"Dad..."
Tang San looked up at the black-robed man in the sky, his voice barely a whisper.
Since leaving Holy Soul Village at six, he had imagined countless times what it would be like to see Tang Hao again.
He had thought he would demand answers. Perhaps he would even resent him.
But now that the moment had come, every thought was crushed beneath the figure standing between heaven and earth.
Tang Hao did not look down.
He raised the enormous Clear Sky Hammer, his gaze passing over Yue Guan and Gui Mei to settle on Pope Bibi Dong.
"The debt from back then—I'll collect a little interest today."
Nine Soul Rings flared beneath Bibi Dong's feet.
The phantom of the Death Spider Emperor spread out behind her. Purple-black armor covered her arms, and a dense aura of death rolled down Papal Mountain.
"Tang Hao. You still dared to come back."
"Why wouldn't I?"
Tang Hao threw back his head and laughed.
His Seventh Soul Ring lit up.
Clear Sky True Body!
The giant hammer in the sky swelled again, its black head like an overturned mountain. Nine Soul Rings revolved around its haft, and the glow of the red ninth ring stained even the dark clouds a murky blood-red.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei struck together.
The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum bloomed in the wind, every petal turning into a sharp golden blade. Ghostly shadows rose from the ground like countless pale hands, reaching for Tang Hao's limbs.
The Death Spider Emperor behind Bibi Dong raised its forelimbs and slashed out two crossing arcs of sickly green light.
The attacks of three Titled Douluo converged in midair.
Tang Hao made only one move.
He swung his hammer.
The enormous Clear Sky Hammer crashed down through the clouds.
Petals shattered,