"T-Tang Hao..."
Someone cried out.
Immediately, it was as though a ladle of cold water had been poured over the crowd. Utter silence erupted into an uproar, then the uproar subsided into utter silence again.
"Clear Sky Douluo!"
"Tang Hao is here too!"
"Why would he come... and all alone at that!"
A tall, imposing figure landed on the ground.
He looked more down-and-out than he had twenty years ago, with shabby clothes, unkempt whiskers, and a half-length cloak faded to a dingy gray.
Yet merely standing there, he resembled a god of slaughter who had walked straight off a battlefield.
Tang Hao first looked up at the sky, then at the enormous gate. Finally, his gaze shifted and settled on Li Hanqiu.
"Li Hanqiu, you're actually still alive."
He bared his teeth in something that could hardly be called a smile. His gaze was savage, as though he were looking at a worm he had thought crushed long ago, only to find it still crawling before him.
"How did I fail to notice your talent back in that little place called Nordin?"
He walked toward Li Hanqiu step by step, each footfall making the ground tremble faintly.
"Li Hanqiu, you've become somewhat interesting."
"You know?"
He paused, then said, "I almost forgot someone like you even existed. Until I heard that my worthless adopted son had died at the hands of your disciple, Tang San."
He said no more, merely giving a cold snort. "Once we're inside the secret realm, whether we live or die is our own affair. Li Hanqiu, do you dare enter?"
The moment his words fell,
several piercing gazes shot over from the western side of the crowd.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stood there side by side.
Ghost Douluo's entire face was hidden beneath