecessary.