Tang Hao's Miserable State

Early the next morning.

Tang Xiao left the Clear Sky Sect, claiming he was going to hunt for his ninth soul ring. He took the three soul bones left by his father and the installment-payment agreement Tang Yuehua had prepared in advance. Refusing the elders' offers to accompany him, he headed alone for the Soul Master Guild Headquarters in Sunset Forest.

Why had he waited until the next day?

To make sure Tang Hao would not return too early and clash with Spirit Hall over A Whale.

Once Spirit Hall took A Whale away, they could lie to Tang Hao. They would say she had left the child behind and chosen to go away so the Clear Sky Sect would not be implicated.

That was why Tang Xiao had waited until the final day of the deadline.

Not long after he left, Qian Xunji arrived with Gold and Silver Douluo and a large entourage.

Sunset Forest.

In a dark, damp dungeon beneath the Soul Master Guild Headquarters, Tang Hao sat chained to a urine bucket. His trousers were stained with blood, his clothes barely covered him, and he had grown noticeably thinner. He gnawed on a stale cornbread bun.

Gone were his old swagger and youthful arrogance.

If there was one way to put it, life had finally beaten some sense into him.

Clang! The dungeon's iron door swung open. Harsh sunlight struck Tang Hao's face, forcing his eyes shut. He instinctively raised a hand to shield them.

Crisp footsteps sounded, and Mo Ya walked in.

He looked at Tang Hao with a mocking smile. "Well, our Clear Sky Douluo seems to be enjoying his stay!"

"You. Mo Ya! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

The sight of the man who had crushed his testicles drove Tang Hao nearly mad.