Neither Su Mo nor Qian Renxue knew that Tang San intended to give up his position as the God of Judgement just to descend to the lower realms.
Su Mo didn't care about Tang San anyway. As far as he was concerned, even if Tang San really showed up, he could just run if he couldn't beat him.
Su Mo followed Qian Renxue to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—not with his true body, but by splitting off a divine sense clone that followed in a void state.
As for Su Mo's real body, it had naturally entered the secret chamber—the Life and Death Arena—to help Xiao Wu in training the Blue Silver Empress, A Yin.
Although A Yin had a gentle personality, she was tough beneath her softness. Just like Xiao Wu back then, she was not easy to train.
With Su Mo's cooperation, the process naturally became a bit smoother.
For example, Su Mo could act as a tool, letting A Yin sit on him and move. As long as A Yin's movements lacked liveliness, Xiao Wu would lash her with a whip.
The methods were countless.
Xiao Wu essentially reenacted everything Bibi Dong had once used on her, now applying it one by one to A Yin.
...
"Where is this...?"
Tang Hao slowly woke up, disoriented and unsure of where he was.
He only knew that his neck hurt badly, and his condition was terrible—just like after detonating his spirit rings.
"Detonated rings..."
That realization jolted Tang Hao awake, and he quickly recalled everything that had happened before.
"A Yin..."
"Clear Sky Clan..."
As the memories returned, Tang Hao's heart was instantly overwhelmed by pain.
Not only had his wife been humiliated, but his clan had been destroyed. Tang Hao truly felt like dying.
As for why he wasn't dead, he knew very well—it was because Tang San had forcibly taken him away.
Now, with no sign of Tang San around, it was clear his divine sense had been exhausted and dissipated, leaving only Tang Hao behind.
Tang Hao stood up and looked around, only to realize he was on a small island. So, Tang San had taken him overseas.
Tang Hao didn't care where he was at all.
"Damn it...!"
"Damn it...!"
His heart was full of grief and anger, consumed only by the desire for revenge.
And to rescue his wife.
But now, he wasn't even sure if A Yin was still alive.
And even if she was, she was probably enduring a fate worse than death.
Just thinking about how A Yin might still be suffering humiliation filled Tang Hao with suffocating rage. That sense of disgrace made him want to die.
What was the point of living now?
He couldn't protect his wife—and this was the second time.
He couldn't protect his clan—and this time was even worse than the first. The first time, they were merely forced to close their gates. This time, the entire clan had been destroyed.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
All Tang Hao could do was pound the ground with his fists in fury. He realized he couldn't do anything else.
Return immediately to find Qian Renxue and Su Mo?
That would just be suicide!
If he were still in front of them now, he definitely wouldn't stoop to surviving in disgrace. He'd charge Su Mo and fight to the death.
But he wasn't in front of them now. In fact, even finding them wouldn't be easy—and even if he did, it would still be suicide.
If he ran back just to die, Tang San's effort to save him would be completely meaningless.
"But what else can I do...?"
Tang Hao pounded the ground as he raged helplessly.
However, no matter what he wanted to do, the most important thing now was to first recover his soul power.
After detonating his rings, he now didn't have a single spirit ring left on his body and could only wait for them to recondense.
...
Buzz—
At that moment, Qian Renxue also arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
"So they're all still here. Good!"
"Looks like they aren't worried about me showing up at all."
After sensing the situation within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Qian Renxue immediately laughed.
But her smile carried a chill. She had originally thought that by now, the clan would have heard the news of the Clear Sky Clan's annihilation and would've gone into hiding.
Judging by how the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was prepared for battle, it was clear they already knew she might come—yet they hadn't run.
That made Qian Renxue feel quite curious.
Of course, she also felt a hint of anger from being underestimated.
Did they not know that she had come to kill?
"Qian Renxue…"
Ning Fengzhi looked up at Qian Renxue appearing in the sky, his expression turning grim.
Having once witnessed Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo be killed, how could he not know the terrifying power of a god?
But he had no choice but to stay here.
Because both Oscar and Ning Rongrong were still undergoing the inheritance trials of the gods—and they were doing so right here in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
He hadn't led the sect away because he was here to protect his daughter and son-in-law, doing his utmost to prevent Qian Renxue from disturbing them.
He had hoped Qian Renxue would come later—ideally, after Oscar and Ning Rongrong had completed the inheritance. Then, everything would be safe.
But now, it was clearly too late. Oscar and Ning Rongrong hadn't finished their trials, and Qian Renxue had already arrived.
"Where are the Seven-Colored Douluo and the Food God Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?"
"Not coming out?"
Qian Renxue stared coldly downward and spoke with mockery.
The current Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—no, it should be the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—was still one of the top three sects, but the entire sect now only had two Title Douluo: Ning Rongrong and Oscar.
Other than them, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan hadn't produced or recruited any new Title Douluo in the past ten years.
"Qian Renxue, if you wish to unify the continent, our Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan has no objection!"
"We only ask that Your Majesty not make things difficult for us!"
"If there's anything Your Majesty needs help with, as long as we're capable, we'll give our full support!"
Ning Fengzhi looked up at Qian Renxue and spoke calmly.
With his years of cunning, he naturally wouldn't provoke Qian Renxue but instead tried to speak courteously to delay her.
If he could get her to leave peacefully, that would be ideal.
Unfortunately, Qian Renxue was no longer the somewhat naive girl of the past.
"Is that so?"
"Then if I ask the entire Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan to die—would you agree to that too?"
Qian Renxue responded with a cold sneer.
"I don't believe they can just sit by and watch their sect be destroyed without stepping out!"
"Divine Technique: Wrath of the Fallen Angel!"
Boom—
Without any further words, Qian Renxue attacked directly, not intending to waste any more time.
How could she not see that Ning Fengzhi was trying to stall for time?
Boom boom boom—
Under Qian Renxue's divine technique, the sky instantly darkened, and countless meteoric firestorms began to rain down.
"This is bad!"
"All disciples, hear my command! Defend with everything you've got!"
Ning Fengzhi's face changed drastically at the sight.
There was no other choice now but to take it head-on.
...(End of chapter)
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