Tang Hao's Night Raid

Hearing that familiar yet unfamiliar voice and seeing the weathered face before him, Yu Xiaogang shot to his feet, his pupils contracting sharply!

"Tang... Tang Hao?"

"No, no, no, Your Grace!"

"Clear Sky Douluo, why have you come?"

Tang Hao's gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang's face. His brows furrowed tightly, but he said little. "Of course I came to see Xiao San. I heard the boy took you as his master."

"Yes..." Uncertain of Tang Hao's attitude, Yu Xiaogang felt uneasy, thinking Tang Hao looked down on him.

"Master, Master." Tang Hao savored the title over and over. "You possess wisdom beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"I can rest easy leaving Xiao San in your care."

With those words, the atmosphere in the office finally eased, and Yu Xiaogang let out a breath of relief.

"I never expected Xiao San to truly be your son. It is my honor to be his teacher."

Tang Hao caught the way Yu Xiaogang wanted to put on an air of pride yet feared that he might suddenly fly into a rage; wanted to treat him as an equal yet felt inferior because of the gap in their strength. Disappointment flashed through his eyes.

Xiao San did well enough following him in the early stages, but after becoming a Soul Ancestor, he had to follow Tang Hao. Otherwise, it would ruin the boy's future!

The Master's theories were strong, but his practical combat ability was pathetic. He could only lay a solid foundation for Xiao San, not help him advance further through life-and-death battles.

Having made up his mind, Tang Hao flicked his sleeve, sending a token flying into Yu Xiaogang's hand.

"Keep this token safe. It may prove useful at a critical moment. My identity is sensitive, so I should not stay long. Farewell."

"Also, what happened to your face?"

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but after a long while, he only managed a sigh. "It's a long story."

Tang Hao impatiently replied, "Then make it short."

"Xiao San was bullied."

Tang Hao's eyes turned cold at once.

The temperature in the office seemed to drop several degrees instantly.

Yu Xiaogang shuddered involuntarily.

"Who?" Tang Hao's killing intent surged. The murderous aura he had forged in Slaughter City leaked out only slightly, yet it made Yu Xiaogang tremble with fear.

"A child named Ye Hua, also from Holy Soul Village." As Yu Xiaogang spoke, he carefully watched Tang Hao's expression, ready to change his tune the moment Tang Hao looked displeased.

"For some reason, his Martial Soul changed from a wooden stick into a Coiling Dragon Staff, and his soul power rose from rank three to Innate Full Soul Power."

"Xiao San got into a conflict with him and had his arms and legs broken. I took Xiao San to the Hunting Soul Forest to obtain a Soul Ring, but that four-hundred-year Mandala Snake was also stolen by him."

"On the way back, we encountered bandits and both Xiao San and I were robbed clean. Perhaps... that was Ye Hua's doing as well!"

Who cared? As long as it was something bad, he could pin it on Ye Hua!

Yu Xiaogang even dredged up every grievance he had suffered over the past decade or so, pouring out his bitterness with heartfelt sincerity!

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, until his eyes reddened. "Your Grace, I have failed you!"

"You entrusted Xiao San to me, yet I failed to protect him. It is my fault, all my fault!"

Tang Hao was silent for a long time. Then he turned and strode toward the door.

"Your Grace! Where are you going?"

Tang Hao did not answer.

His back vanished into the night, leaving Yu Xiaogang alone in the empty office.

The guilt on his face gradually faded, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

Ye Hua, Ye Hua, weren't you arrogant? Weren't you strong?

Let's see how long you can stay arrogant before the Clear Sky Douluo!

If I cannot have you, then I will destroy you!

If you refuse to become my disciple, then become a dead soul instead!

Do not blame me. History can only preserve the legend that I raised a Title Douluo.

But you and Xiao San both possess Innate Full Soul Power. If you can grow into a Title Douluo on your own, how would that show off my teaching ability?

Elsewhere, at the small villa.

Tang Hao stood in the shadows outside the courtyard wall, narrowing his eyes as he examined the unremarkable little compound before him.

With the cultivation of a level ninety-five Title Douluo, the entirety of Notting City was defenseless in his eyes.

He did not even need to summon his Martial Soul. Pure soul power alone was enough to reduce this small courtyard to rubble.

Tang Hao had never considered himself a good man. Back then, before Spirit Hall, he had even dared to kill the Pope. What was one child?

Anyone who dared bully Tang Hao's son had to be prepared to die!

Tang Hao silently landed in the courtyard. Just as he was about to head toward the main house, his steps abruptly halted!

An exceedingly faint yet incomparably familiar aura drifted over from the side room.

That was...

The aura of a Soul Beast!

The aura of a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast after transformation!

Tang Hao froze completely.

He knew this aura far too well.

Back in the Star Dou Forest, when his wife Ah Yin sacrificed herself, she had emitted this very aura!

The distinctive soul power fluctuations of a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast Transformation while in human form.

A hundred-thousand-year transformed Soul Beast lived in this courtyard!

Tang Hao took a deep breath and suppressed the wild joy in his heart.

Heaven's will!

This was heaven's will!

His son Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls. His second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, required a sufficiently powerful Soul Ring to unleash its true might.

And in this world, what Soul Ring could be more powerful than the sacrifice of a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast?

Ah Yin had sacrificed herself to him back then, allowing him to leap straight into the ranks of Title Douluo.

Now, this hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast was the Soul Ring heaven had bestowed upon Tang San!

But now was not the time...

The sacrifice of a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast required a Soul Master to reach at least the Soul Emperor level before they could withstand it.

Tang San had only just acquired his first Soul Ring. He was still far from becoming a Soul Emperor, so this Soul Beast had to be kept for now.

Tang Hao's gaze shifted away from the side room and returned to the main house.

That Soul Beast was not urgent. He could take it away, imprison it, and raise it until the time was right, then force it to sacrifice itself for Xiao San.

But tonight, Ye Hua had to die!

Anyone who dared harm Tang Hao's son could not be saved even by the heavens!

He raised his right hand. The phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer appeared above his palm, its dark crimson patterns emitting a heart-chilling glow in the night.

Yet at the instant he was about to strike—

A pitch-black greatsword thrust out from the side, silently pressing against his heart.

The blade was icy cold. Where it touched his skin, it felt as frigid as winter-forged iron.

Tang Hao's body stiffened abruptly.

He was a level ninety-five Title Douluo. How could his senses not be extraordinarily sharp?

Yet he had not noticed when the owner of this sword had appeared behind him!

A low, aged whisper sounded behind him, unhurried and unhurried, like the lid being lifted from a jar of aged wine.

"Clear Sky Douluo, climbing over someone else's wall in the middle of the night is rather improper, isn't it?"