At those words, Tang Hao's struggles stiffened slightly.
He looked up at Ye Qing's faintly mocking expression. The orb of light representing the Plane Consciousness was darting about in panic in his hand. The Plane Consciousness that he had found so agonizingly difficult to possess was no different from a toy in this junior's hands.
His opponent... really did seem capable of killing him instantly, leaving his dear son Tang San no time to come to his rescue.
But Tang Hao lost his composure for only a moment before regaining his calm.
He was, after all, the former Clear Sky Douluo. He still possessed that much composure. Tang Hao did not fear death, so Ye Qing threatening him with it would do little good.
"Heh, junior, I admit you're stronger than me and could kill me with ease." Tang Hao sneered. Even with two clones holding him down on his knees, his bearing remained just as wild and defiant.
"But so what? Since you know I'm Tang Hao, you should naturally have heard of my great name as the Clear Sky Douluo. If you think you can threaten me with death, you're dreaming!"
He was back, he was back!
That high-spirited Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao, who had dared to storm Spirit City alone and swing his hammer down upon the Pope's Palace in fury, was back!
Even Ye Qing seemed to hear a powerful burst of background music starting up.
[Raise your head... chaos and war never cease...]
Smack!!!
Tang Hao: "???"
With his speakers smashed by a slap from Ye Qing, Tang Hao held a hand to his reddened cheek and stared at Ye Qing in disbelief. "Junior, you dare strike me!"
"Insolence! How dare a mere junior humiliate me like this!"
Smack!!! Another slap.
Tang Hao: "..."