"I declare the Turn Back to the Shore Team the winner!"
With that shout from the host, Doudou, the match in the Soul Fighting Arena officially drew to a close.
Qian Chongling, however, felt rather frustrated, because he had found no trace of Tang Hao in the Soul Fighting Arena.
Even after sweeping all of Suotuo City with his spiritual power, he still could not locate Tang Hao.
After all, who was Tang Hao? He was the Clear Sky Douluo, a towering man who held up the heavens, who would fuck the sky and everything beneath it.
Now Tang Hao had watched his own son get pinned to the floor and ground into it by some nameless team-no, by a girl about Tang San's age.
His son's face had been beaten to a pulp. How could his invincible daddy possibly swallow that insult?
Yet Qian Chongling truly had not found Tang Hao. Although he did not know why, he could make a small guess.
Perhaps, just perhaps, Tang Hao had seen Tang San rack up victory after victory, even defeating the Imperial Fighting Team's level 47 Xue Haicang.
Then, just like Tang San, he had let it all go to his head?
Meanwhile, far away in the hills behind Blue Tyrant Academy, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in Tang Hao's heart.
The first time he had felt this ominous premonition had been twelve years ago, when Spirit Hall had surrounded them deep in the mountains, ultimately forcing Ah Yin to sacrifice herself.
Now that feeling had returned. Did that not mean something might very well have happened to his own son, Tang San?
At that thought, Tang Hao's expression suddenly turned exceedingly grim. He spoke to the blue-clad girl swinging the Clear Sky Hammer nearby.
"Xiao Wei, your Second Uncle