Beat the Rat, Out Comes His Thieving Father
The sky above the Papal Hall suddenly turned completely black.
It wasn't that it was going to rain; rather, a massive, black iron hammer suddenly crashed down from the clouds. The hammerhead was as big as a small hill, covered in a dark red, rough, electric light, completely blocking out the midday sun.
In the sky, Tang Hao's rough, calloused hand was gripped tightly by Tang San. The father glanced down at his trembling, sickly flesh in his arms, and his anger flared, his old face burning with shame. Tang Hao had smashed the Pope with a hammer in his life, and wherever he went, he walked with his back straight and his head held high. But today, he had trampled the ancestral tablets of the Tang family to pieces.
"You worthless piece of trash! I taught you the great hammer, but you didn't use it. Instead, you secretly play with these worthless pieces of iron!" Tang Hao gritted his teeth and slapped Tang San hard on the back of the head, causing another mouthful of blood to spill from the corner of his mouth. "Shut up your tears! You've disgraced yourself to this extent, and you still have the nerve to cry?"
Meanwhile, in the Papal Hall Square below, Ling Yun stood with both feet on the edge of the steps, crunching loudly on a piece of fruit in his mouth. He then yelled at the top of his lungs, his plain language echoing jarringly across the square. "Hey, you little Haozi who got a kick out of the way, and out comes an old thief father wielding a sledgehammer?"
He pointed at the giant black hammer in the sky and laughed loudly, "Uncle Hammer, your Clear Sky Sect's style is really something! Fighting with poison, and the loser cries 'Dad'! It's fine if you come to bail out your lowlife son, but before you run away, can you at least settle the bill for the smashed Plate?"
Upon hearing this, the oppressive atmosphere in the sky instantly dissipated.
Tang Hao froze mid-air, his rough face turning purplish-red.
He originally came to cause trouble and establish his authority, but he saw it all clearly from the shadows—his own son didn't fight fairly on stage, but instead hid under the stands and used Poison Sting, turning the other party's two apprentices into mangled flesh!
This was so wrong that even he, as the father, felt his face burning with shame!
"Tang Hao!! How dare you show your face?"
Bibi Dong shoved the nearly dead Tang San to the ground like a dead dog, her scepter pointing skyward, her eyes blazing with a bloodthirsty light. "Your son used a vile poison weapon to destroy two of my Spirit Hall's geniuses! Today, even if you dig up the Clear Sky Sect's ancestral graves, this little beast will be buried with them! Yue Guan! Gui Mei! Kill them all!!"
Boom!!
The killing intent of the Peerless Douluo, combined with the Soul Power of the two Titled Douluos, instantly collided with the giant black hammer in the sky!
When gods fight, the bricks and tiles below suffer the consequences. The giant dragon pillar was pulverized by the shockwave, and a group of cardinals and guards fled in terror, even Xue Ye had to be carried back to hide.
But just when everyone in the room was panicking and trying to save their lives...
Ling Yun patted the fruit crumbs off his hands and slowly stood up straight.
He completely ignored the few devils in the sky demolishing the house, turned around and shouted to the people behind him, "Boss Dai, Fatty, stop standing there watching the show! Get to work!"
Ma Hongjun shrank his neck and sidled closer. "Brother Yun, the fighting upstairs is in full swing, what work are we doing?"
"Did we win against the Star Luo Empire just now?" Ling Yun gestured with his thumb towards the Arena.
"We won!"
"Are those three white jade boxes displayed on the steps of the Papal Hall our real prize?"
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun glanced in the direction of the light, their eyes instantly lighting up.
The three top-grade ten- Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones were still sitting alone on the red cloth tray! The people from the Spirit Hall had all gone to surround Tang Hao, and there wasn't even a panting guard on the steps!
"Let's go, let's get some supplies."
Ling Yun put his hands in his pockets, led his two henchmen, and swaggered up the Han White Jade steps against the flow of fleeing people.
The cardinals, craning their necks to look up at the sky, were suddenly startled to see three thugs in blue short-sleeved shirts approaching the brocade box. Without even a stammer, Ling Yun picked up the box containing the Spirit Skull and stuffed it into his own arms, then shoved the other two boxes into Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's.
"Hold it tight. If you chip a corner, we'll use both of your bones to make soup."
"Stop!! Put the Soul Bone down!!" A Platinum Bishop finally came to his senses, his beard trembling with anger, and reached out to snatch it.
Ling Yun didn't even turn his head, flicking the pink Tongue Scarf behind his shoulder. A High-Pressure Water Blade sliced across the ground, carving a deep trench in front of the old man's boot tip.
"Old man, once you've placed your bet, you have to accept the loss. Take another half step forward, and I'll send you down to meet your Spirit Hall ancestors."
Taking advantage of the chaos at the top, Blue Tyrant two companions, carrying bones, quickly retreated back to their own camp.
Outside the square.
Flender wiped the yellow sweat from his forehead, glanced at Yu Xiaogang who was vomiting blood and convulsing on the ground, then looked at Tang Hao who was preparing to escape in the sky, and gritted his teeth.
He loves money, but he's not stupid. Tang San did something that angered everyone today, and Yu Xiaogang is still oblivious to the danger and keeps clinging to him.
"Listen up, everyone from the Blue Tyrant Academy!!"
Flender mustered his Soul Power, his hoarse voice drowning out the shouts from the crowd, "I, Flender, here and now, in front of the whole world, declare this! From this moment forward, Blue Tyrant Academy will completely expel Yu Xiaogang and Tang San! This master and disciple's underhanded tactics of using poison weapons behind the stage have absolutely nothing to do with Blue Tyrant!"
These words were like a razor blade, severing the last vestiges of friendship between Shrek and his master and apprentice.
In the sky, Tang Hao endured a heavy blow from Bibi Dong, groaning as he Spit Up a mouthful of blood. Using the force of the blow, he smashed half of the roof of the Papal Hall with his black hammer, scooped Tang San up from the mud, transformed into a black and red demonic wind, and turned to flee desperately out of Spirit City.
Tang San told his father to lift him up in mid-air like a tattered sack.
The wind rushed into my throat, cutting painfully.
He turned his head with difficulty and glanced down at the square below.
No one pitied him.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun looked at him as if he were hiding from a pile of stinking dog poop. Flender's face was full of disgust.
Beside Ling Yun, Xiao Wu was bowing her head and vigorously patting her skirt, as if afraid of getting her hands on the stench emanating from Tang San's poison weapon. She didn't even want to bother looking up at him.
The Wisdom Skull he had been eyeing for months, and the Tang Sect rules he had been so proud of in his previous life—all of it was stripped bare by Ling Yun's hands, which were tucked into his pockets, in the middle of the day.
Tang San squeezed his eyes shut in the howling wind, blood streaming from the corners of his eyes smearing his face.
All his so-called pride and principles were shattered to pieces. In this broken body, only a wicked demon remained, a living demon that would dig up graves of the destitute and gnaw on human bones in order to kill Ling Yun and Revenge the people of this city.