Tang Hao Appears, Clear Sky Douluo Revealed!

Long Tian stepped forward.

The black Soul Ring beneath his feet slowly rotated.

The pressure radiating from the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring made Yu Xiaogang's chest tighten.

"You said the limit for a third Soul Ring was a thousand years."

"But I absorbed a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring."

"You said the Rainbow Dragon Martial Soul had no value in cultivation."

"And now you've come begging me to return."

He stopped three steps away from Yu Xiaogang.

"What Theory Master?"

"Nothing but a fraud."

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red.

His chest heaved violently.

But Ling Yuan stood beside him.

That fiery pressure hung over everyone's heads.

He could only forcefully swallow his fury.

"Long Tian."

"There's no need to be so absolute."

"There is no deep enmity between us, only differing beliefs."

"Since you are unwilling to return, Shrek will not force you."

"Let today's matter end here. How about it?"

Long Tian did not answer.

However, Ling Yuan stepped forward, one step at a time.

Her high heels crossed the scorched ground.

Each step made Yu Xiaogang's heart tighten.

"End here?"

"You made my disciple withdraw from school."

"You had Zhao Wuji attack with intent to kill."

"You even wanted to use my disciple as experimental material."

"And now you're telling me to let it end here?"

Her fiery wings suddenly beat, and a scorching blast of air swept outward.

Dai Mubai and the others were forced to retreat again and again.

Tang San raised an arm in front of Xiao Wu, and his sleeve quickly curled from the heat.

Yu Xiaogang could no longer remain standing.

His knees crashed heavily onto the ground.

"Your Excellency Ling Yuan!"

"It was Yu Xiaogang who failed to recognize greatness!"

"Yu Xiaogang was wrong!"

His forehead slammed into the dirt.

Once.

Then again.

Dirt clung to his forehead, leaving him utterly disheveled.

"Please spare my life, Your Excellency!"

"Please spare me, Long Tian!"

"As long as you are willing to spare Yu Xiaogang, I will do anything you want!"

"Martial Soul theories, Soul Beast records, academy resources—I can hand over all of them!"

Long Tian stood where he was, his expression calm.

That lofty bearing of a master he once wore.

Had already vanished completely.

Ling Yuan raised a hand.

Flames rapidly condensed in her palm.

The crimson glow shone across Yu Xiaogang's face.

The fear in him could no longer be concealed.

"Long Tian!"

"For the sake of our former teacher-student relationship, spare me!"

"I will never appear before you again!"

"Please!"

The flames gathered with growing intensity.

Yu Xiaogang slumped to the ground, even forgetting to kowtow.

Just then.

A loud shout suddenly rang out from the distant forest.

"Stop!"

Boom!

Vast Soul Power descended from the sky.

A powerful shockwave collided with the fiery pressure.

The ground exploded instantly, sending shattered stones flying in all directions.

The flames in Ling Yuan's palm flickered briefly.

A hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.

In midair.

A middle-aged man landed before the Shrek group.

He wore coarse cloth, his hair was disheveled.

His weathered face bore the marks of time, and a wine gourd hung at his waist.

He looked no different from an ordinary blacksmith.

Yet that terrifying Soul Power made Tang San's pupils constrict sharply.

"Father?"

Tang San froze in place.

The man before him.

Was Tang Hao, who had spent his days drinking in Holy Soul Village.

Tang Hao glanced back.

His gaze swept over Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others.

"Are any of you hurt?"

Tang San opened his mouth.

"Father."

"You..."

Tang Hao fell silent for a moment.

A trace of complexity appeared on his weathered face.

"I never wanted you to know these things."

"But today, I can no longer hide them."

Tang San looked at his father.

Waves of turmoil rose within his heart.

This power.

Was not power an ordinary blacksmith could possess.

Tang Hao raised his head and looked at Ling Yuan.

"Son of the former Clear Sky Sect patriarch."

"Tang Hao."

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly looked toward Dai Mubai and the others.

"The Clear Sky Sect is the foremost of the Upper Three Sects on the Douluo Continent!"

"It stands alongside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"The Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul is one of the strongest weapon Martial Souls on the continent!"

Dai Mubai and the others were filled with shock.

Who could have imagined.

That Tang San's down-and-out blacksmith father had such a background?

Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes widened slightly.

As one of the Upper Three Sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect naturally understood the Clear Sky Sect's status.

It was only that the Clear Sky Sect had hidden itself from the world for many years.

And the name Tang Hao had not appeared on the continent for a long time.

Tang Hao ignored the others.

His gaze settled on Ling Yuan.

Deep killing intent surged from those eyes.

"Spirit Hall."

"You are still haunting me like ghosts."

Ling Yuan stood before Long Tian.

Her fiery wings slowly spread.

Her beautiful eyes fixed on that weathered face.

"Tang Hao."

"A man missing for so many years was actually hiding in a place like this."

Tang Hao raised his right hand.

A massive black hammer slowly emerged from his palm.

The hammer was broad and heavy.

Its surface was covered in dark golden patterns, with a deep ring-shaped mark on each side of the hammerhead.

The instant the Clear Sky Hammer appeared.

The surrounding air suddenly sank.

All the stones beneath their feet were pressed into the ground.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

Nine Soul Rings rose beneath Tang Hao's feet.

The final blood-red Soul Ring radiated a terrifying aura.

Ling Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Her flaming red skirt fluttered gently in the blast of air. Her slender, fair legs stood upon the scorched ground as the flames around her flickered uncertainly.

Tang Hao stood with his hammer in hand.

There was not the slightest ripple on his weathered face.

"With me here today."

"No one will harm Tang San."

Tang San looked at the nine Soul Rings, his chest rising and falling.

"Father, you're actually a Titled Douluo."

Xiao Wu stood nearby, her complexion gradually recovering.

Dai Mubai and the others also let out sighs of relief.

Clear Sky Douluo.

A peerless expert of the Clear Sky Sect among the Upper Three Sects.

With Tang Hao here, even if Ling Yuan was an elder of Spirit Hall, she would never dare act recklessly.

Ling Yuan did not respond immediately.

Her gaze rested on the Clear Sky Hammer.

During that pursuit years ago, Spirit Hall had suffered severe losses.

Qian Xunji had led Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo to besiege Tang Hao, only to be driven back by one man and one hammer.

The fierce reputation of Clear Sky Douluo.

Still circulated within Spirit Hall to this day.

After a moment.

A trace of mockery appeared on her red lips.

"Tang Hao."

"Your injuries should not have healed yet, should they?"

Tang Hao raised his eyes.

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand tilted slightly.

"If you think you can kill me, then come and try."

With those words.

Only the faint crackle of burning flames remained between heaven and earth.

Ling Yuan stared intently ahead.

Tang Hao's Soul Power was indeed unstable.

Yet that oppressive aura was still astonishingly heavy.

If they truly fought.

Even if she could win, the price would never be small.

Long Tian stood behind them, his Nine-Colored Double Pupils sweeping over the Shrek group.

Shui Bing'er stood at his side.

Her pale blue dress clung to her tall figure, her fair legs appearing straight and well-proportioned beneath the hem.

Her clear blue eyes watched Tang Hao with a hint of wariness.

Ling Yuan remained silent for a long while.

The flaming wings behind her slowly folded away.

"Tang Hao, Spirit Hall has always been searching for you."

"You can hide for a time, but not forever."

"Surrender soon, and perhaps you can still keep your life."

Tang Hao's expression remained indifferent.

"If you want to kill me, send whoever you like."

"Tang will take them on."

Ling Yuan snorted coldly.

"I hope you can hold on until that day."

The flames in her palm faded.

The pressure of a Titled Douluo gradually receded as well.

Yu Xiaogang slumped onto the ground, gasping for breath.

His forehead was covered in dirt.

For that brief instant, he had truly thought Ling Yuan would kill him.

Seeing that Ling Yuan was preparing to leave.

The panic on his stiff face gradually vanished.

Yu Xiaogang's gaze fell upon Long Tian, and he actually straightened his back again.

"Long Tian."

"Don't think that gaining the protection of a Titled Douluo means you can deny my theories."

"A ten-thousand-year third Soul Ring is merely a special case."

"At the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament, I will lead Shrek to victory."

"By then, everyone will understand that the master's theories are the correct ones."