Chapter 131 Tang San Collapses! Tang Hao is Dead?!
Since the conclusion of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, Tang San has devoted most of his time to this kind of meticulous control training.
He always felt that the Spirit Hall's actions were not so simple.
The man named Qian Daobai, and the unfathomable Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, weighed heavily on his heart like a mountain.
He must become stronger as soon as possible.
Suddenly, two heavy footsteps approached from afar, interrupting his cultivation.
Tang San opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.
The newcomer possessed a powerful aura and extremely strong soul power fluctuations, clearly indicating that he was neither a teacher nor a student of the academy.
He stood up and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
Soon, two figures came into his view.
One was tall and the other short, both equally robust and muscular, exuding an explosive sense of power.
Leading the group was none other than his defeated foe, Tyrone.
Beside Tyrone stood a middle-aged man whose aura was as solid as a mountain, indicating he was at least a Soul Emperor level expert.
"Tang San".
When Tailong saw Tang San, his expression was complicated. He was no longer arrogant as before, but instead carried a sense of suppressed grief.
"My father, Taino, needs to speak with you."
Tang San's gaze fell on the middle-aged man named Tai Nuo.
He saw a kind of... sadness in the other person's eyes.
"What is it?"
Tang San asked calmly, but a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
Taino didn't speak, but simply took something out of his pocket.
It was a small hammer made of black iron.
The hammer is engraved with an ancient-style character "Tang".
The moment Tang San saw the hammer, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.
That was... a keepsake from my father!
It was a keepsake left to the Power Clan by my father when he left!
"Why is this thing in your hands?"
Tang San's voice trembled slightly, a tremor he himself was unaware of.
Where is my father?
Tainuo looked at Tang San, his lips moved, and finally he spoke with difficulty.
His voice was hoarse and heavy.
"Young Master... His Majesty Haotian, he..."
"They have fallen."
boom!
These four words, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, exploded in Tang San's mind.
The whole world instantly lost all sound and color.
They've fallen?
Father...has fallen?
No.
That's impossible!
His father is Haotian Douluo! The youngest Title Douluo in the Douluo Continent! An invincible being!
How could he possibly be dead!
"You're talking nonsense!"
Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot, and a violent surge of soul power erupted from his body.
"What makes you say my father is dead! Where's the evidence?!"
Taino was not intimidated by his imposing manner, but simply shook his head sadly.
"The Haotian Sect... is gone."
"What?"
Tang San was struck dumb, frozen in place.
Taino said, word by word:
"A few days ago, the Spirit Hall launched a surprise attack on the Clear Sky Sect, razing the sect's headquarters to the ground and killing all seven Title Douluo elders."
"His Majesty Haotian fought to the death to cover the retreat of the sect's disciples."
"This news was delivered at the risk of their lives by the surviving disciples."
"The Spirit Hall...it's the Spirit Hall again!"
Tang San gritted his teeth, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He thought of Xiao Wu's grudge, the Spirit Hall's domineering attitude during the competition, and that high and mighty man, Qian Daobai.
It turns out that, without their knowledge, they had already poisoned their own loved ones!
An immense grief and anger erupted within him like a volcano.
"puff--"
Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swayed, and he almost fell over.
"Tang San!"
Tailong instinctively stepped forward, wanting to support him.
"Don't touch me!"
Tang San suddenly raised his head. In his eyes, there was no longer any trace of the clarity that belonged to a young boy, only blood-red madness and deep-seated hatred.
He asked slowly, word by word:
Who is it?
"Who killed my father?"
Tylenol took a deep breath.
"The Spirit Hall, Grand Elder."
"Qian Dao Bai."
It's that name again!
Tang San let out a silent roar as he looked up at the sky. His fingernails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood, but he was completely unaware of it.
a long time.
The violent aura emanating from him slowly subsided.
Instead, there was a chilling, deathly silence.
He looked at Taino, his eyes eerily calm.
"What do you want from me?"
Taino and Tailong exchanged a glance, then knelt down on one knee.
"My Li clan has followed the Haotian Sect for generations."
"Though His Majesty the Jade Emperor has passed away, you are our new master!"
"My father, Chief Titan, is already waiting for the young master within the clan."
"From this day forward, the Li clan is willing to go through fire and water for our young master to avenge this blood feud!"
Their voices were powerful and resounding.
Tang San looked at them in silence.
He knew that this was the last bit of strength his father had left him.
He has nothing now.
Besides hatred and the determination to take revenge.
"good."
He only said one word.
Then he turned around and walked out of the academy.
"Young Master, where are you going?"
Taino asked hurriedly.
Tang San did not turn around; his voice seemed to come from the depths of hell.
"lead the way."
"Go to your Power Clan."
"From today onwards, I am no longer Tang San of Shrek Academy."
"I am from the Haotian Sect, an Avenger."
...
The village of the Power Clan is located in an inconspicuous valley outside Tiandou City.
Throughout the village, the clanging of blacksmiths echoed everywhere, sparks flew everywhere, and a powerful and vigorous aura swept over the area.
When Tang San followed Tai Nuo and his son into the village, all the sounds stopped.
Hundreds of burly men turned their gazes to the still somewhat immature-looking boy.
Their eyes held scrutiny, grief, and even more expectation.
In the center of the village, an elderly man, taller than Taino and with a full head of silver hair but still vigorous, stood quietly, leaning on a huge forging hammer.
He was Titan, the patriarch of the Power Clan.
A level 86 Soul Master.
"Father, the young master has arrived."
Taino stepped forward and said respectfully.
Titan's gaze lingered on Tang San for a long time.
He seemed to be trying to find the man's shadow in the boy's face.
Tang San met his gaze without flinching or avoiding it.
His face showed no sadness, no cowardice, only an unyielding layer of ice.
"You are Tang Hao's son?"
Titan's voice was powerful and resonant.
"yes."
Tang San answered.
"You want revenge?"
"think."
"The Spirit Hall has now become an empire, and the new emperor, Qian Renxue, is a deity incarnate. Her father, Qian Daobai, is even more unfathomable. How will you take revenge?"
Every question Titan asks hits the nail on the head.
"With my life, with my hammer."
(End of chapter)