Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

Tang San narrowed his eyes slightly. He understood, of course, the reason for the change in how these guys were looking at him. The Clear Sky Sect had fallen to this state...

Putting aside the facts, is the Haotian Sect completely without fault?

Tang San didn't speak. He flipped his left hand, and black light surged as the foot-long Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his grasp.

Five black spirit rings flickered.

The three Tang brothers had long known that Tang San possessed twin martial souls and that he wasn't currently focusing on the Clear Sky Hammer, so it didn't bother them.

But the two gatekeepers, who were direct descendants of the family, didn't see it that way. They originally thought that since Tang San had come with Tang Long and the other two, his strength must be comparable.

But when he saw that there were five black spirit rings on his Clear Sky Hammer, his eyes widened in surprise.

His previously indifferent gaze immediately turned more respectful.

In the world of Soul Masters, especially in Soul Master sects, strength often represents a lot. Although they didn't say anything, their gaze had already changed.

"And what about these two?"

"Do we need to activate our Martial Soul?"

Mo Wuchang gave a cold laugh.

Tang Long couldn't help but shudder and slapped one of them across the face in annoyance.

"What are you looking at? These are two Your Majesties, get out of the way."

"Yes."

The two disciples then stepped aside.

But he secretly wondered, who exactly is this guy I've never seen before, that he even brought two Title Douluos with him?

Upon entering the gate, you first encounter a bright and spacious courtyard, with the tall stone building located at the back.

Tang Long explained to Tang San, "The sect's direct descendants span four generations, totaling over two hundred. We are the third generation, making up the largest group, about a hundred or so. This is the front courtyard, which is usually used when the sect leader calls everyone together. The back courtyard is even larger; that's where we cultivate. The sect emphasizes practical combat, and every month, the third and fourth generation disciples undergo practical combat drills under the supervision of the elders. This results in ranking based on strength."

As he spoke, Tang Long became somewhat proud.

"I've been the top-ranked player for three generations for several years in a row. When the time comes... let's have a friendly match."

Chapter 778 Past Events, All Because of a Cheapskate

"Okay, but if you lose... don't cry."

Tang San was incredibly clever; his mind was as clear as a mirror.

He knows...

These three generations of chief disciples are definitely closely related to the future succession of the sect leader.

He was determined to obtain the position of sect leader of the Haotian Sect.

Otherwise, how could he lead the Haotian Sect to greatness once again!

Moreover, he came to acknowledge his ancestors not to atone for his father's sins, but to seek revenge against the Spirit Hall and Ye Qiu.

"Hmph! Don't underestimate me! Let's settle the score with a hammer!"

Tang Long's expression changed, and he said seriously.

"Let's go see the sect leader quickly; they've probably been waiting for a long time."

The words fell.

Tang Long then led Tang San and the others into the main building of the Haotian Sect.

The buildings of the Haotian Sect did not feel luxurious at all, but they were not simple either.

The most prominent feature of the whole is its solidity and weight.

Entering the sect's main building, which is like a castle, we passed through the spacious hall and climbed the inner staircase to the second floor.

I saw many disciples of the Haotian Sect on the way.

They were all dressed in gray. The Tang brothers led Tang San to an archway at the innermost part of the second floor and stopped.

Tang Long raised his hand and knocked twice on the door.

"Sect Master, we've brought Tang San with us, along with two of his esteemed friends..."

"come in."

A deep, resonant voice echoed from inside the room.

To Tang San, the voice sounded surprisingly familiar, because it was at least 80% similar to his deceased father, Tang Hao.

Tang Long pushed open the door and went in first.

Tang Tian and Tang Yu did not follow them inside, but stood at the door.

This is a room that is over 100 square meters.

The interior is simply furnished with a wide table, bookshelves covering two walls, and two long sofas.

As soon as I entered, I was drawn to the imposing figure behind the desk.

He was over two meters tall, with a broad back and thick waist, a chiseled face, and short, graying hair.

He was also dressed in simple gray clothes, but standing there, he seemed like the very core of the castle.

Two meters tall may not be considered particularly tall, but if Tang San had to use one word to describe the person in front of him, then he could only think of the word "majestic".

Tang Hao's eyes were cloudy, a result of an old injury...

The man in front of him, who clearly resembled his father by seven or eight points, looked even younger than Tang Hao. His bright eyes were like torches, and he immediately fixed his gaze on Tang San.

A magnificent and unrestrained aura swept over Tang San, instantly placing immense pressure upon him.

But cleverly, this pressure bypassed Tang Long and had no effect on him at all.

Tang Long was quite strong, and he quickly stepped aside, his expression changing slightly.

When he looked at Tang San again, his eyes showed a hint of shock.

Tang San entered the room.

Despite the overwhelming pressure, his expression remained unchanged. He stood with his feet subtly forming a T-shape, his back ramrod straight, and his face full of smugness.

The Evil Blood Douluo frowned slightly, his lips moving...

Tang San was stunned for a moment, then bent his knees. He could vaguely see two faint layers of light, one black and one red, floating on the surface of his skin.

He fell to his knees with a thud.

He bowed to the man behind the desk who exuded a magnificent aura.

"Tang San greets the Sect Master."

The six simple words were all spoken with remarkable clarity and fluency.

Tang Long's pupils dilated slightly.

Is Tang San even human? Facing such immense pressure from their sect leader...

He was even able to change his posture and kneel in worship!

They're even more able to speak?!

Could it be that he's really stronger than me? But... he's only fourteen!

actually...

Little did he know how terrifying the pressure Tang San was under at that moment was.

The immense pressure was like a towering mountain reaching into the clouds.

The pressure was so intense that Tang San could hardly breathe.

Tang San appeared calm at this moment, but in reality, his own recovery ability had already been activated without him even realizing it.

The aura he exudes cannot be sensed from the outside.

Moreover, his entire body was already tense.

After all, it was a physique that had been constantly tempered by the Evil Blood Douluo and modified by the Blood God Pearl.

As for the six words he uttered, they were uttered using his internal energy at the instruction of the Evil Blood Douluo.

The man behind the desk lowered his gaze.

All the pressure vanished instantly, and Tang San felt a sense of emptiness around him, making him feel completely relaxed. His upper body swayed slightly, but he remained kneeling on the ground.

"Get up."

A deep voice came from the man's mouth.

That's right, this person is Tang Xiao, the current sect master of the Haotian Sect and Tang Hao's elder brother!

The other one of the two Douluo of the Haotian Sect.

His title was Xiaotian.

Tang San did not get up immediately, but his expression changed slightly and his eyes showed a struggle.

But he was helpless in the face of his godfather's demands!