He turned and walked toward the depths of Slaughter City, stopped in front of Tang Chen, knelt on one knee, and looked up at this white-haired great-grandfather with a gaze full of unshakable determination:
"Great-grandfather, please train me yourself. I want to step into the realm of Titled Douluo in the shortest possible time."
"My father's revenge, the Clear Sky Sect's revenge, I, Tang San--"
"Will personally take it back tenfold and hundredfold."
Clear Sky Peak ruins.
The smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, and the shattered mountain rocks and broken walls were dyed a dark red in the glow of the setting sun.
Fang Fan put away the Netherworld Saint Tiger Emperor, and the six-colored light gradually dissipated into the air.
His gaze fell on the spot where Tang Hao had turned to flying ash--
On that scorched land, six spirit bones of different colors lay quietly among the gravel, radiating a tyrannical, eerie, or sacred glow.
Tang Hao's set of spirit bones could be called luxurious, with all six spirit bones complete, which was rare even among Titled Douluo.
Fang Fan picked up the six spirit bones one by one and took inventory.
These six spirit bones had various attributes, and their qualities ranged from ten thousand to tens of thousands of years.
Although they could not compare to the hundred thousand year spirit bones he had obtained from Da Ming, Er Ming, and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, they were still top-tier treasures in the entire Douluo Continent.
Just right: one piece each for Zhu Zhuqing, Little Goose, Bing'er, Yue'er, and Rongrong, and the remaining piece saved for Lingling.
As the core of the team, every member under his command had to be armed to the teeth.
The family fortune that Tang Hao had accumulated