"Zhao Wuji."
Tang Hao's voice rang out again, utterly flat and devoid of emotion.
"You struck my son. You must pay a price for that."
He had originally co today only in secret, intending to quietly see how his son was doing at the academy he had just joined.
Yet not long after arriving, he personally witnessed Tang San being sent flying by a heavy punch from Zhao Wuji.
At that very mont, he had nearly lost control and intervened on the spot.
Unfortunately, the lingering, ghostlike presence of the pursuers from the Spirit Hall appeared nearby.
With his old injuries still unhealed, he truly did not wish to get entangled with them any further.
Left with no choice, he forcibly suppressed his rage and withdrew into concealnt.
As for how the test ultimately ended afterward, or whether Tang San had been injured, he did not know all the details.
But there was one thing he was certain of—
Zhao Wuji had indeed laid hands on his son.
And so, after spending considerable effort shaking off his pursuers, Tang Hao returned despite the enormous risk of being discovered by the Spirit Hall.
All for one reason alone—
To find Zhao Wuji and settle this account.
This was simply how Tang Hao was—
Petty to the extre!
"Your Excellency! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"
Zhao Wuji was drenched in sweat as he hurriedly explained, his voice trembling.
"That was just the academy's normal entrance test! Every new student has to go through it!"
"I absolutely didn't an to bully Tang San, and I already held back a lot!"
"A misunderstanding?"
Tang Hao rely repeated those two words indifferently, letting out an extrely faint snort through his nose.
As that snort sounded, the pressure blanketing the surroundings abruptly intensified.
"Pff!"
Zhao Wuji and Flender let out muffled groans at the sa ti, their bodies swaying as they nearly collapsed flat onto the ground.
It felt as though an invisible giant hand had brutally clenched their internal organs, even making the circulation of their soul power sluggish.
This was the terror of a Titled Douluo.
Before a Titled Douluo, even Soul Saint–level experts were…
"My son is not soone others are allowed to discipline."
Tang Hao's tone remained calm, yet it carried an unquestionable will.
"How about this—I won't make things too difficult for you."
He paused, his gaze falling on Zhao Wuji's deathly pale face.
"Endure under my hand for the ti it takes an incense stick to burn. No matter the result, this matter will be settled. I will not pursue it further."
The words sounded rather lenient.
But to Zhao Wuji's ears, they were no different from a death sentence.
Hold out under Clear Sky Douluo for an incense stick's ti?
What kind of joke was this?!
The other party was a Titled Douluo, while he himself was only a Rank 76 Soul Saint.
The gap between them was far greater than that between a baby and a fully grown man!
Forget an incense stick—
He suspected he wouldn't even be able to withstand a single casual move from Tang Hao before being heavily injured on the spot!
Despair flooded Zhao Wuji like icy seawater.
He cast a pleading look toward Flender beside him.
Yet Flender's expression was just as bleak, his eyes filled with helplessness.
Before absolute power, any reasoning or explanation seed pale and ridiculous.
Zhao Wuji clenched his teeth, preparing to brace himself and gamble his life.
Even if it was nothing more than an egg striking a rock.
"Hm?"
Tang Hao, who had maintained a blank expression the entire ti, suddenly frowned ever so slightly.
He turned his head sharply.
Eyes sharp as a hawk's shot toward the darkness deep within the forest on the other side.
A trace of cold vigilance—and clear displeasure at being disturbed—flashed through his gaze.
Almost at the sa mont—
"Hehehe…"
A light, drifting laugh tinged with a strange, yin-like teasing quality floated out from that sa direction in the darkness.
The laughter was not loud, yet it clearly pierced the silent night and drilled into everyone's ears, bringing with it an inexplicable chill.
"Well, well. This is quite the eye-opener."
That voice spoke slowly.
"So the mighty Clear Sky Douluo, a peak powerhouse who once shook the entire continent, is now hiding behind a small academy, bullying a junior Soul Saint?"
The drawn-out tone even carried a faint hint of mockery.
Footsteps sounded.
Two figures, one after the other, slowly erged from the dense darkness, stepping into the forest clearing barely illuminated by moonlight.
The man on the left was tall and slender, dressed in an extrely eye-catching orange-yellow robe.
Large, brilliant chrysanthemum patterns were embroidered across the robe.
A faint, ambiguous smile hung at the corner of his lips.
His features were soft and delicate, his skin fair, his fingers long and slender.
At first glance, he looked almost like a woman.
Only the Adam's apple betrayed the fact that he was male.
The person on the right was completely wrapped in a wide black cloak and wore a mask.
All that could be felt was a cold, eerie aura continuously emanating from him.
It was as though he himself was part of the darkness, capable of lting into the shadows and vanishing at any mont.
Upon seeing the two of them, Flender and Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank to pinpoints!
They had personally seen these two before!
Elders of the Spirit Hall's Elder Hall, the Pope's most trusted subordinates—two Titled Douluos!
"Damn it! It's them again!"
A flash of anger crossed Tang Hao's face.
The aura he had been restraining began to slowly rise.
The atmosphere in the clearing instantly tightened to the extre.
The presence of three Titled Douluo–level powerhouses—even in silent confrontation—made the very air in this space thick and stagnant.
Flender and Zhao Wuji didn't dare breathe loudly.
Their throats felt dry, and circulating their soul power beca extraordinarily difficult.
At this mont, they weren't just afraid—they were also confused and terrified.
What on earth was going on tonight?
First, the appearance of Clear Sky Douluo, and now two Titled Douluo elders from the Spirit Hall had shown up as well.
Since when did their tiny Shrek Academy beco a gathering place for the continent's top-tier powerhouses?
Yue Guan's narrow eyes first swept over the miserable Flender and Zhao Wuji, revealing unconcealed disdain.
Then his gaze returned to Tang Hao.
The smile on his face remained, but his tone grew even sharper and sinister.
"Tang Hao, it's been a while. You've really gone backward in life."
"What has the once-glorious Clear Sky Douluo been reduced to bullying the weak and venting his anger on juniors?"
Gui i said nothing, rely standing there quietly.
Yet the black mist surrounding his body silently spread outward, faintly sealing off several directions Tang Hao might retreat through.
Facing their mockery and the faint encirclent, Tang Hao's eyes remained calm.
But beneath that calm, it was as though a volcano was brewing.
"Hmph."
"I, Tang Hao, do not need to explain my actions to you. And it's certainly not your Spirit Hall's place to point fingers."
The instant the final word fell—
"Boom—!"
A surge of soul power far more violent and domineering than before erupted from Tang Hao without any restraint!
Though no soul rings appeared, the tangible pressure alone caused the ground beneath their feet to tremble slightly.
"Tsk, are you going to make a move?"
The smile on Yue Guan's face faded slightly, his eyes sharpening.
"This ti, we will definitely take you down!"
The black mist around Gui i's body also churned violently.
Yue Guan gently brushed the exquisite chrysanthemum embroidery on his orange-yellow sleeve, his voice turning cold.
"You escaped last ti and displeased Her Holiness the Pope. It seems the two of us will once again have to exchange a few pointers with Clear Sky Douluo."
The forest wind had stopped at so unknown mont.
Even the insect chirps had long vanished without a trace.
All that remained was suffocating silence—
And the terrifying auras of three Title Douluos, continuously climbing and violently colliding with one another.
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End of Chapter
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