Ransom, and Madness

"Heh heh heh. Tang Hao, oh Tang Hao, you're never getting back on your feet."

Mo Ya walked away laughing wickedly. Behind him, Tang Hao lay sprawled on the dungeon floor like a heap of mud, staring blankly at the dim ceiling as he alternated between laughter and tears.

His sobs were desolate, his laughter deranged.

No rise and fall in life could have been more brutal.

First, he had obtained a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and become the new Clear Sky Douluo. Then, before he knew what was happening, he had been ambushed and subdued.

Now his sect had abandoned him, Spirit Hall was about to take his wife and child, and he had been castrated. Soon his Ninth Soul Ring would be destroyed, costing him his Titled Douluo rank and any chance of revenge.

Tang Hao had fallen into the defeated existence he would lead when he first appeared in Sacred Soul Village in the original story. Utterly hopeless, he stopped trying.

After tonight, he would have nothing left.

Meanwhile, the moment Mo Ya stepped out of the dungeon, Bai Feng's cool voice reached him. "Since when did you become so talkative? And what was that disgusting laugh? I thought our lord only told you to inform Tang Hao about his wife and child."

Mo Ya turned to find Bai Feng leaning beside the dungeon entrance, arms folded.

Listening to Tang Hao's broken laughter inside, Mo Ya smiled. "I learned the laugh from our lord. As for the talking... well, toying with Tang Hao turned out to be rather fun. I got carried away."

"Boring." Bai Feng curled his lip. "Someone from the Clear Sky Sect just arrived. It's Tang Hao's brother, Tang Xiao. Looks like he's here to ransom him. Get ready to release him."

"Oh?"