Tang Xiao! Yu Yuanzhen!

"What?!"

In Moonlight Pavilion's etiquette hall, Tang Yuehua stared at Tang San's reddened eyes, unable to believe what she had heard.

Yu Xiaogang, still paralyzed from the waist down, sighed. He glanced at Tang San, whose throat could no longer produce a sound, and gave Tang Yuehua a rough account of what had happened.

"Little San!"

"My second brother, he..."

Tang Yuehua pulled Tang San into her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She had never met Tang San, but she remembered Tang Hao clearly. Though she had not seen him in years, she could still make out certain similarities.

Tang San had lost his mother as a child. Now he had lost his father too. He had no family left.

An aunt?

When it came down to it, she was only a relative by blood!

But as Tang San felt the warmth of his aunt's embrace, something stirred in his heart. He clung to Tang Yuehua and burst into tears.

"Aunt! Aunt!"

Tang Yuehua stroked Tang San's head and promised that they would avenge his father.

Yu Xiaogang spoke in a low voice, his brow furrowed.

"Are you going to call on your clan?"

Tang Yuehua nodded, a flash of killing intent in her eyes.

"The Clear Sky Sect may have lived in seclusion for years, but Tang Hao was still my second brother. That boy has signed his own death warrant."

The corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth rose. He slammed the book in his hand onto the table, his eyes burning.

"As it happens, I have a score to settle with that boy too. He has a Super Douluo backing him."

Yu Xiaogang paused.

"I'll go to my father as well. With the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan joining forces, we can kill one inexperienced boy with no background, Super Douluo or not!"

All three clenched their fists, their hearts seething with hatred.

The Clear Sky Sect!

After being recognized by his family, Tang San came to the Clear Sky Sect's main hall.

"Tang Hao deserved to die. His death will serve as an offering to my child's spirit."

The Seventh Elder rose happily, spread his arms, and threw back his head in laughter.

"What did you say?!"

Tang San's eyes went bloodred. He gritted his teeth and glared at the Seventh Elder as though he wanted to flay him alive.

"Hmph!"

The Titled Douluo unleashed his pressure. Nine Soul Rings circled beneath his feet, forcing Tang San to his knees.

"Tang Hao and that son of his defiled the noble bloodline of the Clear Sky Sect. Today, I'll destroy your Martial Soul."

"Argh!"

Tang San gritted his teeth so hard they nearly cracked. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Seventh, that's enough!"

The First Elder opened his eyes and looked at Tang San.

Hearing the First Elder speak, the Seventh Elder snorted, withdrew his pressure, and turned his face away.

"He is the old sect master's son, after all, and Tang Hao was once a peerless talent. As for anyone who dares lay a hand on one of our own..."

"Hmph! Even in seclusion, the Clear Sky Sect won't let just anyone push us around."

Tang Xiao's eyes lit up. "First Elder, you agree to take action?"

The First Elder nodded. "But... Tang San must prove he's worthy of it."

His gaze sharpened, as though he could see right through Tang San.

"First Elder, would this be enough?"

Tang San stood straight and displayed a Martial Soul in each hand: the Clear Sky Hammer and the Blue Silver Emperor!

"Twin Martial Souls and a level-thirty-five Soul Elder. Not enough!"

An External Soul Bone—the Eight Spider Lances!

"You're only a Soul Elder. How do you have an External Soul Bone?!"

The Seventh Elder's expression had already shifted when he saw Tang San's Twin Martial Souls. The External Soul Bone shocked him even more.

"An External Soul Bone at the Soul Elder level is impressive indeed. But... it still isn't quite enough."

Tang Xiao could no longer sit still.

"First Elder, he has Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power, and an External Soul Bone. He can already rival our great-grandfather in his prime. Why..."

"It's all right, Uncle. I have another card to play."

Tang San stepped forward. His second Soul Skill, the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear, appeared!

He planted his feet and drew back to throw it. A cold gleam blazed from the spearpoint.

"That's... a Self-Created Soul Skill!"

"A Self-Created Soul Skill at such a young age. He really is a little monster!"

The First Elder nodded with satisfaction. The Clear Sky Sect had a promising future.

"Second Brother, he truly is your son. He's every bit as gifted as you were."

Relief showed on Tang Yuehua's face as she spoke softly.

"That's enough, Little San. Put it away! You've proved yourself."

"Little San! What are you doing?"

Tang Yuehua's face changed. Little San was going to...

"You insulted my father and my mother! You've signed your own death warrant!"

Tang San abruptly changed direction and sent the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear straight at the Seventh Elder's face.

Bang!

A hammer shattered the Blue Silver Tyrant Spear. The Seventh Elder smiled disdainfully.

"Not bad, boy. But no matter how gifted you are, you're still only a Soul Elder!"

Tang Sect Art: One Thousand and One Nights!

"Die!"

"That's enough, Little San!"

Tang Xiao knocked the near-raving Tang San unconscious with a strike. If he let this continue and Tang San truly enraged the Seventh Elder, the situation would be hard to contain.

The Clear Sky Hammer in the Seventh Elder's hand had already turned red. Tang San was a junior; enduring that Self-Created Soul Skill had pushed the Seventh Elder to his limit. If Tang Xiao had not stopped him,

he would have smashed Tang San into pulp, prodigy or not.

"Enough!"

The First Elder spoke.

"Sect Master, go in person. The Clear Sky Sect will avenge this wrong."

Meanwhile, at Heaven Dou Royal Academy,

Lu Ming was still cultivating, unaware that informants for the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had uncovered his identity.

"Lu Ming, come out!"

"Lu Ming, come out and die!"

Two voices laden with pressure exploded over Heaven Dou Royal Academy, striking at the mind of every student.

The Three Education Committees rushed out at once and released their Martial Souls to resist the pressure from above.

"Those are... Super Douluo!"

"Seniors, could there be some misunderstanding? We can sit down and talk this through."

Boom!

Several bolts of blue lightning tore across the sky and struck the three men. They fell to the ground, unable to speak, their bodies charred and giving off the smell of burning flesh.

"I am Yu Tianzhen. What makes you think you're qualified to talk to me?!"

A blue Tyrant Dragon hovered behind him. Its blue eyes bore down on the entire academy with draconic might.

"Haotian Douluo, Tang Xiao!"

Tang Xiao gripped the handle of his hammer in his right hand, and another wave of pressure descended.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sect master, Yu Yuanzhen, and the Clear Sky Sect's sect master, Tang Xiao!"

Two of the Upper Three Sects' foremost leaders had descended on Heaven Dou Royal Academy—all for Lu Ming.

"That was quick!"

The pressure left every other student in the academy struggling to breathe, but Lu Ming walked on calmly, utterly unaffected.

He strolled forward at an easy pace, as though the pressure were nothing at all.

A level-fifty-three Soul King!

Yu Yuanzhen and Tang Xiao exchanged a glance. Most likely, that unnamed Super Douluo was protecting him.

"You're the one who took my son's legs!"

"You killed my younger brother!"

Lu Ming gave a faint smile and replied,

"That's right. I did it all."

Tang Xiao roared and pointed the Clear Sky Hammer straight at Lu Ming.

"You dared to do those things. Surely you knew this day would come!"

Lu Ming looked up at the two men, their faces twisted with rage, and shook his head.

"You're too high up."