Ning Rongrong: Senior Qian Daochen, Unrivaled in the Mortal World!

Spirit City.

Outside the Hall of Consecrates.

Lion Douluo threw back his head and laughed.

"Tang Chen is only sixth!"

"The Grand Consecrate's rank is indeed higher than his!"

Subduing Demon Douluo slammed his Coiling Dragon Staff heavily onto the ground.

"The Grand Consecrate is the true strongest among the three Peerless Douluo."

"For all these years, the Clear Sky Sect has used Tang Chen to suppress Spirit Hall."

"Now that the Heavenly Dao Ranking has given its answer, let's see what else they can say!"

Qian Jun Douluo looked toward the Angel God's Temple.

"If the Grand Consecrate can enter the top five, the reward he receives will definitely surpass that of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King."

"Spirit Hall may soon produce a true god-level powerhouse."

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded.

"Bibi Dong has already reached level ninety-nine."

"The Grand Consecrate is even stronger than Tang Chen."

"In today's Douluo Continent, what other force can compare to Spirit Hall?"

The joy in the eyes of the consecrates grew ever stronger.

Before the Papal Hall.

Bibi Dong also released her grip on the Rakshasa Sword.

Her relationship with Qian Daoliu had never been good.

They had even clashed many times over Qian Renxue and control of Spirit Hall.

But Qian Daoliu was, after all, Spirit Hall's Grand Consecrate.

The stronger he was, the deeper Spirit Hall's foundation became.

Tang Chen had already ranked sixth.

Qian Daoliu could at least enter the top five.

Once he received the Heavenly Dao's reward, Spirit Hall would possess two powerhouses far beyond ordinary Peerless Douluo.

Bibi Dong looked in the direction of the two great empires.

The unification plan that had originally required further preparation could now be brought forward.

The Clear Sky Sect had lost Tang Chen for many years.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan also had no trump card capable of contending with a level ninety-nine powerhouse.

Once the Supreme Ranking's review ended, Spirit Hall could begin mobilizing its spirit master legions.

"Heaven Dou Empire."

"Star Luo Empire."

"You have occupied this continent for too long. It is time for you to perish."

Slaughter City.

Deep within the blood-red palace.

Tang Chen, seated upon the throne, slowly raised his head.

His eyes were clear at times, then swallowed by blood-red color at others.

The consciousness of the Nine-Headed Bat King relentlessly assaulted his soul.

Tang Chen raised a hand and pressed it to his forehead.

The Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his palm.

Its heavy handle struck the floor, shaking countless cracks across the palace steps.

"Supreme Powerhouse Ranking?"

Tang Chen saw his own name.

Ranked sixth.

Golden Heavenly Dao light pierced through Slaughter City's rules and shone directly into the palace.

The Nine-Headed Bat King, which had suppressed him for years, swiftly retreated deep into his body beneath the golden light.

Tang Chen's consciousness finally regained clarity.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

His skin was pale.

His fingernails were long.

His body was still filled with the killing power left behind by the Rakshasa God.

"I was actually controlled by that beast for so long."

His memories gradually returned.

He recalled the Asura God Exam.

He also recalled how, at the final step, the Rakshasa God's divine sense had interfered, allowing the Nine-Headed Bat King to seize the chance to parasitize him.

Over the years, he had never completely lost consciousness.

Yet every time he tried to reclaim his body, the Nine-Headed Bat King would suppress him again.

Tang Chen had once believed that he would remain trapped in this blood-red city forever.

But the Heavenly Dao Ranking had given him a new opportunity.

As long as he obtained the reward, he would be able to purge the Nine-Headed Bat King from his body.

Tang Chen looked toward the direction outside Slaughter City.

"So many years have passed."

"I wonder what the Clear Sky Sect has become."

"Have those juniors upheld the name of Clear Sky?"

He gripped the Clear Sky Hammer.

The Nine-Headed Bat King once again tried to seize his consciousness.

Golden light descended from the Heavenly Screen, forcing that blood-red intent back.

Tang Chen straightened in his seat once more.

"Once I recover."

"It will be time to return to the Clear Sky Sect and take a look."

Soto City.

Outside the Great Spirit Arena.

The Shrek Academy group had just finished a team battle.

Tang San raised his head and looked at the name on the Heavenly Screen.

"Unrivaled on land."

"Clear Sky Douluo Tang Chen."

Dai Mubai flexed his wrist.

"A level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo."

"If a powerhouse like that brought down a single hammer, even all of Soto City might not survive."

Ma Hongjun looked at Tang San.

"Third Brother."

"Your Clear Sky Hammer is also the Clear Sky Sect's martial soul."

"Could this Tang Chen be related to you?"

Tang San did not answer immediately.

He vaguely guessed that his father was the Clear Sky Douluo.

Now, another Tang Chen with the same title had appeared.

Both were surnamed Tang.

Both possessed the Clear Sky Hammer as their martial soul.

There had to be some connection between them.

Tang San looked toward Ning Rongrong, who stood at the back of the crowd.

"Rongrong, you come from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"You should know Tang Chen's background, right?"

Ning Rongrong had only recently returned to Shrek Academy.

Fearing that she might secretly chase after them to Spirit City, Ning Fengzhi had Gu Rong personally escort her back to Soto City.

She had changed back into her Shrek Academy uniform.

Her short, ear-length hair rested against the sides of her face, while her fair features still carried a flush from the journey.

Her fitted top clung to her slender waist, and beneath her white skirt, her well-proportioned calves stood neatly together.

Ning Rongrong raised her glazed eyes.

"Tang Chen was the previous Clear Sky Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect."

"He, Qian Daoliu, and Bo Saixi were known as the three Peerless Douluo."

"Many people believe that he was the strongest of the three."

Oscar asked, "Then why is he only ranked sixth?"

Ning Rongrong thought of Qian Daochen.

That man in snow-white robes, who had defeated Chen Xin with a single sword strike and called a million-year spirit beast a big fish.

Compared to Qian Daochen, Tang Chen's sixth place did not seem all that astonishing.

She quietly touched her forehead.

The place Qian Daochen had flicked no longer hurt.

Yet that handsome face had remained in her mind.

"There are stronger people on the Supreme Ranking."

Ning Rongrong raised her head toward the top of the ranking.

"Perhaps even Tang Chen is no match for them."

Xiao Wu noticed her expression.

"Rongrong, did you meet someone when you returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect this time?"

Ning Rongrong immediately lowered her hand.

"No."

"I only watched a sparring match."

Xiao Wu still wanted to ask more.

But the image on the Heavenly Screen had already begun to change.

Tang Hao, hidden atop a tall building in Soto City, also raised his head.

As he looked at the words Tang Chen, a trace of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.

Tang Chen was his grandfather.

He was also the strongest Clear Sky Douluo in the Clear Sky Sect's history.

His father had mentioned countless times how Tang Chen had single-handedly supported the Clear Sky Sect.

Tang Hao had originally believed that his grandfather had long since fallen.

He had never expected him to still be alive in Slaughter City.

"Grandfather."

"What exactly have you experienced all these years?"

Above the Heavenly Screen.

The blood-red city gradually faded away.

The image returned to several decades earlier.

Amid the mountains, the Clear Sky Sect rose from the earth.

At that time, the Clear Sky Sect had not yet earned the title of the world's number one sect.

Outside the sect, several Titled Douluo arrived together.

Immense spirit power pressed down over the mountain gate.

Countless Clear Sky Sect disciples gripped their Clear Sky Hammers, their faces pale.

A figure emerged from the sect's main hall.

Tang Chen wore a black robe and carried the Clear Sky Hammer across his shoulder.

He walked down the stone steps alone.

No elders followed behind him.

Nor did any sect powerhouses come to his aid.

Tang Chen stood before the mountain gate and looked up at the several Titled Douluo in the air.

"If you want to touch the Clear Sky Sect, first ask the hammer in my hand."

Nine spirit rings rose one after another.

The final spirit ring shone with a dark crimson radiance.

The Clear Sky Hammer rapidly expanded in the wind.