Just as Dai Mubai was basking in his victory, several overwhelming auras erupted around the arena like crashing waves. At the same time, a cold and majestic female voice echoed through the air:
"Blue Tyrant Team captain Tang San has been confirmed to be the offspring of the Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao and a soul beast. The Blue Tyrant Team is hereby disqualified from the Soul Master Tournament."
A gleam of purple flickered in Davis's eyes as he laughed mockingly. "Heh, Mubai, looks like the results you were so proud of have just been voided. Who would've thought your beloved captain is nothing more than a soul beast hybrid like those wild rogue bandits. I wonder what the Empire will think of their third prince now?"
At this point, Dai Mubai had no time to respond to his brother's taunts. He turned sharply and rushed toward the spectator stands.
There, beside the red-robed bishop, a regal woman in a black and gold gown stood, holding an enormous scepter. There was no doubt that the voice had come from her.
The Pope stared coldly at the Blue Tyrant Academy's section and spoke slowly. "Humans and soul beasts cannot coexist. Sixteen years ago, Tang Hao openly betrayed humanity by consorting with a 100,000-year transformed soul beast and injuring the previous Pope with the help of other soul beasts. Tang San is the abomination born from that union. Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, arrest him."
Tang San's true heritage had long been known among the high ranks of Spirit Hall, but without the Pope's direct order, no one had dared to act against him.
But Spirit Hall was not unified. Above the Pope's Hall was the Worship Hall, led by Qian Daoliu, which ensured the Qian family maintained control. The red-robed bishop, a representative of that faction and the referee for the tournament finals, had acted on Qian Renxue's command, pressing Bibi Dong into taking action.
As soon as Bibi Dong spoke, the arena erupted in shock and chaos.
"I knew it! His techniques were so ruthless—he must have soul beast blood."
"Tang Hao conspired with soul beasts against the former Pope? What a disgrace. The Clear Sky Clan raised a monster!"
"Thank the heavens he was exposed today. Imagine the damage he would've done if allowed to grow stronger!"
While everyone criticized Tang San, only Grandmaster charged forward, brandishing a Spirit Hall token and shouting loudly.
"I am also an elder of Spirit Hall! I have the right to know the truth. Your Holiness, you may arrest him, but this matter has not been fully investigated! What proof do you have that Tang San is a soul beast hybrid? I've been with him for years—I can guarantee there's nothing inhuman about him!"
Bibi Dong's brow furrowed slightly. Meeting Grandmaster's furious gaze, she softened her tone slightly. "Yu Xiaogang, don't tell me you never questioned why his Blue Silver Grass is so powerful. A child of a 100,000-year soul beast is born different from humans. Can a normal person be so bloodthirsty?"
Yu Xiaogang paused for a moment before stiffening his neck and retorting. "People with soul beast bloodlines have obvious physical traits—like the Wind Demon Wolf bandits who grow massive canine teeth, wild body hair, and inherit their wolf abilities. Look at Xiao San—what soul beast traits does he have?"
His argument stirred murmurs of doubt among the crowd. Even Bibi Dong fell silent briefly.
"How can a 100,000-year transformed soul beast be compared to wild hybrids? Precisely because he has no beast traits, that makes him even more dangerous! For the future of humanity, Tang San must be captured!" The red-robed bishop, now desperate, shouted. "Yu Xiaogang isn't even a real elder—he's holding the Pope's token that was gifted to the Clear Sky Clan! He's using Tang Hao's relic! How dare you lie, Yu Xiaogang!"
"Your Holiness." Chrysanthemum Douluo reminded the dazed Bibi Dong, awaiting her order.
Bibi Dong snapped out of it. Her eyes flashed with complex emotion. She took a deep breath, her gaze suddenly cold and sharp as she looked at Grandmaster.
"Arrest Tang San. Anyone who interferes—kill without mercy."
With the order given, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo shot toward Tang San like shadows.
Just as they were about to seize him, a deep and thunderous voice exploded through the air.
"One flower, one ghost—you two think you can harm my son? Get lost."
The voice wasn't loud, but the wild soul power it contained caused everyone's body to tremble involuntarily.
With a low boom, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were blasted away from Tang San like cannonballs.
Their faces shifted slightly. Tang Hao couldn't match Yu Tianming, but without using their Fusion Technique, they had no way of restraining him either. Bibi Dong's expression grew grim—she knew full well of Tang Hao's feats. killing a Title Douluo, severely wounding Qian Xunji and another Title Douluo. This slovenly man was not to be underestimated.
Tang San, moments ago resigned to death, looked up sharply. His eyes lit up with joy.
A tall, burly middle-aged man stood before him, dressed in ragged robes with no patches. Bronze skin peeked through. His hair was a bird's nest, and his waxy yellow face was unshaven, covered in stubble. Despite having just repelled two Title Douluos, his eyes remained sleepy.
Seeing this man, Tang San's strength crumbled. Tears welled up and two trembling words left his lips. "Da... Dad..."
But the voice that came out had no masculinity at all—it sounded like a delicate girl's voice.
Even Tang Hao shivered. Many spectators looked horrified.
'What the hell was that voice? Is this really that ruthless Tang San?'
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo returned to Bibi Dong's side. Ghost Douluo muttered coldly.
"Why is that brat's voice so girly? Old Chrysanthemum, was this your doing?"
"Don't talk nonsense! I've never touched him! How would I know?!"
"Enough. I can't use my full strength right now. Wait for my signal—then we'll release the Martial Soul Fusion Skill."
While the three Douluos communicated, Tang Hao hovered midair, his dim yellow eyes gleaming with killing intent.
"Want revenge for your teacher, Bibi Dong? You really think... you can stop me?"
Hearing this, Bibi Dong no longer hesitated. With a wave, the two Douluos flew straight toward Tang Hao.
Facing them, Tang Hao simply smiled.
"That's right. Xiao San is the child of the 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor. But so what? Beast or human—what difference does it make? You hypocrites will never understand the love between me and Ah Yin. Cowards like you only know how to bark."
Grandmaster, usually proud, idolized Tang Hao—the youngest Title Douluo, someone he could never hope to reach. But this confession made his earlier defense seem laughable.
In the original timeline, Tang Hao had thanked Grandmaster and Flender before fleeing. But clearly, he didn't give a damn about saving face.
Before the two Douluos arrived, Tang Hao stomped down—Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red. Nine soul rings burst forth and surged into the Clear Sky Hammer. Red streaks lined the jet-black weapon, which instantly grew to over a hundred meters long—massive as a mountain.
In the VIP seats, Yu Tianming chuckled softly.
"Great Sumeru Hammer... Looks like Tang Hao's going all in. Still putting on that 'couldn't care less' act—what a joke."
His voice, though quiet, reached many ears.
Without hesitation, Tang Hao raised the colossal hammer and slammed it down toward Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum Douluo.
The air across Spirit City twisted. All soul masters below Title Douluo were completely immobilized. Yet in the stands, competitors from across the continent watched in horror.
"Tang Hao, you dare?!"
Bibi Dong was furious. She, along with Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, rose into the sky to meet the hammer. Sword Douluo, beside Ning Fengzhi, also launched skyward without hesitation.
BOOM!
Like the judgment of heaven, a thunderous roar shook all of Spirit City.
Every soul master under Rank 70 lost consciousness under the force. Only a few, shielded by powerful allies, remained conscious.
Three figures were flung from the sky as the hammer dissolved. Blood trickled from the mouths of all four Title Douluos, while Tang Hao gushed blood like a waterfall.
"Bibi Dong... just wait. Spirit Hall will pay for what it owes me. That day is coming... soon."
With that, Tang Hao grabbed Tang San and reached toward Xiao Wu.
A powerful suction force surged forth—but before he could seize her, Xiao Wu flew into Yu Tianming's arms.
"Father! Save Xiao Wu—don't let her fall into Yu Tianming's hands!" Tang San's sharp voice rang out in panic.
Tang Hao's brow furrowed. He glanced at his ravaged body, then at the slightly wounded Title Douluos.
'I've protected Xiao Wu this long—how could I let someone else take her now?'
Thinking of her 100,000-year ring and soul bone, Tang Hao gritted his teeth and charged toward Yu Tianming.
Yet none of the Title Douluos moved. All eyes simply followed Tang Hao as he raised his hammer again.
He could feel something was off—but it was too late to stop now.
"If Tang Chen were here, he might take a few of my strikes. You? You can't even wield the Great Sumeru Hammer properly. What made you think you could challenge me?"
Yu Tianming shook his head slowly. With a flick of his finger, a hair-thin arc of black light shot out, slicing toward Tang Hao's waist. It moved with terrifying speed.
Tang Hao barely managed to raise the Clear Sky Hammer to block it. The black arc vanished, but the hammer shattered inch by inch.
Blood sprayed from Tang Hao's mouth like a crimson rain, staining the arena tiles.
But he didn't dare pause. He didn't even glance at Xiao Wu. Gritting his teeth, he surged his soul power and flew off with Tang San.
Though Sword Douluo didn't pursue—due to the alliance of the Three Great Clans—neither did Bibi Dong's group, despite being only lightly wounded.
Chrysanthemum Douluo muttered as he watched the receding figure. "Truly worthy of the Clear Sky Douluo. Bleeding like a stuck pig, and he still flew away with Tang San."
As Tang Hao vanished into the horizon, his booming voice echoed once more. "Hahahaha! That little girl in Yu Tianming's hands? She's a 100,000-year soul beast. Let's see how you deal with that."
Yu Tianming narrowed his eyes. With a flick of his finger, another deep black arc shot out. Before Tang Hao's words even finished, it had already reached his back.
(End of Chapter)
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