Tang San Gasped Like an Ox, and Tang Hao Went Looking for Trouble

[General Long Wei: Heh, you heard that, didn't you? Tell me, how long could you last under fire that dense?]

[General Long Wei: And do you know how many Soul Cannons we have?

A hundred? Wrong. Those hundred are ninth-generation fixed-installation Soul Tools. They're the high-end stuff!

As for the level-nine Soul Cannons I just mentioned, each equivalent to a full-power strike from an ordinary Titled Douluo, we have a full three hundred and thirty of them in service!]

[General Long Wei: Well, everyone, tell me. Just how strong is our Northern Underworld Empire?]

[Chen Xin: A... a fifty-li radius reduced to scorched earth?

Even if I gave it everything I had, I couldn't reach that level.]

[Ning Rongrong: And that's not all. They have three hundred Soul Cannons, each equal to a full-power strike from a Titled Douluo. Can we really win against that?]

[Dugu Bo: A fifty-kilometer radius? Even if this old man spat until he ran out of breath, his poison mist couldn't cover as much ground as one of their shells. The gap is too great.

Fire a few dozen shells, and I'm afraid the entire Heaven Dou Empire would be razed to the ground. How the hell are we supposed to fight that?]

Nearly everyone on the Douluo Continent was frightened by the Northern Underworld Empire's terrifying national strength.

The Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, in particular, felt an unparalleled sense of danger.

The other side far surpassed both empires in the strength of its Soul Masters and its armies. If it chose to invade, it would likely crush them in an instant.

The emperors of both empires looked bitter. Hundreds of super cannons? How the hell were they supposed to play that game?

[Di Huaiying: We are indeed strong, but rest assured, everyone. We develop weapons only to protect ourselves. We will not use them to invade the continent.]

[Di Huaiying: Our Northern Underworld Empire has the teachings of our ancestors: never to slaughter the innocent, never to start a war, and never to harm the common people.

But... if some of you don't know your own weight and still try to provoke us, don't blame us for showing no mercy.]

Meanwhile, outside the Waterfall, Tang Hao stared intently at the words the Northern Underworld Empire had displayed in the sky.

When he saw how powerful the Soul Cannons were, an idea suddenly occurred to him.

If I steal a cannon, could I blow Spirit Hall to pieces? At the very least, I could deal them a heavy blow.

Once the idea took hold, Tang Hao could not stop there. He wanted more.

If I steal several and present them to the Clear Sky Sect, could I return to my ancestral clan and become one of its members again?

Tang Hao looked at the words in the sky. There's no way the sect wouldn't be tempted. With a weapon this deadly, dealing with Spirit Hall would be much easier.

Just as Tang Hao was considering how to slip into the Northern Underworld Empire and steal weapons to regain his place in the sect, Tang San, fresh from training, walked over.

"Father, what are you thinking about?"

"Ah, Little San. Look at the Sky Screen."

Tang Hao pointed upward, signaling for him to look.

As Tang San read the Northern Underworld Empire's description of its Soul Tools, his expression grew darker and darker. At last, he roared.

"That's impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Tang San's face had gone pale. His clenched hands trembled faintly as he stared at what Qiu Beiling had said about the Soul Tools, slowly shaking his head.

"No! That's wrong! Hidden Weapons are the strongest!"

Tang San gritted his teeth and could not help growling under his breath. The Bullet Comments scrolling across the screen made his chest heave uncontrollably.

Having been a disciple of the Tang Sect in his previous life, he would never believe their Soul Tools were stronger than Hidden Weapons.

"The Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles, the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, and the Peacock Plume all possess supreme power capable of defying even Gods. They're the culmination of centuries of work by our Tang Sect."

"How could these bullshit Soul Cannons possibly have that kind of power? They must be hiding something!"

"Grandmaster said Soul Tools were nothing more than devices for storage and support. How could they compare with our Tang Sect Hidden Weapons?"

At that, Tang San gave a cold laugh. "One look tells you these things are crude heaps of scrap metal. They can't compare with the exquisite precision of our Tang Sect Hidden Weapons!"

"Calm down, Little San!"

Tang Hao noticed something wrong with Tang San's state. He seemed on the verge of losing control, so Tang Hao hurriedly helped guide the chaotic Soul Power within him until he settled down.

"No matter what, I have to try to get my hands on a few Soul Cannons."

Tang Hao summoned the Clear Sky Hammer and rested it on his shoulder. "If I succeed, the benefits will be enormous."

"First, you can study the Soul Cannons. I'm sure they'll help you take your Hidden Weapons to the next level."

"Second, they'll give us a way to threaten Spirit Hall. I doubt they'd want to face weapons that deadly."

"Third, I think I can use them to bring both of us back into the Clear Sky Sect. Three birds with one stone."

After Tang Hao talked him through it, Tang San calmed down. He considered his father's words again and again, until a glint appeared in his eyes.

"You're right, Father. I was too fixated on one thing."

A smile suddenly appeared on Tang San's face. If he could learn how the Northern Underworld Empire made its Soul Tools and incorporate that knowledge into Hidden Weapons, their power would surely rise.

Then he would be the first person on the Douluo Continent to fuse Hidden Weapons with Soul Tools. His future would be boundless.

"I'm glad you see it."

Tang Hao nodded, a fervent light flashing in his eyes. For so many years, not a day had passed when he had not longed to return to his ancestral clan and rejoin the Clear Sky Sect.

Now, at last, he saw a glimmer of hope. If he obtained a Soul Cannon, he could become a member of the Clear Sky Sect again, and Little San could join the clan as well.

But the difficulty now was finding the Northern Underworld Continent. He did not know where it was. If he searched alone, he might die of old age before he found it.

Tang Hao's mind raced for a way to locate the Northern Underworld Continent. No matter how he considered it, he could see no way unless they told him themselves.

Tell me themselves?

Tang Hao suddenly had an idea. If others don't provoke me, I won't provoke them. But what if I provoke them first?

No new Bullet Comments had appeared on the Douluo Continent's screen for some time. The viewers had been stunned into silence by the Northern Underworld Empire's Soul Cannons and domineering words.

Then a new comment appeared and immediately caught everyone's attention.

[Tang Hao: How arrogant of the Northern Underworld Empire. Do you think even I'm beneath your notice?]

[General Weilong: ...

Who are you? Why would we pay you any notice?]

[Tang Hao: My name is Tang Hao. I am the Clear Sky Douluo!

You claim your Soul Cannons are that powerful, but I don't believe you!

Our continents are far apart. No matter how strong your weapons are, what can you do? Come all the way to the Douluo Continent and throw your weight around?]