To Tell the Truth, Why Aren't You Believing It?

Tang Hao's voice faded, and he had already stepped out of the hall doors.

She originally still had quite a few questions to ask, but as a result the final few sentences had all been thrown completely off track by Tang Hao.

Marriage, the Clear Sky Sect, Qian Daoliu, Qian Renxue.

Tang Hao had used flippant banter to lay everything out before her in one go, directly throwing all her thoughts into disarray.

Bibi Dong had just returned to her seat before footsteps echoed from outside the hall.

An elder entered the hall and bowed. "Your Holiness the Pope, the Worship Hall sent people to the South Gate."

"Who?"

"Yue Heng, accompanied by two Soul Douluos."

Bibi Dong knew Yue Heng, a level-nine-two Titled Douluo who took orders from Qian Daoliu in the Worship Hall.

"When did they set out?"

"The moment Tang Hao stepped into Spirit City, they were already following secretly."

Bibi Dong sneered. "What a good Qian Daoliu."

The elder could tell that her mood wasn't very pretty, and only after hesitating for a moment did he ask, "Should we send people to stop them?"

Bibi Dong did not answer immediately.

Tang Hao had said his injuries were healed, and Yan Zheng had also confirmed that he could freely mobilize his soul power.

But Yan Zheng had not truly crossed hands with him, after all.

If she wanted to consider the cooperation Tang Hao proposed, she couldn't just listen to how resolute he sounded back in the hall.

"No need," Bibi Dong said. "Just don't let them start fighting in the city."

"If Yue Heng takes Tang Hao to the Worship Hall, we..."

"If we can't even handle a mere Yue Heng, what talk is there of cooperation."

The elder acknowledged the order and withdrew.

Bibi Dong thought for a moment, then changed out of her papal outer robe and left the grand hall through a side door.

She wanted to see with her own eyes whether this man's confidence stemmed from his strength or relied on that mouth of his.

The South Gate.

Tang Hao and Yan Zheng had just walked out of the city when they saw three figures whose style differed from ordinary merchants.

The man leading them was tall and thin, with his hands clasped behind his back.

Tang Hao had never seen him before, yet he caught a few clues from Yan Zheng's reaction.

"Acquaintance?" Tang Hao asked.

"Elder Yue Heng," Yan Zheng said in a low voice. "People from the Worship Hall."

"Your Spirit City is quite thoughtful with its hospitality. The one seeing me out hasn't even left yet, and the one picking up the next leg has already arrived."

Yan Zheng did not pick up on that remark.

Yue Heng stepped forward. "Tang Hao, the Great Enshrined wants to see you."

"He's not Tang Si; you don't get to see him just because you say so."

Yue Heng frowned and pondered for a moment, ultimately still asking it out loud. "Who is Tang Si?"

"Tang San's younger brother or sister, which is to say, my next child."

In the eyes of the elders of the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu was a godlike existence.

Tang Hao's words were clearly a desecration of the deity in their hearts, and Yue Heng instantly got a bit hot-headed.

"Tang Hao, watch your language!"

The two Soul Douluos behind Yue Heng took a step forward.

"Why are you all so excited? I didn't say Qian Daoliu was my son."

Tang Hao spread his hands. "No way, no way, you guys wouldn't think Qian Daoliu is my son, would you?"

"Pfft..."

Bibi Dong, who was hiding in the dark to spy, failed to hold it together, and her ice-queen image maintained for many years instantly collapsed.

She had not expected that the world-shaking Clear Sky Douluo would actually be this kind of person.

If not for the fact that his martial soul and soul power could not be faked, she would have suspected this person was some ruffian hooligan pretending to be him.

Yue Heng took several deep breaths, forcibly controlling his temperature before speaking.

"I heard you talked with the Pope for nearly an hour?"

"Were you standing outside the hall timing it?"

"Bastard!" The temperature Yue Heng had just controlled surged once more, and he couldn't help roaring, "Is that the point?"

Tang Hao asked a question he already knew the answer to. "Then the point is?"

"What did you talk about?"

"Actually, there wasn't much," Tang Hao said candidly. "My wife died, Bibi Dong's husband died, and we're both still young, so we might as well pair up and live our lives."

Yue Heng froze, Yan Zheng froze, and Bibi Dong in the shadows froze as well.

This bastard, he just went and blurted it out like that?

What happened to the secret plotting? What happened to taking things slowly? What happened to waiting until returning from the Clear Sky Sect to discuss it?

"Tang Hao, do you take me for a three-year-old child?"

Yue Heng's face flushed red; he felt that Tang Hao was toying with him.

Yan Zheng also softly reminded him, "Your Excellency Tang Hao, mind your boundaries."

Tang Hao shrugged, glancing at the spot where Bibi Dong was hiding.

Sigh, if you insist on asking, and then when I tell the truth you don't believe it, then what the hell are you pestering me for.

"Anything else? If not, I'll be leaving first."

Yue Heng took a deep breath. "I'll say it one last time, come with me to the Worship Hall!"

"Not going."

"It seems there's nothing to discuss." Yue Heng was already prepared to release his martial soul.

"There is."

Tang Hao's reply made him pull his martial soul back in.

He thought to himself that this fellow was indeed wary of the Worship Hall.

"You go back first, and have Qian Daoliu prepare the dowry. I'll go propose marriage in a few days."

"Tang Hao, fuck your mother!"

The next instant, nine soul rings rose from beneath his feet, and the two Soul Douluos immediately separated, guarding Tang Hao's left and right respectively.

"The quality of the elders in your Spirit Hall is truly poor."

Yan Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "He's from the Worship Hall."

"Weren't you cursing me in your heart?"

"No."

"Then your quality is quite good."

Amidst the exchange, Yue Heng's attack had already landed on top of Tang Hao's head.

His martial soul was a heavy bronze shield, hailed as the strongest defense.

It was meticulously chosen by Qian Daoliu specifically for Tang Hao, the number one offensive martial soul in the world.

But right now, the strongest defense had been angered to the point of treating the shield as a weapon, directly smashing it toward Tang Hao.

Tang Hao held his hands in a void grip, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared, swinging fiercely from bottom to top.

"Clang!"

Yue Heng only felt that what he had struck was not a hammer, but a mountain.

The shield violently rebounded, slamming into his chest, and his entire body flew backward, his feet plowing two long trenches into the ground.

"Do you know how to use a shield? If not, I'll teach you." Tang Hao shouldered his hammer and slowly walked toward Yue Heng.

Yan Zheng hurriedly had the gate-guarding soldiers disperse the merchant caravan.

By the time he looked out of the city again, Tang Hao had already reached Yue Heng.

Yue Heng raised his shield, and the seventh soul ring at his feet lit up.

The bronze shield swelled against the wind, its shield projection protecting him and the two Soul Douluos together.

"You picked the right one this time. Are you ready? I'm coming again."

As he spoke, he brought a hammer down.

The shield projection violently trembled.

Yue Heng's arms sank, his knees nearly touching the ground, and the two Soul Douluos behind him hurriedly urged their soul power to help him stabilize his defense.

"How is it? Have you tested out how much of my strength I've recovered?"

The Yan Zheng in the rear felt his forehead twitch. No, are you taking a jab at me here?

Fortunately, he had been somewhat polite back then, otherwise, with those two hammer strikes coming down, he feared he would already have become a meat patty.

Yue Heng gritted his teeth and did not answer.

The soul rings on his body lit up one after another, and several more layers of bronze grain surfaced on the shield's face.

"Come again!"

"Old Yan, he's the one who said to come. You bear witness."

Yan Zheng opened his mouth to speak but stopped, ultimately still closing it.

Behind Tang Hao, nine soul rings emerged one by one.

When that red soul ring appeared, Yue Heng knew things were bad, but wanting to regret it was already too late.

Along with a booming crash, the Clear Sky Hammer smashed down.

The first layer of shield projection shattered in response.

The second layer held on for a moment before also disintegrating along with it.

The two Soul Douluos let out simultaneous muffled grunts and flew backward.

The ground beneath Yue Heng's feet collapsed layer by layer, and his entire person was pressed down until he dropped to one knee, able only to desperately prop the shield above his head.

The hammer head stopped on the surface of the shield, not continuing downward.

Yue Heng wanted to push the shield up, but his arms refused to obey.

"You..." He struggled to raise his head to look at the relaxed-looking Tang Hao. "How much of your strength did you use?"

"You guess?"

Tang Hao withdrew his hammer and turned around.

He flicked his sleeves, not taking away a single cloud.