Douluo Melancholy Cloud: Tang Hao Was Depressed

Urgent! Urgent! Urgent!

Tang San's emotions continued to surge, shifting toward outright excitement.

After asking that question, he had already decided that his analysis was highly likely to be correct.

If Ye Qingtian had no leverage over him, Tang Hao should not have reacted like this.

Ning Fengzhi and the others also pondered the matter thoughtfully.

They felt that Tang San's words were not without reason. After all, Tang Hao was the Clear Sky Douluo of this generation.

The Clear Sky Douluo—the name Clear Sky represented absolute strength in the Soul Master World.

"I have no leverage in that man's hands!"

"In fact, today was the first time I ever met him!"

"And before that, I did consider making a move against him, but I changed my mind in the end!"

Tang Hao answered in a deep voice.

Tang San was slightly stunned.

He had considered making a move, but changed his mind in the end?

"Dad, why did you change your mind?"

"He has no leverage over you, and it was your first time meeting him. What other reason could there be for you to change your mind?"

Tang San was so worked up that his brain was clearly no longer functioning very well.

Tang Hao let out a heavy sigh.

He ignored the puzzled gazes of Ning Fengzhi and the others.

His deep eyes examined Tang San, his foolish son.

"What other reason could there be?"

"I simply didn't make a move because I couldn't beat him!"

"Sword Douluo fought him, but his ninth soul skill was effortlessly neutralized. That means his strength is more than formidable enough!"

"Even I can't neutralize Sword Douluo's ninth soul skill without activating my Martial Soul!"

"And in all my past experiences, I've only seen such a thing from one supreme powerhouse."

Tang Hao's answer was plain and straightforward.

If he couldn't beat him, then he couldn't beat him. Charging in anyway when he couldn't win meant there was something wrong with his head.

It was true that he had old injuries.

But old injuries were old injuries. They had nothing to do with whether his brain worked.

Tang San: "..."

Ning Fengzhi: "..."

Sword and Bone Douluo: "..."

Wasn't that answer a little too honest?

Sword Douluo's expression turned somewhat strange, and Bone Douluo's gaze toward Sword Douluo also gained a few traces of strangeness.

Sword Douluo: So I was the only sucker here? I knew I couldn't win, yet I still forced myself to attack. Didn't that make me look stupid?

"Dad, you said just now that you had only seen this on one person. Who was that person?" Tang San recovered and immediately pressed on.

"Spirit Hall's Qian Daoliu!"

Tang Hao answered in a deep voice, "Back then, I heavily injured Spirit Hall's previous Pope, and he eventually died from his injuries."

"Because of that, Spirit Hall's Grand Consecrated, Qian Daoliu, pursued me for thousands of miles. I ultimately escaped from him, but he had already reached the peak level of a Level-99 Titled Douluo!"

"So now you understand why I didn't make a move, right? The man who took Xiao Wu is very likely also at the level of a Level-99 Titled Douluo!"

Hiss—

The sound of sharp intakes of breath rang out in the room.

A Level-99 Titled Douluo!

Those brief words shocked everyone present!

Becoming a Titled Douluo already made one an absolute powerhouse in the Soul Master World. How powerful would someone at Level 99 be?

In an instant, the confusion in Ning Fengzhi and the others' eyes as they looked at Tang Hao rapidly turned into shock!

Worthy of Tang Hao!

Worthy of the Clear Sky Douluo of this generation!

He had actually managed to escape from the hands of a Level-99 Titled Douluo.

"I never expected you to have reached such a level. My father also challenged Qian Daoliu back then!"

"At that time, my father had already reached Level 97 as a Titled Douluo, yet he could not even withstand a single move from Qian Daoliu!"

Chen Xin said solemnly.

In his eyes, Tang Hao was at most a junior.

Even his father could not challenge Qian Daoliu, yet Tang Hao had escaped from the man's hands.

Such a feat could be called extraordinary!

Hearing this,

Tang Hao smiled bitterly.

"When Qian Daoliu pursued me, he did not activate his Martial Soul. That is why I said Ye Qingtian is very likely at the level of a Level-99 Titled Douluo!"

"If he truly stands in that realm, then I definitely won't be his match, even if I were restored to my peak strength!"

"Not to mention that I still have old injuries now and can't use my full strength at all!"

Tang San looked utterly defeated.

He had thought Tang Hao had some leverage being held over him.

He had simply wanted to solve the issue of that leverage.

Then Tang Hao could still make a move.

But in the end, there was no damn leverage at all. He simply couldn't beat the man.

"Dad, were your old injuries left behind when Qian Daoliu pursued you?" Tang San asked again.

Tang Hao shook his head. "No. Qian Daoliu did not truly intend to kill me back then. He seemed to be merely warning me. After all, he and your great-grandfather were from the same generation. He probably feared being criticized for bullying the young if he attacked me."

"My old injuries were left behind when I broke through to become a Titled Douluo and fought the previous Pope. I used certain methods at the time. Otherwise, there was no way I could have fought one against three!"

Hope was shattered once more.

Tang San's sense of defeat grew even stronger.

Just moments ago, a bold idea had formed in his mind.

His father could escape from someone like Qian Daoliu, while Ye Qingtian was at most in the same realm as Qian Daoliu.

As long as they handled things properly, his father could completely rescue Xiao Wu. Ye Qingtian surely would not be able to catch him anyway.

But in the end...

Qian Daoliu had not intended to kill Tang Hao in the first place, and had not even activated his Martial Soul.

Tang Hao: ???

A filial son of Douluo?

A professional father-screwer?

Tang San's brows furrowed deeply.

His slightly narrowed eyes gave no hint of what he was thinking.

"Dad, but we still can't just give up!"

"You already said that Xiao Wu is a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. In Ye Qingtian's hands, she is in danger every moment!"

"No, we still need to find a way to bring Xiao Wu back. I'll first go investigate the area near the inn!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Tang San forcibly stood up.

Tang Hao's hand swiftly and viciously pressed down on Tang San's shoulder.

"I said we need to consider this matter carefully. This impulsiveness of yours will not help solve anything!"

"If you provoke that man into taking action again, I have nothing left to save you from him!"

"To protect you, I publicly whipped you and even used a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!"

"You're a Soul Master too. You know exactly how valuable that is!"

Tang San fell silent.

When he heard that Tang Hao had used a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone to protect him,

a pained expression filled his face.

Tang Hao continued looking at his foolish son and said earnestly, "Don't go for now. Let's first see what that man intends to do!"

"After all, I don't have any more Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones here. If something really happens to you, I won't be able to protect you!"

Tang San's face carried a hint of madness.

Impulsive, then calm. Calm, then impulsive.

In the end, he lowered his head, which had always been held high with pride. "Dad, I'm sorry. You lost a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone because of this incident!"

"That Soul Bone should have been obtained when you hunted a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast while breaking through back then, right?"

"You kept it for so many years, only for it to be used this time..."

Tang Hao walked alone to the window.

He gazed out at the sky beyond, his hands clasped behind his back.

All of a sudden, his entire being became profoundly melancholy.

A veteran Douluo user of Melancholy Cloud had officially been born.

"That Soul Bone was not obtained from hunting!"

"And before I broke through, I didn't have the ability to truly hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast either!"

Tang Hao let out a heavy sigh, reminiscing over his turbulent past with sorrow.

Tang San was puzzled. "Could it have been obtained after you broke through? But after that, I remember you took me to Sacred Soul Village!"

"During that period, you were always drinking and getting drunk every day!"

Tang Hao smiled bitterly.

At Tang San's question,

the melancholy around him deepened further.

"You're right. After that, I really did spend all my time raising you."

Tang Hao remained deep in Melancholy Cloud as he answered gloomily, "So I never went to hunt Soul Beasts. As for that Soul Bone, it came from your mother!"

"Your mother was also a Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast. That Soul Bone was made from your mother's bones!"