Chapter 35: Yu Xiaogang Frightened to the Point of Wetting Himself, Tang San's Disgust
The soul power pressure produced by the collision of Titled Douluo was simply too overwhelming. Those students who had not yet become Soul Masters were completely unable to withstand it.
Only after breaking through to the Soul Master realm could one barely resist, avoiding being crushed to their knees by the terrifying fluctuations of soul power.
Above Nuoding Academy
Clad in a black robe, Tang Hao held the enormous Clear Sky Hammer, pointing it toward Bibi Dong, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei, his entire body radiating terrifying dominance.
"A chrysanthemum… and a little ghost."
"And the Pope of Spirit Hall."
"This scene feels strangely familiar."
"Could it be that you want to taste my Clear Sky Hammer once again?"
Tang Hao's gaze turned cold as he looked at the familiar trio — the familiar Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, and the familiar Pope of Spirit Hall.
The only difference was that the Pope had changed from Qian Xunji to Bibi Dong.
But it didn't matter.
His Clear Sky Hammer would once again let this new Pope experience the feeling of being dominated.
"Hmph, Tang Hao."
"How arrogant. The strength of the new Pope is beyond your imagination. With the two of us added in, this time you won't be able to escape."
"Besides, after that battle last time, I refuse to believe your body wasn't injured. I'd like to see how long you can keep this up."
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan snorted coldly when he heard Tang Hao's wild words, his face filled with anger as he immediately retorted.
If it were only him and Gui Mei facing Tang Hao, he would indeed be afraid — the shadow Tang Hao left on him back then was far too deep.
But now, behind them stood Bibi Dong, the powerful Pope, and Tang Hao still carried the injuries from that battle years ago.
Yue Guan refused to believe that the three of them together couldn't defeat Tang Hao.
"If you don't believe it, then try."
Hearing this, Tang Hao released his soul rings.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red — nine soul rings slowly rose from beneath his feet and circled his body.
The ninth blood-red soul ring, in particular, emitted overwhelming pressure.
Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei also released their soul rings.
Behind them, Bibi Dong began summoning her martial soul. The Death Spider Emperor possessed her body as nine soul rings gradually rose from beneath her feet and revolved around her.
Just like Tang Hao's configuration, Bibi Dong's ninth soul ring was also a blood-red hundred-thousand-year ring.
"A hundred-thousand-year soul ring, huh? Interesting."
Seeing Bibi Dong's ninth ring, Tang Hao felt slightly surprised, and his evaluation of her rose somewhat.
That hundred-thousand-year ninth ring alone made this new Pope far more outstanding than the former Pope Qian Xunji.
However, he still had absolute confidence in his Clear Sky Hammer — at most, this would simply recreate the battle from six years ago.
Over these six years, the hatred he harbored toward Spirit Hall had never found release.
Since that was the case, he would use Bibi Dong, the new Pope, to vent the fury he had accumulated for six years.
With that thought, Tang Hao no longer concealed his soul power, fully releasing the fluctuations of his Level-94 cultivation.
"Rank 94 soul power… Tang Hao, how has your strength progressed so quickly?"
Feeling Tang Hao's soul power level, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was deeply shocked.
Six years — only six years — and Tang Hao had advanced so far along the path of Titled Douluo. As expected of the Clear Sky Douluo, such talent was rarely seen in the world.
But that also meant Tang Hao absolutely could not be allowed to live today.
If they allowed him a few more years, he might step into the realm of Super Douluo.
By then, Tang Hao would become even more terrifying — and even harder to deal with.
"Yue Guan, you should worry about your own safety instead."
With those words, Tang Hao's seventh soul ring lit up, and he shouted:
"Seventh Spirit Skill — Clear Sky Avatar!"
In an instant, the Clear Sky Hammer expanded hundreds of times in size, becoming as massive as a small mountain, radiating an incomparably terrifying aura.
Just as Tang Hao was about to swing his Clear Sky Hammer and let Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Bibi Dong experience the power of his hammer—
"Wait, Tang Hao. Let's fight in the high sky."
"The aftershocks of a Titled Douluo battle are too terrifying. There's no need for our fight to affect the innocent people below."
Seeing Tang Hao about to strike, Bibi Dong immediately stopped him.
All four of them were Titled Douluo, and their current position was not far from Nuoding Academy below.
If they fought at full strength, the aftershocks would inevitably affect the academy.
That was not something she wanted to see.
Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Tang Hao paused for a moment. When he remembered that his son Tang San was still at Nuoding Academy, he agreed to her request.
A Titled Douluo-level battle was far too destructive. If his precious son Tang San were accidentally injured, that would be unacceptable.
Tang San was the hope for his revenge against Spirit Hall and the revival of the Clear Sky Sect — he absolutely could not suffer any harm.
"Fine. We'll fight in the high sky."
After a moment of silence, Tang Hao retracted his enormous Clear Sky Hammer and flew higher into the sky above Nuoding Academy.
Seeing this, Bibi Dong and the Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo pair exchanged glances, then followed him into the sky.
Nuoding Academy Below
After the four figures flew higher into the sky, the students who had been forced to kneel by the terrifying soul power pressure slowly stood back up.
Looking toward the sky, their eyes were filled with awe.
So this was the strength of the legendary Titled Douluo…
It was truly terrifying beyond measure.
At the same time—
At the place where Tang San and Yu Xiaogang were standing, a puddle of pale-yellow liquid spread across the ground.
"Teacher… did you lose control?"
Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's soaked trousers, a trace of disgust appearing on his face.
Earlier, Tang San had naturally witnessed the confrontation between Tang Hao and Bibi Dong's group of four from within Nuoding Academy.
However, compared to Lin Chen's position, Tang San was much farther away from Tang Hao.
Even with the help of the Purple Demon Eye, he could only see a massive hammer, unable to make out its exact shape clearly.
Still, he and Yu Xiaogang both felt the terrifying soul power pressure.
What Tang San hadn't expected was that under this pressure, his teacher Yu Xiaogang actually lost control of his bladder.
"Could it be that after being castrated a few days ago, he can't control his lower body anymore?"
Tang San muttered inwardly.
With his own soul power level, he was almost unaffected — yet Yu Xiaogang, a Rank 29 Soul Grandmaster, had lost control?
Tang San couldn't understand it.
Not only that — as time passed, Tang San increasingly felt that the teacher he had accepted was becoming more and more useless, simply embarrassing him, Tang San.
Now, Tang San was already beginning to regret his impulsive decision to take Yu Xiaogang as his teacher.
"Xiao San, I…"
Hearing Tang San's question, Yu Xiaogang hesitated, raising his hand slightly before lowering it again, unsure how to explain.
To lose control in front of his disciple — for someone like Yu Xiaogang, who cared deeply about dignity — his face felt as though it were burning with embarrassment.
This was simply too humiliating.
But Yu Xiaogang had no choice.
After feeling that overwhelming soul power pressure, his lower body suddenly went out of control, and the accident happened.
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End of Chapter