Chapter 8
In the Falling Sun Forest, a completely black hammer descended from the sky.
Shen Tianyu frowned and turned around, throwing a punch.
Bang!
His fist collided with the hammer, sending it flying away on the spot.
Waves of energy surged, spreading outward like ripples.
A burly figure charged in like a hurricane.
Tattered robes fluttered, and soul power swept through.
Yu Xiaogang and the other two felt the world spinning, their feet leaving the ground.
When they steadied themselves again, they were already three hundred meters away.
The hammer returned to the man's hand, revealing its true form.
The man wore a ragged robe, his skin a dark bronze color.
His muscular body seemed about to burst through the tattered robe.
His face was sallow, his hair disheveled, as if it were a nest for birds flying by.
In his right hand, he gripped the black hammer, while his left arm held a young boy.
The newcomer was none other than Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao.
The boy he held in his left arm was Tang San.
Shen Tianyu raised his eyebrows; this guy Tang San had been severely injured by him earlier and thrown away by Dugu Bo, yet he hadn't died.
What a true child of destiny, incredibly lucky.
What he didn't expect was that Tang Hao was actually following Tang San!
It made sense, though. Although Tang Hao left a letter and departed after Tang San's martial soul awakened,
he had never shown himself but was observing in secret most of the time.
This time, the Shrek group was going to join the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
How could Tang Hao feel at ease? He had been following secretly all along.
Until later, when Tang San was abducted by Dugu Bo, he had followed as well.
The reason he only appeared now was that he was treating Tang San's injuries.
Facing Shen Tianyu, Tang Hao didn't hide the killing intent in his eyes at all, 'Anyone who harms my son deserves to die!'
"Haotian Excellency! Xiao San!"
Yu Xiaogang was excited, on the brink of death yet granted new life—how could one not be thrilled?
Moreover, in Yu Xiaogang's heart, Tang Hao had always been his idol, an irreplaceable figure.
He once hammered the former Pope of the Spirit Hall, which vented Yu Xiaogang's anger fiercely.
If not for Qian Xunji, he would have long been living a shameless life with Dong'er.
Seeing him today was naturally a surprise.
And seeing that Tang San was unharmed made it even more joyous.
"Master, thank you for teaching Xiao San so diligently."
"It's not hard; it's what I should do!"
Yu Xiaogang waved his hands excitedly.
Tang Hao turned around and handed the unconscious Tang San to Yu Xiaogang.
"Take Xiao San and leave. I don't want to face him right now; don't tell him I appeared."
"Understood!"
Yu Xiaogang nodded heavily, then quickly turned and left with Liu Erlong and Flender.
As they left, Yu Xiaogang glared viciously at Shen Tianyu, 'Shen Tianyu, you shouldn't have messed with Tang San!'
You never expected that Haotian Douluo was nearby, did you?
Haotian Douluo has appeared; you're done for!
Shen Tianyu didn't stop Yu Xiaogang's group. Those worthless small fries could be killed with a casual wave.
When to strike didn't matter at all.
Instead, the Tang Hao in front of him piqued Shen Tianyu's interest.
How strong was the pure power-based Haotian Douluo?
He wondered if Tang Hao could withstand a punch with three years of power.
"You're Shen Tianyu, right!"
Tang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly. "I heard you say that if I dare to come, you'll kill me just the same?"
"Heh! That's exactly what I, the young master, said!"
"The former Pope of the Spirit Hall died under my hammer! Even if Qian Daoliu were here, I wouldn't fear him! What the hell are you to dare boast about killing me? When did some nameless rat dare to proclaim themselves king on the Douluo Continent!"
Boom!
Tang Hao spoke slowly, and nine soul rings rose from his body one after another.
Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, red!
A level 95 Super Douluo with the optimal soul ring configuration.
Across the entire Douluo Continent, Tang Hao indeed had the strength to be arrogant.
"Haotian Douluo is truly impressive! But I heard that Qian Xunji was killed by Bibi Dong?"
Shen Tianyu smiled ambiguously, his gaze fixed on that ninth red soul ring.
"Such an impressive figure, yet you needed your wife to sacrifice herself to advance to Titled Douluo? That hammer of yours didn't just kill Qian Xunji; it also forced the Haotian Sect into seclusion! The affiliated single-attribute Four Sects have suffered miserably because of you. You couldn't protect your wife, brought ruin to your clan, and indirectly abandoned the loyal single-attribute Four Sects. Someone like you deserves to inherit the Haotian title? The Haotian Sect is disgraced because of you!"
Every word was like a knife to the heart.
Tang Hao, already burdened with guilt, turned ashen at Shen Tianyu's insults, his forehead veins bulging.
"What a sharp-tongued brat!" Lifting the Haotian Hammer, Tang Hao raised his head, straightened his back, and said calmly, "I won't use my soul rings or soul skills. If you can hold out against me for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, I'll just beat you up today, and if you dare touch my son again in the future, I'll take your life!"
Tang Hao had his own pride. He said it would be for the time of a stick of incense and without using soul rings or skills. But he was confident that he could kill Shen Tianyu within that time.
Moreover, Tang Hao left himself a way out. Though he said he wouldn't use soul rings or skills, he didn't say he wouldn't use the inherited Haotian Hammer techniques.
If things went wrong and Shen Tianyu could really hold out for a stick of incense, Tang Hao would deliver a fatal blow at the end!
That way, he could maintain his reputation.
"A stick of incense?" Shen Tianyu smirked, sizing up Tang Hao.
"Too little?"
"No, you misunderstood!" Shaking his head gently, Shen Tianyu said something shocking. "I think killing you won't take as long as a stick of incense!"
As soon as he said this, Tang Hao's killing intent instantly filled the air.
"Arrogant!"
Ever since entering the Titled Douluo realm, Tang Hao had been a famous figure on the continent.
Even after retiring for a few years, legends of him still circulated.
Today, he was being provoked and looked down upon like this.
The anger in his heart was completely ignited.
If he didn't kill the person in front of him and let him escape,
Where would the prestige of Haotian Douluo be? The Tang Hao who hammered the Pope would only be more despised!