Tang Hao swept his spiritual power over the ruins. His gaze sharpened as he locked onto a target, seized the man, and pulled him over.
The man was a Spirit Hall deacon, merely a level 27 Soul Grandmaster. Before Tang Hao, a Title Douluo, he had no ability to resist.
"N-No, don't kill me, don't kill me..." the Spirit Hall deacon said, trembling all over.
"Spirit Hall lapdog, listen carefully. I'm sparing your life so you can deliver a message to Spirit Hall from me, Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao. I, Tang Hao, am voluntarily leaving the Clear Sky Sect. From this night onward, I alone will bear the consequences of my actions. Whatever problems Spirit Hall has, come to me. I, Tang Hao, will take them all," Tang Hao said.
Hearing that he would not die, the deacon hurriedly nodded like a quail. "I-I'll definitely deliver it."
Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction. Then he pointed a finger at the deacon's dantian. The deacon felt an overbearing surge of Soul Power rush into every corner of his body, destroying all his meridians.
In an instant, his Martial Soul shattered. The Soul Power he had painstakingly cultivated for years completely dissipated, and he became a cripple.
Tang Hao casually tossed the deacon onto the ruins. In Tang Hao's eyes, everyone in Spirit Hall deserved death. Not killing him was already an immense act of mercy. He still wanted a Martial Soul? Still wanted to be a Soul Master? Dream on! Once Xiao San became a god in the future, Spirit Hall's Soul Master awakening system that covered the world—the wrong order—would have long since needed to end.
At the same time, the Clear Sky Sect issued an announcement to the world.
From this day forth, Tang Hao had left the