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When he learned that his younger sister had already married Dai Weisi, and that they had even consummated their marriage, Tang Hao was completely shaken. Seeing Tang Yuehua defend that man so fiercely only broke him further.
Tang Hao cried out: "Brothers, who can understand me? I wake up and the sky has already fallen! My good sister has been seduced by a blond brat! This will end in tragedy!"
And he was not wrong—after all, Dai Weisi truly was just a blond brat...
"You—!"
Tang Hao pointed at Tang Yuehua, then turned his furious gaze toward Dai Weisi. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes. At last, gritting his teeth in frustration, he spat out reproachfully to his sister:
"Foolish girl, are you serious? What is so good about this boy that you would give yourself to him? Does he truly deserve such devotion from you?!"
"He does!!!"
Tang Yuehua shouted angrily, spreading her arms wide like wings to shield Dai Weisi, as though declaring to Tang Hao: If you dare to harm him, then kill me first!
"This brat is utterly unworthy of you—"
"He is worthy!" Tang Yuehua roared again. "Vis is the Crown Prince of Star Luo, the empire's number one genius. For me, a woman past her prime, marrying him is already reaching far beyond my station!
And yet, despite this, Vis has treated me with genuine sincerity. He not only helped me fulfill my dream of becoming a spirit master, but also saved me more than once from the hands of Spirit Hall's assassins!"
As she spoke, Tang Yuehua released her Ruyi Ring Martial Spirit. Two spirit rings floated beneath her feet. After clashing with Spirit Hall's spirit masters, she had gained combat experience, and her spirit power had broken through to rank twenty-three.
"Yuehua, you—"
Seeing those spirit rings, Tang Hao was dumbfounded. He stared in disbelief at the two rings beneath her feet.
He clearly remembered that because of her mutated martial spirit, his sister was destined never to break through level ten, and therefore could never become a spirit master.
Yet now, not only had she become a spirit master, she had even reached rank twenty-three, a Two-Ring Grand Spirit Master.
Tang Hao recalled vividly: only a year ago, when he had come to persuade her to stay away from Tang San, Yuehua had still been just a rank nine spirit trainee.
But now, in just over a year, she had transformed from a mere trainee into a Grand Spirit Master. Clearly, she had worked extremely hard.
Tang Hao's gaze shifted toward Dai Weisi, who was holding Yuehua protectively. Could it be that Yuehua became a spirit master because of this brat…?
"At the moment when the Haotian Sect faced life and death, Vis traveled countless miles from the Star Luo Empire to aid us. For that alone, he is my true husband!
But you, Hao-ge, where were you? I ask you—when the Haotian Sect was surrounded by Spirit Hall's army, when disciples of our sect were slaughtered mercilessly, when Fifth and Sixth Uncle were cut down by Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, when Big Brother lost an arm to Ghost Leopard Douluo—where were you then!!?"
The bloody image of Haotian Sect flashed before her eyes—the corpses of the Fifth and Sixth Elders, Tang Xiao's lost arm, the grief and despair. Yuehua's tears flowed uncontrollably, her voice breaking.
"Hao-ge, you were the strongest of the sect, the Haotian Douluo of this generation. When we needed you most, where were you? What were you doing?"
"I…"
Tang Hao's face twisted with bitterness. He had long known that Spirit Hall's forces had surrounded the sect. How could he not want to help? Yet after his battle with Bibi Dong and the others in the Pope's Palace, his hidden injuries had worsened, leaving him in constant, unbearable pain. Even if he wanted to fight, he lacked the strength.
But Yuehua's words pierced his heart like daggers.
"Hao-ge, let me ask you again—why did you have to stir up trouble in Spirit City for no reason? If you wished to avenge your sister-in-law, then fine—go after Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, or even Bibi Dong herself!
But why harm innocent people? Why not even spare helpless children? Do you realize that it was your reckless actions that gave Spirit Hall the excuse to attack us?!"
"I…"
Tang Hao was left speechless. Back then, his assault on Bibi Dong had been meant to force her into action so that the so-called useless Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang, could study and uncover a way to resolve the flaws of the twin martial spirits—thus enabling Tang San to cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer.
But he could never admit this. If he did, Yuehua would only resent him more—for sacrificing the sect's safety for his selfish ambitions, causing countless deaths.
"Hao-ge, not only did you drag Spirit Hall's wrath to Haotian Sect, but when our sect was on the brink of annihilation, you stood by and did nothing. What right do you have to lecture me now?"
Clutching Dai Weisi's hand tightly, Yuehua's voice rang with fury: "Compared to you, Vis risked his life at the critical moment. When I was nearly killed by Ghost Leopard Douluo, he stood up and led our sect's disciples to repel Spirit Hall's forces.
For that alone, he is worth more than you—a coward—by countless times! Hao-ge, you ignored the sect's peril, and now you want to kill the very man who saved us.
Don't you see? If Vis dies by your hand, the Star Luo Empire will no longer shelter Haotian Sect. Without their alliance, only death awaits us!
Fourteen years ago, you angered our father to death; fourteen years later, you brought about the deaths of Fifth and Sixth Uncle. And now, you want to kill my husband!
Hao-ge, what is it that you truly want? Do you intend to destroy Haotian Sect until nothing remains?!"
"No! I—"
Tang Hao roared, desperate to defend himself, but though his lips moved, no words came out.
"What do you mean, 'No'? Hao-ge, this will be the last time I call you that. Leave! From now on, never appear before me again, and never before Haotian Sect either! From today forward, Haotian Sect has nothing to do with you!"
"Yuehua, I—"
Watching his beloved sister sever ties with him, Tang Hao panicked. It was not only that he could not bear to lose her—he also had another concern.
Tang San was close to completing the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique. Afterward, Tang Hao planned to take him to the Slaughter City to obtain the Killing God Domain.
But to refine that domain, Tang San would also need Yuehua's Noble Circle Domain to cleanse it. If she truly cut ties with him, who else could help his son?
"Don't call me that again, Tang Hao. If you don't know what you've done, then go back to Haotian Sect and look. You will see mountains dyed in blood. You will see the suffering our sect endured because of you!"
"…" Tang Hao could only sigh in silence. "Fine. I'll leave. I'll go…"
"Hmph, Tang Hao! You wretched beast! Do you think leaving will be that easy?"
Suddenly, the Seventh Elder burst into the room like a raging bull, releasing his Clear Sky Hammer, eyes brimming with killing intent. Behind him followed the Second and Third Elders, their murderous aura surging.
By now, Tang Hao was utterly forsaken—abandoned by his kin, rejected by all. Across the continent, he had no place to belong. He had become like a rat scurrying across the street, hated and hunted by everyone.
(End of Chapter)