If You Can't Beat Them, Join Them

His voice arrived before he did.

With another thunderous crash in the sky, the Heaven-Smashing Douluo made his dazzling entrance!

Tang Hao flew through the air, nine Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—beneath his feet like a somersault cloud.

"Hah!"

Boom!!

Tang Hao hurled his hammer onto the stage in front of Tang San, stopping the Heng-Ha Generals from intimidating him.

"D... Dad." Tang San grew so excited that he nearly burst into tears.

On the Papal Platform, Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly. "Tang... Hao!"

On the stage, Dongfang Yu simply watched Tang Hao show off in silence.

Where did he think he was, acting so brazenly before all these spectators? This was fucking Spirit Hall!

The Pope was seated right here, with Titled Douluos standing guard. Wasn't he afraid of bringing trouble down on the Clear Sky Sect?

Yet after Tang Hao appeared, the Heng-Ha Generals did not tremble in fear.

They both knew that the Pope had severely wounded Tang Hao several years ago. He was no longer as powerful as he had once been. That was their confidence in the Pope.

"Teacher, let your disciple handle this."

Dongfang Yu spoke, then signaled his six teammates with a glance without waiting for Bibi Dong's approval.

Only then did Hu Liena understand what he had meant earlier by "it's not your turn to act yet."

So that formation wasn't meant for the tournament, but for dealing with Tang Hao!

If she wasn't mistaken, her junior brother had been waiting for Tang Hao to appear.

"... Permission granted!" Bibi Dong felt somewhat displeased. Dongfang Yu was showing her less and less genuine sincerity.

"Arrogant brat!" Tang Hao glared at Dongfang Yu from midair.

He was the mighty Clear Sky Douluo. Even wounded, he was not