Once Tang Hao had figured out what had happened, he told Tang Yuehua. Anger filled her face.
Tang Yuehua did not look down on Tang Hao because he had been disfigured. On the Romance Continent, people fell for the person, not their looks.
Qian Daoliu was far more handsome than Tang Chen, yet Bo Saixi had firmly chosen Tang Chen. Nor had Xiao Wu stopped liking Tang San because his face had been unremarkable before his makeover at level fifty.
"What? Someone actually did that? Hao, could Spirit Hall be behind it?" Tang Yuehua guessed.
"Impossible." Tang Hao's head might have been pointed, but he still had some brains. "If Spirit Hall had found me, they would have tried to kill me. They wouldn't do something so pointless."
They were both furious, especially Tang Hao. He might have been balding and scruffy before, but he had still been a little handsome underneath it all.
After Mahito's alterations, though, his looks had plunged straight into the negatives!
Rage surged through Tang Hao. He drew a heavy breath, then shuddered slightly. For some reason, he suddenly felt the urge to fart.
He thought nothing of it. Surely it was just an ordinary fart.
Little did he know he had entered the most terrifying gamble in the world: I bet it's just a fart.
Then—BLAM!
A thunderous fart rang out, followed at once by a terrible stench.
Terror spread across Tang Yuehua's delicate face.
"Hao... you!"
Tang Hao stared blankly, unable to believe it.
He was the mighty Clear Sky Douluo, who had dominated an era. Hailed as the Clear Sky Sect's next rising star after Tang Chen, he had once been unmatched throughout the Soul World and had crushed the Spirit Hall Pope in a one-against-three fight. He was the invincible Tang