Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

"I'm talking about you, you little bastard!"

The old man's anger was undisguised, and his body was trembling with agitation.

"If it weren't for that beast Tang Hao implicating the sect, my eldest son wouldn't have been attacked and killed by the Spirit Hall on his way to procure supplies for the sect."

"That's enough. Seventh brother, if you don't control your emotions, leave here."

The long-browed elder was clearly the most respected among the five elders, and he became somewhat angry upon hearing the thin elder's relentless and uncouth insults.

Tang San was about to suddenly attack...

But the voice of the Evil Blood Douluo rang in my ears once again.

Something unexpected happened.

Tang San suddenly turned to the thin elder and kowtowed three times in quick succession.

"I'm sorry, Seventh Elder!"

“I apologize to you on behalf of my father for the mistakes he made back then. However, your real enemy should be the Spirit Hall, not my father and me.”

When Tang San said those words, his expression was very sincere, and he kowtowed three times very heavily. When he looked up again, there were blood vessels on his forehead, which spread to his eyes.

Given his level of self-healing, the fact that such damage occurred clearly indicates that he exerted excessive force.

Moreover, not a single bit of soul power was used for protection.

The thin, tall old man sneered:

"Will this make up for my grief over losing my son?"

"I'm not the only one affected by the Tang Hao incident; it affected the entire sect. If he knew he was wrong, he should have returned and committed suicide to atone for his mistake, but he didn't... Instead, he hid outside and died like a piece of trash in Wuhun City, even handing over my sect's inherited soul bone to the Wuhun Hall!"

"The lineage of the Great Sumeru Hammer of my Haotian Sect has been severed, and this is all the fault of you and your father!"

Tang San was furious and stood up, seemingly not having heard what the Seventh Elder said.

His once sincere gaze suddenly turned sharp.

"Although I don't think the sect's affairs were entirely my father's fault, he was still wrong to implicate the sect. So I apologize to you."

“However, your previous words insulted my late mother, and I must seek justice. Seventh Elder, I challenge you, even if it means death.”

Tang San spoke these words with absolute certainty.

Although he was plain-looking, had dark skin, and was thin.

But at this moment.

Everyone in the Clear Sky Sect felt the powerful and fierce aura emanating from Tang San.

The slender Seventh Elder was taken aback.

"You want to challenge me?"

Tang San affirmed.

"Yes, please enlighten me, Seventh Elder."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The Seventh Elder burst into laughter.

The unrestrained laughter, imbued with powerful soul energy, seemed to make the entire Haotian Sect tremble.

"You, a junior, dare to challenge me? If Tang Hao had said that, it would have been more appropriate, but unfortunately he's already dead, and his death was utterly meaningless! He even lost several soul bones!"

"Heh... If my father were here, even the Seventh Elder might not dare to accept the challenge!"

"Insolence! Sharp tongue!"

Seeing the Seventh Elder's furious outburst...

Tang Xiao remained silent, letting Tang San handle the situation on his own, and naturally didn't say anything more.

This is a test for Tang San.

Tang San quietly looked at the Seventh Elder.

He said calmly, "Seventh Elder, are you afraid to fight this junior?"

Just a few simple words.

It felt like a slap in the face to the Seventh Elder.

The Seventh Elder's laughter stopped abruptly.

As one of the five elders of the Haotian Sect, this Seventh Elder holds an extremely high position in the sect, and even Tang Xiao has to give him some leeway.

To be provoked like this by a younger generation...

How could he possibly tolerate this!

Just as the Seventh Elder was about to speak, the Long-Browed Elder said calmly:

"Young people can have pride, but they cannot be arrogant."

"Tang San, you have never returned to the sect, and you are not yet a member of the sect. We will not punish you according to the sect's rules. However, you have shown contempt for the sect, and the sect will not let this go. Where is Tang Hu?"

"Second Uncle!"

After a long and eloquent speech, he established a positive image for himself.

A burly man, who looked to be around forty years old, stepped out from the crowd.

As he walked out of the crowd.

The fact that the third-generation disciples made way for him shows his status within the sect.

The Elder with the long eyebrows said calmly:

"You should spar with him. Although the Haotian Sect has gone into seclusion, it is not a sect that outsiders can challenge."

Clearly, he never acknowledged that Tang San was a member of the Clear Sky Sect.

A faint sound reached Tang San's ears.

"Tang Hu's strength is no less than Tang Long's, and his soul power has reached level 64. He won well."

The sound belongs to Mo Wuchang.

This seemingly idle titled Douluo is actually quite meticulous.

But to Tang San's surprise...

The long-browed elder actually glanced at Mo Wuchang, as if he had also heard Mo Wuchang's convoluted words.

Tang San looked at Elder Long Eyebrows.

"Elder, if I win, am I qualified to challenge the Seventh Elder?"

The Elder with Long Eyebrows glanced at Tang San.

His eyes were as calm as a vast ocean.

This elder showed no outward signs of danger, but Tang San vaguely sensed that he seemed even more dangerous than his uncle, Tang Xiao.

"can."

The Seventh Elder snorted disdainfully.

"Tang Hu, if you lose, I'll lock you up in solitary confinement for a year."

Tang Hu did not speak.

This is the exact opposite of Tang Long's wildness.

This third-generation elite of the Haotian Sect appeared very gloomy.

His face was ashen, yet he remained unusually calm. He was tall but not bulky, and showed no emotional fluctuations despite the words of the two elders.

Tang San sneered...

Perhaps the opponent I am about to face in this small corner of Haotian Sect is no ordinary adversary.

But in Tang San's eyes...

The most outstanding disciple of the third generation of the once number one sect in the world is nothing but a clay chicken and a clay dog.

……

"Tang Hu, Level 64 Power Attack Type Battle Soul Emperor. Please." Tang Hu gestured for Tang San to enter, displaying a very refined manner.

"Tang San, Level 59 Control-type Battle Soul King, please!"

Tang San's movements were very casual.

It looks just like a light, fluttering willow branch.

When Tang San revealed his soul power level, the entire Clear Sky Sect disciple audience erupted in uproar.

Tang San is much younger than Tang Hu.

Even Tang Long only broke through to level 60 at the age of thirty.

"Wait a minute, kid, how old are you?"

The previously boastful Seventh Elder suddenly asked.