Douluo Continent, I've brought the entire Dragon King.

Chapter 47 Me, the mighty Haotian Douluo, playing house with a bunch of little devils?

Tang Hao stood in that familiar forest, his brows furrowed. He was quite familiar with the environment before him; wasn't this the Star Dou Great Forest?

How did I get here?

What exactly did this college do to itself?

Could this be the environment of that academy?

Tang Hao had lived for so many years and seen countless Soul Masters, but he had never encountered anything like this before.

Even the titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall don't have this ability.

"What exactly is that academy?"

Tang Hao took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

His gaze swept around and quickly landed on a group of people not far away.

A dozen or so boys and girls, dressed in matching white school uniforms, were looking at him with eager eyes.

A cold glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.

"What are these guys trying to do?"

His gaze sharpened as it fell upon the school uniforms. Weren't these the same uniforms worn by the Shrek Academy where he was imprisoned?

"I see----"

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

"Locking me in solitary confinement wasn't enough; you also have to bring me here to be your students' sparring partner?"

Tang Hao's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Okay, very good."

It turned out that Lin Feng had spared his life because he intended to use him as a sparring partner for his student. Tang Hao said "good" twice, clearly furious.

"Since you dare to send me to fight these students—"

A ruthless glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.

"Then don't blame me for causing you trouble."

He harbored a deep-seated hatred for that college.

The dean slammed him into the ground with a single move, sealed his soul power, and locked him in solitary confinement like an animal.

He kept this humiliation in his heart, and now he could finally vent his anger on the students who were causing trouble for them.

"Even if I only have the cultivation level of the third ring—"

Tang Hao took a deep breath and gripped the Clear Sky Hammer even tighter in his hand.

"I'll show you that Haotian Douluo is not someone to be trifled with."

A young man rushed over, moving very fast and carrying a sharp aura.

Zhang Yangzi, possessed by a martial spirit, is the Dark Illusionary Eagle.

A pair of jet-black wings appeared behind him, and his body left afterimages in the air.

First Soul Skill: Shadow Clone.

A clone identical to Zhang Yangzi appeared beside him, possessing fifty percent of the original's power.

Tang Hao sneered, spun the Clear Sky Hammer around in his hand, and then swung it directly forward.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

The fighting style of the Haotian Hammer never requires any special skills.

One force can overcome ten techniques.

"Bang--!

""

The Haotian Hammer struck Zhang Yangzi's body with a dull thud.

Zhang Yangzi's clone vanished instantly, while his main body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

But he reacted quickly, waving his hands sharply as he flew backward.

Second Soul Skill: Eagle Soars Through the Sky.

This is the Dark Phantom Eagle's self-sacrifice technique, which transforms all of its abilities into a single-target attack with astonishing power.

Zhang Yangzi twisted his body suddenly in mid-air, and like a swooping eagle, he rushed towards Tang Hao.

"Hmph, useless!"

Tang Hao flicked his wrist, and the Clear Sky Hammer swung upwards, precisely striking Zhang Yangzi's attack.

"boom--!

"

Zhang Yangzi's body was shaken so badly that it tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

He lay on the ground, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving violently.

Tang Hao controlled his strength. In this strange place, he didn't know if he could kill someone. If he killed this student, the academy would definitely not let him off the hook.

He still has Ah Yin; he can't die.

But not killing doesn't mean you can't cause trouble.

Tang Hao's lips curled into a cruel smile as he raised the Haotian Hammer and smashed it down on Zhang Yangzi's leg.

That hammer blow would at least result in a broken bone, enough to give that academy a run for its money.

Before the hammer could fall, a thick vine flew over from the side, wrapped around Zhang Yangzi's waist, and pulled him backward sharply.

Zhang Yangzi slid across the ground, narrowly avoiding the hammer blow.

The Haotian Hammer smashed into the ground, creating a deep crater, and flying debris.

Tang Hao's face darkened.

"Who?!"

He looked up and gazed in the direction from which the vines had flown.

A boy stood not far away, his right hand still outstretched.

The boy looked to be eleven or twelve years old, with a somewhat naive face, but his eyes were very calm.

Behind him were several other students from the group he had just met.

Blue Silver Grass.

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Blue Silver Grass —

A figure flashed through his mind: a long dress, long blue hair, and a gentle smile.

Tang Hao shook his head, trying to dismiss the thought, but his gaze remained fixed on the boy.

That feeling—was very strange.

It was as if something resonated within him, calling out to him.

"This boy—"

Tang Hao's brows furrowed tightly.

"Could he also be from the Haotian Sect?"

No, the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect all have the Clear Sky Hammer as their martial soul, so they couldn't possibly have Blue Silver Grass.

The only person who possesses both the Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer martial souls is his own son, Tang San!

But... why does this guy in front of him feel so familiar? Tang Hao really couldn't figure it out.

On the other side, Zhang Yangzi got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and walked up to Tang Wulin.

Thanks.

His voice was a little weak, and he glanced at the black hammer in Tang Hao's hand with lingering fear.

"If that hammer blow had landed, I probably would have been eliminated."

The injuries sustained inside the Ascension Platform only cause pain and do not affect the real world. However... getting hit by such a hammer blow can really be excruciating.

Tang Wulin shook his head.

"You're welcome."

He turned his head and looked at Ning Rongrong behind him.

"Rongrong, increase."

Ning Rongrong nodded quickly, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her hand lit up.

"The seven treasures have names, the first being: Strength!"

"The seven treasures are named, the second being: Speed!"

Golden light fell upon Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, and the Golden Dragon Claw slowly revealed itself. At the same time, footsteps came from other directions.

One figure after another emerged from the forest.

A dozen or so teenagers surrounded Tang Hao from different directions.

Tang Hao glanced at it and counted.

Sixteen.

His lips twitched.

"One against many?"

"Is it one against sixteen?"

Xie Xie walked to Tang Wulin's side, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Tang Hao with a smile.

"Boss, this uncle doesn't look easy to deal with."

Tang Wulin nodded.

"Um.

""

Luo Ziyan also walked over, holding a long sword in her hand, her eyes fixed on Tang Hao warily.

"Tang Wulin, just say the word if you need any help."

"We may not be as good as you, but we can still lend a hand."

The others nodded in agreement. Tang Hao looked at the group of eager young men and women and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

His gaze swept over everyone, and he slowly raised the Haotian Hammer in his hand.

Back when the Spirit Hall besieged him, he never backed down and even seriously injured the Pope on the other side. Now, facing this group of brats, he is even less likely to back down!

Tang Hao suddenly raised the Clear Sky Hammer, and three spirit rings—two yellow and one purple—appeared beneath him. However... his aura was incredibly powerful, unlike that of an ordinary three-ring spirit master!