That afternoon, Spirit Hall sent word to all its branches, ordering them to post notices in their respective cities:
Tang San and the Blue Silver Emperor were now in Spirit Hall's hands. Once Tang Hao saw the notice, he was to come to Heaven Dou City in person, cripple his own cultivation, and surrender.
As soon as the notice went up, the news seemed to sprout wings, swiftly spreading through every street and alley of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Overnight, Spirit Hall's notices covered the city gates, the walls beside marketplaces, and the walls of teahouses and taverns.
The ink on the notices had yet to dry, and the paper was still damp with paste, but onlookers had already packed around them in ring upon ring, leaving not a gap to squeeze through.
In teahouses, taverns, and marketplaces, people everywhere were discussing the matter. Some marveled at Spirit Hall's audacity, others wondered how the Clear Sky Douluo would react, and still others secretly clicked their tongues, convinced that something terrible was about to happen.
"The Clear Sky Douluo! Back then, even Spirit Hall couldn't do anything to him. Looks like they're going to clash head-on this time."
"Exactly. They've taken his son hostage. How could he not come?"
"Just wait for the show. Heaven Dou City is going to get lively."
Such discussions rose and fell throughout the streets and alleys. Everyone was waiting to see whether the Clear Sky Douluo, who had vanished without a trace years ago, would finally appear. Some bet that he would come, others that he would not. Taverns even began taking wagers on it.
Meanwhile, Tang Hao remained completely unaware of everything that had happened in Heaven Dou City. He had just reached the Back Hill of Holy Soul Village and landed before that