A strike of fury

At the center of this wondrous scene stood a small hut built from strange vines and glowing crystals.

Before the hut, a woman in a deep purple gown held a twisted wooden staff, watching Tang Hao with the hint of a smile. Her face was beautiful, yet unnaturally pale.

Her gaze was as deep as an ancient well, as though it could pierce the human heart, carrying a condescending air of scrutiny and amusement.

Tang Hao intensely disliked that gaze.

"Who are you?" Ge Duo spoke first, her voice still languid, yet her question brooked no evasion.

"Why have you trespassed on my territory?"

Tang Hao stopped and met Ge Duo's gaze from more than ten meters away.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent emotions, then spoke in a hoarse voice that sounded like grinding gravel.

"Tang Hao."

He did not conceal his name. At his level, hiding it was pointless and would only make him seem cowardly.

Besides, the name Tang Hao was a deterrent in itself.

Sure enough, Ge Duo's eyebrows rose slightly when she heard it.

Tang Hao? The Clear Sky Douluo who hammered Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff to death, then vanished without a trace?

A flicker of understanding crossed her eyes. No wonder his aura was so domineering and savage. He was the stray dog that had been driven into a corner.

"So, it is His Excellency Haotian. Forgive my discourtesy." Ge Duo's tone was flat, with little hint of an apology.

"To what do I owe the honor of your visit, Your Excellency?"

Tang Hao ignored the mockery in her tone. His gaze remained fixed on Ge Duo as he went straight to the point.

"Pills. The pills that allow someone to absorb Soul Rings beyond their level. Give them to me."

Tang