Tang Hao's Wanted Notice

Boom!

Another deafening crash rang out.

By the time Lin Yuan arrived at the Spirit Hall Branch with his men, nothing but ruins remained before him.

The main gates had been smashed to pieces.

Half the main hall had collapsed.

Deep craters scarred the bluestone ground, and bodies lay strewn in pools of blood.

The air reeked of blood.

Lin Yuan stopped short.

His gaze instantly turned cold.

Too late.

High above, two figures were colliding furiously.

The Clear Sky Hammer swept across the night sky.

Ice arrows tore through the long street.

Boom!

The shock wave from the collision of Soul Power ripped the tiles off the surrounding roofs.

Tang Hao forced Guang Ling back with a swing of his hammer, his crimson ninth Soul Ring slowly rotating behind him.

He stared fixedly at his opponent.

"Spirit Hall!"

"You've been planning this for a long time, haven't you!"

"You even sent a Revered Elder to capture me!"

Guang Ling froze at those words.

Then his expression darkened further.

"Capture you?"

"Tang Hao, you motherfu-"

Before he could finish.

Tang Hao's expression suddenly changed.

Several Soul Masters' presences were rapidly approaching.

Soul Kings.

Soul Emperors.

And more people from Spirit Hall.

The longer this dragged on, the greater the commotion would become.

And his old injuries simply would not allow him to fight a level ninety-six Titled Douluo to the death for long.

Killing intent flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.

The Clear Sky Hammer abruptly expanded.

"Get out of my way!"

Boom!!!

The enormous hammer came crashing down.

The entire street shattered with a thunderous roar.

Guang Ling drew his bow to block the oncoming impact. The instant the icy mist exploded, Tang Hao had already used the momentum to retreat at full speed.

Within a few breaths.

The black figure vanished into the far reaches of the night.

"Tang Hao!"

Guang Ling roared and was about to give chase when the wounded screamed behind him.

He forcibly halted.

Chasing down Tang Hao was important.

But a whole group of Spirit Hall members here were still waiting to be saved.

Elsewhere.

Nuoding Academy.

The work-study students' dormitory.

Tang San sat beside his bed and unfolded the letter Old Jack had just delivered.

There were very few words on the paper.

His father had something to attend to.

He was going on a long journey.

He told him to stay at the academy and cultivate diligently.

Do not look for him.

Tang San read it twice.

His brows drew tighter and tighter.

It was too sudden.

Although Tang Hao usually paid him little attention, he had never left without saying goodbye like this.

That inexplicable unease pressed against his chest like a stone.

"Dad..."

Tang San murmured softly.

In the end, he folded the letter and tucked it close to his body.

He was too weak now.

Even if something really had happened, there was nothing he could do.

He could only suppress the unease in his heart for now.

Meanwhile.

Inside the Spirit Hall Branch.

"Save the wounded first!"

Lin Yuan kicked away a broken beam pinning down an injured person.

"Everyone who can still move, lend a hand!"

"The critically wounded come first!"

"Stop the bleeding and set the bones!"

"Forget the buildings!"

The Spirit Hall Soul Masters swiftly sprang into action.

The death toll was soon tallied.

The Soul Saint who had come to their aid had died in battle.

Another had suffered a completely shattered breastbone and lay unconscious with severe injuries.

Several Soul Kings had also been killed or wounded.

Lin Yuan stood amid the blood covering the ground, his expression growing colder and colder.

Guang Ling walked into the ruins from outside.

The chill around him had yet to dissipate.

Lin Yuan looked up.

"Who?"

Guang Ling gave only a name.

"Tang Hao."

Lin Yuan's gaze abruptly sharpened.

Tang Hao?

Then he glanced at the surrounding bodies and recalled the Soul Emperor from Life-Saving Hall who had escaped.

What had originally been a perfect closing of the net had been smashed into utter disarray by that hammer blow from Tang Hao.

But the next moment.

The anger in Lin Yuan's eyes slowly subsided.

In its place came an unusual calm.

Tang Hao.

Tang San.

Nuoding Academy.

And...

The Soul Hunting Forest.

Something suddenly occurred to Lin Yuan.

The corners of his lips slowly rose.

"Interesting."

He turned to a Spirit Hall Soul King beside him.

"Go to the Soul Hunting Forest first thing tomorrow morning."

The Soul King immediately cupped his fist.

"Your Highness, please give your orders."

"Go to the outskirts."

Lin Yuan's tone was calm.

"Find a Mandala Snake around four hundred years old."

"Kill it."

"Bring its body back intact."

The Soul King visibly froze.

Although he did not know why Lin Yuan suddenly wanted a four-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake, he immediately nodded.

"Yes!"

Lin Yuan gazed toward Nuoding Academy.

His eyes were unfathomable.

Since Tang Hao overturned the chessboard with his own hands.

Tang San can just wait to absorb that Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo.

At that same moment.

Tang San, who had already fallen asleep in the dormitory, suddenly shuddered all over.

His eyes snapped open.

He did not know why.

But in that instant just now.

An inexplicable chill had crept up his back.

As though-

Something.

Had set its sights on him.

Just after giving his instructions about the Mandala Snake, Lin Yuan suddenly seemed to remember something.

He turned his head.

"Aha."

A red-and-white smiling mask immediately peeked out from behind his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

The corners of Lin Yuan's lips lifted slightly.

"Want to find some amusement?"

The mask instantly perked up.

"Amusement?"

"Aha loves amusement most of all!"

He darted right in front of Lin Yuan.

"What amusement? Tell me, tell me!"

Lin Yuan took a transparent sphere the size of his palm out of his Storage Soul Tool.

Pale silver patterns floated inside the sphere.

This was the Soul Tool Spirit Hall used to record images-the Image-Recording Crystal Ball.

Lin Yuan tossed the crystal ball to Aha.

"Go to Nuoding Academy."

"Find a fellow called 'Da Shi.'"

Aha caught the crystal ball and spun in the air.

"Da Shi?"

Lin Yuan's expression remained unchanged.

"Once you find him, add a little delayed-action laxative to his lunch tomorrow."

"Don't let it take effect too early."

"Wait until he's teaching in the afternoon for it to kick in."

Aha's smiling face visibly widened.

Lin Yuan continued:

"Then take this and stand off to the side, recording everything for me from beginning to end."

The air fell silent for a moment.

The next instant-

"Hahahahaha!"

Aha went wild with laughter.

The mask flew every which way through the air, nearly flinging the Image-Recording Crystal Ball away.

"This is too much fun!"

"Teaching class!"

"Having diarrhea!"

"And recording every bit of it!"

It suddenly swooped right up to Lin Yuan's face.

"Leave it to Aha!"

"I guarantee I won't miss a single detail!"

The moment the words fell, red and white light flashed.

The mask vanished with the Image-Recording Crystal Ball in its arms.

Guang Ling had listened from the sidelines from beginning to end, his expression growing increasingly strange.

Only after Aha left did he finally speak up.

"Wait."

"What are you doing?"

A moment ago, he had been deploying troops, capturing Evil Soul Masters, and making arrangements for the Soul Hunting Forest.

Now, in the blink of an eye, he was sending some bizarre mask to slip someone laxatives?

Guang Ling found that he understood this disciple of his less and less.

Lin Yuan put away the Imperial Bow.

"Teacher."

"Just wait and enjoy the show."

Guang Ling: "..."

He suddenly had a premonition.

That fellow called "Da Shi"-

Would probably be famous by tomorrow afternoon.

No one rested that night.

It was not until dawn the next day that the ruins of the Spirit Hall Branch were barely cleared.

The bodies were collected one by one.

The list of the dead was compiled overnight.

Compensation for their families was paid out at the highest rate.

All the severely wounded were sent to the nearest Spirit Hall Main Hall for treatment, with Spirit Hall covering the costs.

Lin Yuan stood in the makeshift hall, watching the last wounded person being carried onto a carriage.

His expression remained cold throughout.

With one strike of Tang Hao's hammer.

What had died were not numbers.

They were living, breathing human lives.

Guang Ling walked in from outside and tossed a casualty list onto the table.

"It's all been taken care of."

Lin Yuan nodded.

"There's one more thing."

"Tang Hao attacked a Spirit Hall Branch and killed multiple Spirit Hall Soul Masters. This is no longer just about the old score from six years ago."

"Send word in the name of the Nuoding City Spirit Hall Branch."

"Notify every Spirit Hall Main Hall and subsidiary hall within the Heaven Dou Empire."

"Issue a wanted notice for Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao."

"If anyone finds traces of him, don't engage him without authorization."

"Report it immediately."

Guang Ling sneered.

"Don't worry."

"The word went out last night."

"Now, as long as Tang Hao dares show his face under Spirit Hall's nose, we'll know soon enough."

Lin Yuan did not mention Tang Hao again.

Dealing with a Titled Douluo was not something a few wanted notices could resolve.

But at least, starting today-

It would not be so easy for Tang Hao to hide in the shadows as he had for the past six years.

Lin Yuan glanced at the list and did not look at it again.

"Teacher."

"Let's go."

Guang Ling raised an eyebrow.

"Where?"

Lin Yuan turned and headed underground beneath the branch hall.

"To interrogate someone."

"One got away last night. We can't let catching the one in our hands be a waste too."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Let's see just how much this big fish of ours can spit out."

The underground cells.

Layer upon layer of iron doors sealed them off.

Two Soul Kings personally stood guard outside.

Seeing Lin Yuan and Guang Ling approach, they immediately saluted.

"Your Highness."

"How is he?"

"His Soul Power has been completely sealed. We found seven medicinal pills, two poison sacs, and a poison pill hidden in a back molar."

The Soul King paused.

"As you instructed, his jaw has been dislocated too."

Lin Yuan nodded.

"Good."

The iron door slowly opened.

Inside the dim cell, the Soul Emperor was locked to a specially made torture rack.

His limbs, meridians, and Soul Power were all sealed.

He was covered in blood and grime.

Yet he still stared fixedly at Lin Yuan as he walked in.

His gaze was venomous.

Lin Yuan pulled over a chair and sat down in front of him.

"Weren't you quite good at shouting last night?"

"The Medicine King's compassionate embrace."

"The Sacred Tree bestows life."

He raised his eyes.

"Keep going today."

"I'm listening."