Chapter 107: The King of Slaughter Intervenes
Tang San had been reluctantly saying farewell to Yu Xiaogang, but the commotion outside was so overwhelming that the two couldn't help noticing.
"Teacher… what is that?"
Tang San was stunned.
It was Yu Xiaogang's first time witnessing such a scene as well, though his knowledge was still broader than Tang San's.
"That is the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul True Body. With such overwhelming power, the one using it must be Clear Sky Douluo!"
"Clear Sky Douluo?"
The title felt strangely familiar to Tang San.
Yu Xiaogang hesitated for a moment. But since Tang Hao had already revealed himself by acting within the academy, there was no longer any reason to keep it from Tang San.
"Xiao San… Clear Sky Douluo is your father. Your second martial soul is the number one weapon martial soul in the world—the Clear Sky Hammer."
"What? My hammer martial soul is the number one weapon martial soul? My father… is a Titled Douluo?"
Tang San was overwhelmed.
From as far back as he remembered, his father was nothing but a drunken blacksmith—one who simply knew a long-lost forging technique.
What kind of Titled Douluo would live in such misery?
And yet Yu Xiaogang claimed his father was one of the strongest on the continent?
This sudden reversal left Tang San both secretly elated and a little terrified.
'I've been cultivating the methods recorded in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record… Did Father notice?'
Tang San prayed silently.
'But since he never confronted me about it… that means he either doesn't know or simply doesn't care.'
With that thought, Tang San finally relaxed.
"Teacher… who is Father fighting? He won't be in danger, right?"
Tang San asked anxiously.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "That is Clear Sky Douluo—one of the strongest experts on the entire continent. How could anything happen to him?"
To Yu Xiaogang, Tang Hao was an idol—the version of himself he could have become if his martial soul had not mutated into trash.
They were both direct descendants of one of the Upper Three Sects. Had his martial soul not mutated, he firmly believed he could have reached Tang Hao's level.
As he thought of Tang Hao's might, pride showed faintly on Yu Xiaogang's face.
But at that moment, Bibi Dong appeared—startling him half to death.
"This is bad! It's Bibi Dong!"
The pride on Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned into panic.
Tang San asked doubtfully, "Who is Bibi Dong? Is she very powerful?"
"Bibi Dong is the Supreme Pontiff of the Spirit Hall! Even the two great empires must offer tribute to the Spirit Hall!"
"The soul master stipends we receive from the Spirit Hall? They're funded by the oppressive, tyrannical taxes the Spirit Hall extorts from the two empires!"
"With such an overwhelming power, how could their Supreme Pontiff not be terrifyingly strong?"
"And Bibi Dong, like you, possesses twin martial souls—and she has cultivated both to extremely high levels."
Even with Yu Xiaogang's confidence, he didn't dare guarantee that he could train Tang San to surpass someone like the Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong.
Not to mention, there was a grudge between him and Bibi Dong. If she recognized him, she might kill him on the spot. He feared her deeply.
"What?"
Tang San's gaze sharpened. Subconsciously, he activated the Purple Demon Eye, faint violet radiance flickering in his eyes as he observed the distant battlefield.
By now, he had developed several hidden weapons—some designed specifically to pierce protective qi, such as the Cluster Soul Chasing Ball. Perhaps he could intervene.
But Tang Hao and Bibi Dong's clash was over in an instant. Before Tang San could identify a single flaw in Bibi Dong's movements, the battle was already finished.
A pale-faced Tang Hao suddenly appeared beside him and grabbed his shoulder.
"Xiao San, we're leaving!"
Tang Hao was preparing to escape with his son.
Yu Xiaogang forced himself to remain composed and greeted him, "Your Majesty Clear Sky Douluo, it has been a long time."
Tang Hao hesitated briefly, then made his decision—his son had twin martial souls. Yu Xiaogang still needed to help guide Tang San through the cultivation defects.
Yu Xiaogang was still useful—he would take him as well.
Tang San immediately realized Bibi Dong had overpowered Tang Hao. His father was retreating.
"Dad! What about Xiao Wu?"
Tang Hao's eyes flickered coldly as he remembered he had first appeared because of the disturbance from Xiao Wu's direction.
"Xiao San, you reminded me—Xiao Wu cannot be allowed to live!" Tang San exhaled in relief. He thought Tang Hao meant he would take Xiao Wu with them.
But the next moment, his pupils shrank violently—
Tang Hao swung his hammer downward at an angle, directly toward the seventh dormitory below.
"Dad, what are you doing!?"
Tang San tried desperately to appeal to their father–son bond.
He wanted Tang Hao to save Xiao Wu—not kill her.
Even though this was just an ordinary hammer strike, for someone like Tang Hao—who embodied pure strength—this blow was hardly different from a soul skill.
Tang Hao's cultivation insights alone were enough for him to reach rank ninety-seven.
If not for his lingering injuries and insufficient accumulation, he would've broken through long ago.
"No! My Xiao Wu!"
Tang San's heart shattered. He was just about to use his hidden weapons to ambush Tang Hao.
But who was Tang Hao? He was ranked ninety-five Titled Douluo. For Tang San to use a hidden weapon, he needed to activate the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Mysterious Jade Hand.
Sensing the fluctuation of Tang San's soul power, Tang Hao frowned, instantly suppressing it.
"Xiao San, I'll explain everything to you later," Tang Hao said.
This strike served two purposes:
First, to divert Bibi Dong's attention.
That young man—Qi Tian—possessed impressive talent. At such a young age, he already had the cultivation of a Soul King. He was surely among the elite of the Spirit Hall.
Tang Hao's attack wasn't actually lethal—merely enough to gravely injure the boy. This would force Bibi Dong to halt her pursuit and save him, buying Tang Hao the window he needed to escape.
Second, to kill Xiao Wu, so the Spirit Hall wouldn't benefit from obtaining her soul ring.
As for her soul bone, he already had one of the same type—more than enough for Tang San to use.
Having accomplished what he intended, Tang Hao didn't even look back. He grabbed Yu Xiaogang and Tang San and fled.
He didn't notice that the moment he teleported away, a five-colored radiance flashed inside the seventh dormitory.
The five-colored light completely masked perception. Even with Tang Hao's strength, he couldn't sense what happened inside.
Qi Tian had already predicted that once Tang Hao finished exploding his rings, he would likely come looking for trouble.
So Qi Tian had used the Sea-Calming Pearl in advance to envelop himself and Xiao Wu, vanishing from the seventh dormitory and reappearing thousands of miles away in a distant forest.
At the same time, he used his split soul to tell Bibi Dong he was unharmed.
When Bibi Dong saw Tang Hao attack the seventh dormitory, she was really frightened for a moment.
Her first purpose in coming today was to avenge her teacher, Qian Xunji. Her second purpose was to finally meet Qi Tian's true body.
If something happened to Qi Tian… she would regret it for life.
"After him!"
Bibi Dong waved her hand sharply.
As much as she wanted to see Qi Tian, she could not allow Tang Hao to escape right under her nose.
A few days earlier, in the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter suddenly felt a strange impulse.
To maintain his dominion over the Slaughter City, he would occasionally leave to hunt down solitary Death Gods.
And on this particular day, he sensed that he might once again have the opportunity to slay a Death God.
This intuition came from the Asura Demonic Sword in his hand.
A divine weapon. How could its premonition possibly be mistaken?
Thus, the King of Slaughter quietly slipped out of the Slaughter City, heading toward the location where the Death God appeared in his senses.
As the ruler of the Slaughter City, Death naturally senses the position of other Killing Gods—this was the secret behind his ability to pursue them.
Several days later, the King of Slaughter grinned maliciously as he saw a group running from a distance.
"Jie jie jie… The divine weapon's guidance was flawless. A heavily injured Death God really did appear here!"
The wounded Death God was none other than Tang Hao, who had just escaped from Nuoding City.
The King of Slaughter raised the Shura Sword, ready to strike down Tang Hao. But at that moment, a fierce struggle suddenly erupted in his mind.
"Damn it… That old ghost Tang Chen is showing signs of awakening? Trying to wrestle control of the body from me?"
The King of Slaughter immediately withdrew his killing intent.
The flicker of Tang Chen's awakening suddenly faded away.
"So… he doesn't want to watch his own descendant die?" A gloomy frustration flashed through the King of Slaughter's eyes. He silently resolved that once he returned to the Slaughter City, he would thoroughly ravage and drain this body, wringing every last drop of essence from it.
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End of Chapter