Jiang Li's True Purpose

"Who are you?"

Watching the black-clad man slowly emerge from behind a large tree, Jiang Li feigned ignorance and asked.

"Tang Hao!"

The man pulled back his hood, revealing the weathered face hidden beneath it.

Though he was fifteen years younger than his elder brother Tang Xiao, the sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, judging by appearances alone—

That face, battered by wind and frost, looked far more haggard than Tang Xiao had when Jiang Li saw him in Heaven Dou City.

If not for the portrait of Tang Hao on the Spirit Hall wanted poster Jiang Li had seen before, which bore over seventy percent resemblance to the man before him—

Jiang Li would have doubted whether this person was truly Tang Hao.

Meng Yiran's beautiful eyes trembled as she cried out, "Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao?"

If one asked either Soul Masters or ordinary civilians what the most powerful force on the Douluo Continent was, they would all give the same answer: Spirit Hall.

As Spirit Hall's highest authority, every word and action of the Spirit Hall Pope could affect every aspect of the entire Douluo Continent.

Yet such a person—the former Pope of Spirit Hall—had been hammered to death over a decade ago by Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect, just after Tang Hao broke through to become a Title Douluo.

After the former Pope of Spirit Hall died, Tang Hao, the murderer who had killed him, had been wanted by Spirit Hall for more than a decade, yet he had always remained free and at large.

To her, someone like Tang Hao was undoubtedly a figure who existed only in legends.

Yet now, he had appeared alive and well right before her eyes.

"Not bad. I didn't expect anyone to still remember an old