Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 121, Section 138: Welcome to Spark

Tang Hao, looking dejected, picked up a bottle of cheap beer that he had left over from last night from the edge of the bed and took a few sips.

"Grandpa, the matter of Haotian Sect is not my fault. If it is not my fault, I will give the sect an explanation."

Tang Hao fed the little scoundrel goat milk while carrying him away from the dilapidated temple.

He knew that a tough battle was coming, and that Qian Daoliu would lead the Spirit Hall's elders to hunt him down. He had to use all his strength to detonate his rings to force Qian Daoliu to retreat.

In his previous life, Tang Hao thought that Qian Daoliu might have been hesitant because of his grandfather. In this life, Tang Hao realized that as an angel god's worshipper, Qian Daoliu was sensitive to divine power. He sensed the aura of the god on his body and thus withdrew.

"Hmph, Spirit Hall, I let you off the hook in my past life. In this life, I, Tang Hao, must leave a few retainers behind. That way, when Xiao San destroys your Spirit Hall in the future, he won't have to bear so much pressure, right?" Tang Hao said arrogantly.

However, Tang Hao, who was wandering around, did not encounter Qian Daoliu's pursuit. Instead, in a tavern in Bianmo Town, a small town with a population of more than two thousand, he heard a conversation.

"Have you heard? The Spirit Hall attacked the Clear Sky Sect. The sect's disciples were almost all killed. The number one sect in the world has actually fallen to this state. It can only be said that there is an unfilial descendant in the sect."

"Sigh, if it weren't for Tang Hao, the Haotian Sect would probably still be enjoying unparalleled glory right now."

"Who knows? You don't know? Now the Haotian Sect has been forced to hang up a plaque that says 'Rat Cave.' Everyone in the world knows about this."

"Haotian Sect, rat hole, hahahahaha!"

Before he could finish laughing, a rough, powerful hand grabbed his neck and pulled him in front of him. Before him stood a burly, strong man with bloodshot eyes, panting heavily.

"What did you say? What happened to the Haotian Sect? Tell me!" Tang Hao said, his eyes red and his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, please don't get agitated."

The man was terrified and quickly told Tang Hao everything he had heard. Tang Hao then learned about everything that had happened at the Haotian Sect.

"That's all I know. Can you please let me go?" the man said fearfully.

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The next moment, Tang Hao snapped his neck and let go, and the man fell to the ground with his eyes wide open in death.

"Ah, someone's dead! Someone's dead!" Panic broke out in the tavern, and people scattered in all directions.

"You have insulted the Haotian Sect, and you will all die a horrible death—" The Killing God Domain was released from Tang Hao's body. He summoned the Haotian Hammer, and anyone in the tavern who tried to escape died under Tang Hao's Haotian Iron Hammer.

However, Tang Hao still felt unable to vent his anger and grievances.

He emerged from the tavern, immediately activating his Martial Soul True Form, and a massive iron hammer descended upon the heads of the ants in this small town.

Inside the city, people looked up in fear and saw the Haotian Hammer that blotted out the sky, and began to flee in panic.

"Ahhhh-"

Tang Hao roared angrily—

"Spirit Hall, Spirit Hall, you owe me the lives of hundreds of Clear Sky Sect members! I demand you pay for this debt in blood!"

With a deafening crash, a single blow from the hammer claimed the lives of dozens, even hundreds.

With another thunderous blow, hundreds of people were turned into ghosts.

Tang Hao vented his anger until dusk, when the entire city was reduced to ruins by his Clear Sky Hammer. Only then did he release half of the anger and grievances in his heart.

Standing atop the now-ruinsed city, Tang Hao tossed the Clear Sky Hammer aside, stretched out his ape-like arms, and pounded his chest fiercely, letting out a baboon-like scream—

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

"Spirit Hall, I, Tang Hao, have long since left the Clear Sky Sect. I take responsibility for my own actions. This matter has nothing to do with the Clear Sky Sect. Why make things difficult for the Clear Sky Sect? The Clear Sky Sect is completely innocent!" The setting sun, like blood, spilled across the ruins of the city. Tang Hao, bathed in the blood-red sunlight, was filled with a fierce aura.

"Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu, since you won't come looking for me, then don't blame me, Tang Hao, for attacking your Spirit Hall and slaughtering you. For every person you kill from my Clear Sky Sect, I will slaughter a hundred from your Spirit Hall to atone for the wronged souls of my Clear Sky Sect." Tang Hao roared, his eyes bloodshot and his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Tang Hao decided that since Qian Daoliu wasn't coming to find him, he would attack the Spirit Hall. That's right, he was that confident. So Tang Hao left.

He didn't notice that in the city, on a collapsed ruin, a little child was grabbing a hand that was reaching out from the rubble, crying out, "Mommy, Mommy."

After an unknown amount of time, a snow-white hand suddenly landed on the dirty child's shoulder.

The little boy, his face streaked with tears, turned to look at her. A woman with long, silver-white hair and snow-white skin was looking at him.

Her arrival made the surrounding air feel a bit colder.

A few days later, with the woman's help, the child buried his relatives: his father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, and his newborn sister. The whole family was at home when a catastrophe suddenly struck.

In her final moments before death, the mother struggled to throw herself out.

He survived, but he also lost his home; his loved ones all became cold graves.

The boy stood before the grave and asked, "Sister, why did he let me live in the end? Why didn't he kill me? Was it because he didn't notice me?"

The woman remained silent for a moment, then said, "As far as Tang Hao is concerned, you're right under his nose; there's no way he wouldn't notice."

"Then why? Isn't he afraid I'll take revenge in the future?" the boy said resentfully.

"Perhaps he doesn't care," the woman said. "His martial soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, a top-tier weapon martial soul on the continent, and his cultivation is just one step away from being a titled martial soul. So what about you? What are your parents' martial souls? We can basically deduce what your future martial soul will be. After all, mutation is a one-in-a-million thing. Even if you eventually mutate, will your martial soul definitely surpass the Clear Sky Hammer?"

"If you want revenge, you need to have the strength. To have the strength to take revenge, you need to have the qualifications to acquire that strength. Martial Soul is that qualification."

The boy fell silent, lowering his head. The answer was too real, too hurtful.

From Tang Hao's perspective, apart from a few top-tier forces like the Spirit Hall, he really didn't need to be afraid of anything.

Leaving aside the fact that his son Tang San is the future God King, and that he himself is the master of the plane who controls the fate of all living beings, just talking about this Douluo Continent, family bloodline determines martial soul, and martial soul determines fate. What kind of background, what kind of family, what kind of martial soul one possesses—powerful martial soul families will always be powerful, while weak martial soul families will be ants for generations.

Have a grudge? You better keep it to yourself. Revenge requires qualifications; not just anyone has the right to seek revenge.

The threat this child posed to him was as insignificant as roadside weeds; Tang Hao wasn't even willing to waste his precious time to finish him off.

"Can I get revenge?"

"You have to ask yourself that question: Do you want revenge?"

"I want revenge!"

"Do you dare to take revenge?"

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

"I can grant you the power of revenge, but this power comes at a price. Will you accept it?"

"If you can give me the ability, I am willing to accept it at any cost."

"Welcome to Spark."

(End of this chapter)