Setting Aside the Facts, Weren't You Also at Fault?

Meanwhile.

For some reason, Tang Hao seemed convinced that the thief was from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

He was frantically searching for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's carriage.

But one strange thing after another kept happening.

Every time he learned of their whereabouts and rushed over at full speed, he was always one step too late.

Several times, the carriage had even passed right by him.

Yet at those exact moments, some other disturbance would arise—either startled horses would neigh, or a sudden commotion would break out by the roadside.

It always diverted his attention at just the right time. By the time he came to his senses, there was nothing to be found.

"Damn it!"

Tang Hao was nearly driven mad with rage, the veins on his neck bulging.

He had chased them almost all the way to Heaven Dou City, yet he had not even caught a glimpse of the carriage!

Fuck it! He would go straight to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and demand an explanation!

He changed direction. Soul Power burst beneath his feet, and his body became a gray-black blur as he shot straight toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sect.

After flying for a long while, the towering, magnificent gates of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan came into view.

The lofty stone gate was carved with patterns of coiling dragons and lightning. Two gatekeeping disciples in sect uniforms stood rigidly at their posts.

From afar, the two sensed the fierce, violent Soul Power fluctuations. Their expressions changed abruptly, and they immediately moved to block the mountain path.

"Stop right there! This is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Unauthorized people are forbidden from trespassing!"

Before the words had even faded, Tang Hao landed, and a fierce gale exploded outward.

His eyes were bloodshot, and rage filled his chest. He could not be bothered to waste words on two juniors.

"Get lost!"

His furious roar blasted out, wrapped in immense Soul Power.

The two gatekeeping disciples felt their chests shake violently as their blood churned. They were sent flying at once, slamming heavily into the sect gates and smashing the thick doors open.

Tang Hao strode through the gates. Every heavy step he took made the bluestone ground tremble faintly.

The overbearing aura of the Clear Sky Douluo erupted without restraint, sweeping across the entire sect.

"Yu Yuanzhen! Get the hell out here!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

In the blink of an eye, several figures wrapped in lightning appeared, glaring at him with hostile eyes.

Yu Yuanzhen frowned.

"Tang Hao? What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to start a war with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?!"

Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer.

"Your people stole my property. If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll tear your sect apart!"

The surrounding Blue Lightning Clan elders and disciples all changed expression.

Which blind fool would dare steal from a Titled Douluo?!

They activated their Martial Soul Possession and gathered Soul Power, ready to strike at any moment.

Yu Yuanzhen's face darkened. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon emerged behind him, nine Spirit Rings circling around him in layers.

The sky gradually darkened as thick black clouds pressed down above the sect.

Furious thunder continuously erupted within the clouds, while crackling blue lightning darted wildly about.

"Tang Hao, make yourself clear! You were expelled from the Clear Sky Sect. What could you possibly possess that my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would want?

"You have no proof, yet you dare come to my doorstep. Do you really think the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is so easy to bully?"

Tang Hao's chest heaved as all the pent-up fury from his pursuit surged forth.

"You dare say you didn't send penguins to Holy Soul Village?!"

Hearing that, Yu Yuanzhen looked at the others beside him, his eyes full of confusion.

"Holy Soul Village? What kind of shithole is that? Does any of you know it?"

An elder stepped forward and spoke quietly.

"Sect Master, there does seem to be a small place called Holy Soul Village near the carriage route. Could it be that some disciple acted on his own because he didn't know Tang Hao's identity?

"After all, you've seen him. Tang Hao looks like a beggar now. If not for the Clear Sky Hammer and those nine Spirit Rings, who would know he was a Titled Douluo?"

Only then did Yu Yuanzhen take a careful look at Tang Hao.

He was unshaven, wore a haggard expression, and reeked of alcohol.

Looking closely, his forehead even seemed to be tinged with darkness.

Yu Yuanzhen nodded lightly, agreeing with what the elder had said.

But regardless of the truth, Tang Hao had come knocking at their sect.

Normally, with Yu Yuanzhen's temper, whether the sect was at fault or not—

He would first beat the intruder half to death, then throw him out to feed the dogs.

But this was Tang Hao. If Tang Hao went mad without regard for the consequences, the sect would suffer terrible casualties.

"Tang Hao, we'll discuss everything once our people return. What did you lose? We can compensate you."

"Compensate me? Can you afford to pay for a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?!"

"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!!"

The surrounding elders and core disciples all sucked in a sharp breath. Shock appeared on every face.

No wonder the renowned Clear Sky Douluo had gone mad while blocking their sect gates.

But was something wrong with the Clear Sky Douluo's head?

Instead of absorbing a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, he had hidden it in some shabby little village.

Not until a day later did the outgoing carriage return to the sect.

As soon as the carriage came to a stop, the disciples inside got out one after another.

The moment they stepped down, they saw Tang Hao at the entrance, radiating hostility with the Clear Sky Hammer in hand, as well as the grim-faced Sect Master and elders staring straight at them.

Their faces instantly turned pale, and their bodies froze in place.

Yu Yuanzhen spoke coldly.

"Everyone, come here. You will be questioned one by one!"

He turned to Tang Hao at his side.

"They're back. We will confront them face-to-face today. If someone from my sect took your Spirit Bone, I, Yu Yuanzhen, will give you an explanation."

"But if they didn't, Tang Hao, then for trespassing into my sect and injuring my disciples today, you must also give the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan an explanation!"

Tang Hao's sharp gaze swept over every returning clansman, his eyes icy.

"Speak! Where did you hide those damn penguins and my Spirit Bone?!"

The disciples shook their heads like rattles.

"We never took any Spirit Bone! And Far North Penguins are Spirit Beasts found only in the Far North. We've never even been there!"

Tang Hao grabbed the leader by the neck and lifted him into the air.

"Bullshit! People along the road clearly saw you capture several penguins!"

The disciple leading the group looked utterly wronged, his voice tightening with panic.

"Senior, absolutely not! We took the main roads the entire way. Everyone along the route can testify to that.

"Besides, we never captured any Spirit Beasts, let alone Far North Penguins! At most, we hunted a few wild animals for food.

"This is definitely someone trying to frame us!"

The other clansmen hurriedly echoed him. Every one of them looked open and honest, without the slightest hint of guilt.

Yu Yuanzhen's expression grew grave. His disciples did not appear to be lying.

Moreover, this was easy to investigate. They could ask anyone along the route, and the lie would be exposed immediately.

That meant Tang Hao was the only one lying!

"Tang Hao! My disciples have said they never stole your property! What other evidence do you have?!"

Tang Hao was left speechless.

Then, for some reason, as if a wire in his head had snapped, he roared:

"Never mind whether you hid it in advance! Setting aside the facts, weren't you also at fault?!"

The instant those words came out, every member of the Blue Lightning Clan present—including Tang Hao himself—went blank.

Yu Yuanzhen was so furious that his chest rose and fell, his face turning livid.

Even a man as unreasonable as him felt that Tang Hao was being unreasonable.

"Preposterous! This is utterly intolerable! I see it now—you just want to falsely accuse us and extort money!

"Didn't you want to fight?! Come on, then! Whoever backs down is a coward!"

He could no longer suppress the fury in his heart. As the Sect Master of one of the Upper Three Sects, someone had come to his sect without cause, slandered his disciples, and taken advantage of his repeated restraint.

Yu Yuanzhen no longer held back. He activated his Martial Soul Possession and charged straight at Tang Hao.

The other disciples fled outward with every ounce of strength they had.

When two Titled Douluo fought, little nobodies like them would be injured if they got close and killed if they got touched.