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At Shrek Academy.
Flames raged everywhere. Thick black smoke billowed into the sky.
Tang Hao rotated his neck, shaking off charred flesh from his body. His bloodshot eyes locked onto the young man standing protectively in front of Flander.
The youth's red hair danced in the wind. His feathered robe, formed from red-gold flames, fluttered gently, and his eyes burned with an intense fire.
Within those eyes, Tang Hao saw anger, killing intent, and cold indifference.
But what he didn't see—was fear.
Tang Hao took a deep breath, and the killing intent in his heart solidified. Without further hesitation, he raised the massive hammer in his hand. His third and fourth spirit rings lit up at once!
BOOM!!!
A violent burst of energy exploded from the ground, tearing through everything nearby. Gravel shot into the air, wooden beams shattered into dust.
Everything was swept away and obliterated—except for those resilient red-gold flames that refused to be extinguished.
Clear Sky Hammer—the continent's number one offensive spirit!
An unbearable weight pressed down on Flander and Ma Hongjun. The air thickened like mud, rendering both of them completely immobile.
"In your next life, don't mess with my son!"
Tang Hao roared. The giant black hammer soared through the air and came crashing down toward Ma Hongjun and Flander!
Buzz...
Is this the end?
Flander shut his eyes in despair, overwhelmed by regret and sadness.
I really am useless. I couldn't win Erlong's heart, and now I can't even protect my student.
Hongjun... I've failed you. I'm just a... huh?
After murmuring to himself for a while, Flander realized something was wrong—death hadn't come. Even the searing wind against his skin had disappeared.
What's happening...?
He cautiously opened his eyes—only to see the terrifying black hammer suspended in the air above the boy. It had stopped, as if it had struck the strongest shield in the world and couldn't move another inch.
Tang Hao's twisted expression was now filled with panic.
Flander could clearly see that Tang Hao was struggling with all his might to force the hammer down, but no matter how hard he tried, neither the hammer nor his body moved.
What... is going on?!
The Four-Eyed Owl stood up, rubbing his eyes in disbelief at the scene before him.
Step. Step. Step.
Footsteps echoed across the now eerily silent battlefield, each one like a drumbeat pounding on everyone's chest.
A figure cloaked in brilliant, multicolored light strolled out from the sea of red-gold flames and slowly walked into the heart of the battlefield.
The Phoenix Fire—so powerful it could burn even a Titled Douluo—didn't seem to affect him at all.
"Who... who are you?"
Tang Hao's limbs trembled, his face flushed. He tried to remain calm as he stared at the radiant figure—so brilliant he couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman.
"If you beat the young ones, the old ones will naturally show up."
The figure glanced at him indifferently, then waved a hand.
Before Tang Hao could react to the eerily familiar line, a sharp pain surged through his legs. He looked down in shock—the ground beneath him seemed to come alive, wrapping around his legs. What had been soft earth now transformed into vicious thorns, violently piercing his flesh!
"AAAHHH!!!"
He let out a guttural scream. His eyes turned crimson, spirit power surged, and the suspended Clear Sky Hammer began to tremble.
"I don't care who you are. Today, I will—AAAAHH!!!"
Before he could finish, the air around him condensed. Moisture transformed into sharp ice blades, stabbing into both sides of his face and turning his words into muffled cries.
"So noisy."
The figure frowned and waved again. The ice blades expanded rapidly, freezing half of Tang Hao's face. Only his terrified eyes remained unfrozen.
No blood flowed. Instead, it all crystallized into red shards of ice near his cheeks.
"Consider this... interest."
With another casual wave, a flash of silver light burst from Tang Hao's body—his right arm and left leg shimmered for an instant.
What does that mean...?
Though wracked with pain, Tang Hao still tried to make sense of the words. Suddenly, he felt emptiness where his limbs used to be—his right arm and left leg had lost all sensation.
Then he saw it—his own arm and leg floating in the air. With another flicker of silver light, their flesh and blood vanished instantly, leaving behind two radiant, crystalline bones.
Tang Hao's pupils contracted in shock.
"Uuuuhhh!!"
He thrashed in agony, bloodshot eyes locked onto the floating bones.
Soul bones!
Those were the inherited soul bones the Haotian Sect had gifted him!
His soul bones had been forcibly stripped away!
Gulp—
Flander swallowed hard. Watching the once-invincible Haotian Douluo fall to such a miserable state made his legs tremble.
This guy... is terrifying!!
But wait... who is this guy?!
If someone as monstrous as Tang Hao could be crushed like this, just how powerful was this figure?
Then, to his horror, Flander felt that the glowing figure was looking at him.
Uh-oh...?
His heart skipped a beat, a cold shiver running from his tailbone to the top of his head.
No way... Boss, can you hear what I'm thinking?!
Flander nearly burst into tears. His entire body trembled as he braced himself for a punishment. But instead, he saw two beams of light float down in front of him.
It was the two soul bones—those incredibly rare, high-quality spirit bones that had just been stripped from Tang Hao!
"Take them."
The figure spoke casually.
Flander's mouth dropped open. He stared dumbfounded at the soul bones, then looked up at the figure and pinched his thigh.
It hurt—it wasn't a dream.
These two soul bones, each more than 60,000 years old, had been given to him just like that?!
Dear heavens—if this is a dream, please don't wake me up!!
This rollercoaster is too intense—my heart can't take it!!
"Still trash," the figure muttered with a shake of his head. "But slightly better than the rest."
Then he seemed to sense something and turned his gaze toward Tang Hao's waist.
There was a pouch—a storage-type soul guide.
With a wave of his hand, silver light flashed. The pouch vanished from Tang Hao's waist and reappeared in the figure's hand.
"Uuuuuuhhh!!!"
Tang Hao screamed even more frantically, his eyes bloodshot.
But no matter how much he struggled, all he could do was watch helplessly as the figure opened the pouch and examined the contents.
Inside—
A stunning deep-blue crystal that radiated an immense aura.
And—a blue seed.
"You're not worthy of holding her."
The figure shook his head again and raised his hand.
A soft silver moonlight began to condense slowly in the air.
Tang Hao's despairing gaze flickered with sudden terror.
From that gathering moonlight, he sensed a deadly murderous intent—far beyond anything he had ever felt before!