Who Are You, Really? Heavy Losses

The dark green robes fluttered without wind, and a jade-green tide swept across the heavens,

colliding head-on with Tang Hao's dark crimson Divine Slaughter's Domain.

The two oppressive forces split the sky in half. Dark crimson churned on one side, while dark green vapor billowed on the other.

The stalemate lasted no more than three breaths,

before the dark green aura crushed forward with devastating force.

The Divine Slaughter's Domain cracked inch by inch. The air became clear again, and the crushing weight on everyone's shoulders abruptly vanished.

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted beneath the hood of his black robe.

A Level-96 Titled Douluo.

The jade-green poison mist was incomparably denser than that of the Poison Douluo.

Tang Hao had roamed the continent for decades and had fought Spirit Hall's worshipers, elders, and even its Pope.

He had also encountered the royal families of the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire, yet he had never seen this man before.

Dark green robes, jade-green poison mist, and a terrifying Level-96 cultivation. Such distinctive traits were absent from all his intelligence.

The sense of oppression was far too strong. Though he was clearly Level 96, he felt comparable to a Level-97 Peak Douluo.

Just who was this man?

Du Busi floated in the air with his hands behind his back, dark green light flowing through his pupils.

Of course, he knew the Titled Douluo classifications of this era:

Levels 91 to 95 were Titled Douluo,

Levels 96 to 98 were Peak Douluo,

and Level 99 was a Peerless Douluo.

But in his era,

only Levels 91 to 94 were called Titled Douluo,

while Levels 95 to 98 were Super Douluo,

and Level 99 was a Limit Douluo.

Different eras had different standards. He had seen more than everyone in this era combined.

The black-robed man before him was Tang Hao, Tang San's father.

Tang San—this name was renowned in the records of later generations.

According to those records, Tang San had founded the Tang Sect in this era, gathered the forces of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire to destroy Spirit Hall, and pacified the continent's conflicts.

In the end, he ascended to the God Realm and attained the dual divine positions of the Sea God and the Asura God.

Later generations revered him as Thousand-Handed Asura and the Tang Sect Founder.

The records claimed that he possessed noble character, valued loyalty and righteousness, and cared for the world. He was a saint rarely seen in ten thousand years.

But what Du Busi had witnessed today was somewhat different from what the records described.

This Tang San had launched a sneak attack while his teammates were being besieged, using Blue Silver Grass to bind Fang Fan's feet and joining Zhao Wuji and Dai Mubai in trying to kill him.

After being kicked away, Tang San had released hidden weapons, including the vicious Dragon Beard Needles that specifically attacked the meridians.

This was noble character?

This was loyalty and righteousness?

Du Busi had lived for so many years and seen plenty of petty villains,

but it was his first time seeing someone commit such villainous acts with such self-righteous confidence.

Tang San did not seem as great as imagined. Instead, he seemed somewhat selfish and underhanded.

"Which Titled Douluo are you?"

Tang Hao's hoarse voice came from beneath the black robe, filled with deep wariness and probing.

"Why have I never seen you before?"

"You need not know who I am."

Du Busi's voice was overbearing, like a great bell.

"You only need to know that I am Lord Fang Fan's guardian!"

The entire scene was stunned.

A guardian?

That drunken youth actually had a Level-96 Titled Douluo as his guardian?

Ning Rongrong sucked in a sharp breath. At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa protected her because she was the sect's sole heir.

What did Fang Fan have that she did not?

Du Busi extended a thick finger and pointed at Tang Hao from afar, his expression filled with disdain and contempt.

"This is a matter between juniors. Why is a grown man like you interfering?

Trying to bully the young with your age and strength?

Do you have no shame? And you call yourself the Clear Sky Douluo?

I think you're the shameless Sun-Splitting Douluo!"

"You—"

Tang Hao's face darkened, and the muscles beneath his black robe twitched.

He had dominated the continent for twenty years. Even Spirit Hall's Pope had to address him as "Your Majesty Clear Sky."

When had he ever been humiliated like this in public?

Yet every word the other man said was justified. A Titled Douluo like him stepping in to pressure juniors truly was bullying the weak.

He was in the wrong and weaker in strength, so he could only swallow this anger for now.

"Aren't you afraid of the Clear Sky Sect?"

he asked in a deep voice, trying to recover some dignity through his sect's name.

Du Busi threw back his head and laughed. His laughter rumbled like thunder, shaking the ground as jade-green poison mist surged with it.

"What? You think I would be afraid?"

Nine Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black, red, red, red.

Three scarlet Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings revolved with suffocating radiance.

The sky seemed to darken by several shades.

Dark green and scarlet intertwined, making him appear as towering as a mountain.

Tang San widened his swollen eyes. The Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring beneath the black-robed man had already been shocking enough, but this old man had three?

Three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings shattered every theory Yu Xiaogang had ever taught about Soul Masters.

Xiao Wu's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and her face turned deathly pale.

As a fellow Hundred-Thousand-Year existence, she could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within those three red rings.

Three true Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts had been hunted and absorbed.

She curled herself up behind Tang San and trembled faintly.

Ning Rongrong drew in a sharp breath. Her Sword Grandpa was a Level-96 wielder of the Seven Killing Sword, renowned throughout the world,

yet he did not possess even one Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

This old man had three whole rings.

Tang Hao fell silent.

Beneath his conical hat, his expression shifted uncertainly.

A Level-96 Titled Douluo with three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings had declared himself the guardian of that white-clothed youth.

At his peak, the Grand Sumeru Hammer's secret technique would have allowed him to fight above his level, but the cost was too great.

The old wounds from his battle against Spirit Hall had yet to heal. If he fought someone of this caliber, the consequences would be unthinkable.

"Let the juniors settle their own affairs."

Tang Hao's hoarse voice was cold and hard, but he had clearly taken a step back.

Before his words had even faded, his figure flashed away and vanished into the shade of the trees. The dark crimson killing intent completely dissipated, and the sky became bright again.

Du Busi snorted through his nose as he watched Tang Hao disappear.

Tang Hao had retreated quickly enough. At least he knew when to yield.

His task was to guard Fang Fan and ensure his safety.

As for Tang Hao, Fang Fan could defeat him himself once he grew stronger.

Du Busi had seen countless geniuses in his life, but Fang Fan was the most extraordinary one. He believed the day Fang Fan personally defeated Tang Hao would not be far away.

Dark green light flickered, and Du Busi's figure vanished into the void as well, as though he had never appeared.

The grassland returned to silence. Only sword marks covering the ground, a shattered wooden hut, scattered motes of light, and three figures still too shocked to recover remained.

Zhu Zhuqing gradually recovered from her shock. Her chest was still heaving as she turned to look at the drunken Fang Fan beside her.

"That Peak Douluo covered in poisonous aura... is he one of your people?"

"Yeah."

Fang Fan tilted his head, his tone as casual as if he were saying that tree had been planted in the backyard.

Zhu Zhuqing fell silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Mm. Impressive."

She did not ask why he had a Peak Douluo guardian.

Nor did she ask about Fang Fan's background.

From the moment he had saved her in the Star Luo Wasteland, she had stopped asking such questions.

She only needed to know that this youth was someone she was willing to follow.

The stronger he was, the more secure the expectation in her heart became.

"We offended this academy's teachers. Are we leaving?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.

"Yes."

Fang Fan uttered a single word, then naturally tilted his head and rested his weight against her shoulder.

Zhu Zhuqing skillfully supported him, uncorked his wine flask, and fed him a sip. Then she helped him turn toward the academy gates.

Ning Rongrong stood where she was and watched their backs.

Fang Fan leaned crookedly against Zhu Zhuqing, looking exactly like a drunkard she had picked up off the street.

But she would never think he was living off a woman again.

An unmatched prodigy with a Peak Douluo guardian.

At thirteen years old, he was Level 53, possessed two purple and three black heaven-defying Soul Rings, and could casually send a Soul Sage flying with one sword strike.

The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could not find a second person like him.

She bit her lip, lifted her skirt, and hurried after them.

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