O soul of threefold visage!

As Sunday's words fell, Echoes of Old Dreams, condensed from the lingering echoes of his memories, appeared around him.

Golden light flared beneath his feet, coalescing into an enormous formation.

Sunday closed his eyes and slowly rose into the air. An enormous golden figure took shape behind him and slowly stood.

The giant's body was woven from gold and white, and its raised right hand held a baton.

Hymns and Echoes of Old Dreams circled around him, and an aura of elegance, solemnity, majesty, and order radiated from his body.

At the same time, soul rings rose one after another from beneath his feet, surrounding Sunday.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red, red. Nine soul rings slowly revolved, radiating a heart-stopping power.

"A... Titled Douluo!"

Everyone was stunned by the enormous manifestation, but Sunday's soul rings shocked them even more.

A thousand-year second ring, a ten-thousand-year fourth ring, and even a hundred-thousand-year eighth ring-each one overturned everything they thought they knew.

"Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, and two of them! Heavens, he might be the only one on the continent!"

Dugu Yan stared at the two dazzling Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings beneath Sunday's feet, her head spinning.

After all, her grandfather had risked his life just to obtain a Medusa over ninety thousand years old for a soul ring.

Ning Fengzhi was also stunned, but wild joy quickly followed. He had gambled correctly.

Thankfully, he had not intervened when Dugu Bo and Heaven Dou's three education commissioners attacked earlier.

Sunday's strength was unmatched on the continent. Befriending him would undoubtedly mark an enormous leap forward for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Sunday looked at the enormous hammer and raised his hand slightly. Behind him, Dominicus mirrored the gesture, lifting the baton in his hand.

With that single motion, the seemingly invincible Clear Sky Hammer was instantly knocked away.

"Pfft!"

As the Clear Sky Hammer flew away, Tang Hao's concealed figure immediately fell to the ground.

Bracing himself against his hammer, Tang Hao knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of black blood, staring in alarm at Sunday in the air.

"A Titled Douluo-no! With two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, he's a Super Douluo.

"Damn it, to think I'd encounter a peerless powerhouse like this in a place like this."

Tang Hao was now sick with regret. Why had he insisted on coveting twin martial souls?

He could have simply let Tang San cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer. With his help and Little Three's innate full soul power, the boy would at least become a Super Douluo, perhaps even a Peerless Douluo.

And now, because he had insisted on saving Yu Xiaogang, he had landed himself in this mess.

Of everyone present, Yu Xiaogang was undoubtedly the one falling apart the most.

They were both learned men, yet he was merely a Soul Grandmaster. And Sunday? A Titled Douluo! One with two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, no less.

"Why? Why?! Why does heaven treat me like this?! We both have mutated martial souls,

"so why is mine a swine, while his is such a powerful existence?"

"Impossible! Impossible! This must be fake. Yes, fake."

Yu Xiaogang knelt on one knee like a madman. He had been battered until not a patch of skin remained intact in the very field he took the most pride in.

Now Sunday had crushed him in every other respect as well. His conceited nature could not accept it.

Hearing the commotion behind him, Tang Hao's anger surged. He swung his hammer and smashed Yu Xiaogang straight into the ground.

"Shut your mouth! Haven't you caused enough trouble already?"

A weakling like Yu Xiaogang could never withstand a blow from Tang Hao's hammer. He passed out in the pit on the spot.

"Xiaogang! Are you all right, Xiaogang?"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang knocked unconscious, Liu Erlong rushed to his side, anxiety written all over her face.

"You-what gives you the right to treat Xiaogang like this? Xiaogang was protecting those children! You..."

Liu Erlong saw that Yu Xiaogang had fainted, blood still seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Her phoenix eyes widened in a glare, and she pointed at Tang Hao and began berating him.

"You're too damn loud!"

Tang Hao could not take it anymore. Was this the time for an argument? Could they not take a look at the situation?

His hand rose and his hammer fell. Liu Erlong went flying too, crashing hard into the courtyard wall.

"Pah! What kind of freaks does the Yu family produce? No wonder they get worse every year."

Tang Hao inwardly spat in contempt, then cautiously observed Sunday.

Sunday looked at Tang Hao, a faint curve lifting the corner of his mouth.

"What... were you trying to do just now?"

Sunday's question instantly drenched Tang Hao in cold sweat.

"This man is my son's teacher. I couldn't possibly watch him die. I have greatly offended you, Senior, and I hope you will forgive me."

Not a single person present believed Tang Hao's words. That blow had clearly been intended to silence everyone permanently.

Xue Qinghe's eyes were bloodshot. His hands were clenched tightly behind his back, and he did not even notice his nails digging into the soft flesh of his palms.

Tang. Hao!

Faced with the man who had killed her father, Qian Renxue was already exercising the utmost restraint by not exposing herself on the spot.

So Tang San is Tang Hao's son. Good. Very good. You killed my father, so I'll destroy your son!

Ning Fengzhi's gaze was icy as well. His opinion of Tang Hao and Shrek had already dropped to freezing point.

It seems the rumors of twin martial souls weren't smoke without fire. He absolutely cannot be allowed to grow.

"Forgive you? If I hadn't been able to stop you today, would you have apologized to a puddle of mangled flesh?"

Watching Tang Hao bow his head in apology, Sunday's disgust reached its peak.

The man tried to silence people permanently at the slightest provocation. Though the original story had never mentioned it, given Tang Hao's selfish nature, he had probably taken revenge against Spirit Hall many times over the years.

How could the lives lost at his hands number only in the hundreds? Even that blade of grass might have been deliberately set up by him.

After all, who would knowingly take his wife out beneath the eyes of all the major powers while she was weakened by childbirth, as though afraid they would not realize she was a soul beast?

The more Sunday thought about it, the angrier he became. The evil members of the Tang Family truly lived up to their reputation.

He had even struck Tang San's teacher without a second thought. In truth, the food Tang San had eaten during his years with Yu Xiaogang was probably better than everything he had eaten in Holy Soul Village from birth until his departure combined.

Hearing Sunday's hostile tone, Tang Hao felt apprehensive, but also humiliated and angry.

Damn it! If I were in my prime, a mere Super Douluo wouldn't be worth a fart!

Looking at the silent Tang Hao, Sunday could guess he was brewing nothing but foul wind. He decided not to give him any more time to think.

Sunday folded his arms across his chest and spoke in a reverent tone.

"O soul of threefold visage, please hear my question..."

As Sunday spoke, Dominicus lifted his head high and raised the enormous baton in his hand.

Golden musical notes drifted through the air, forming a beautiful melody.

"If you can withstand this attack, I'll let you all leave. However... Qin Ming must face the judgment of the law!"

Seeing that magnificent sight, Tang Hao's vigilance climbed into his throat. He prepared to detonate all his soul rings and stake everything on one desperate attempt.

He had not expected Sunday to offer a concession in the end. Tang Hao drew a deep breath and nodded.

"Very well. Please grant me your guidance, Senior!"

With that, Tang Hao leaped high into the air. The enormous hammer in his hand dragged a fierce gale behind it, unleashing a series of sonic booms.

"Great Sumeru Hammer!"

"Dance in a Dream!"