Watching Third Young Master accept that "low-damage but maximum-humiliation" codename without the slightest resistance—not even blinking—Nangong Lingyun showed a perfectly timed trace of regret on his face, as if something truly unfortunate had been wasted.
On the ground opposite him,
Tang San, seeing this scene, felt a flicker of excitement mixed with relief.
He knew it. Nangong Lingyun was definitely up to no good. He had deliberately chosen such a humiliating codename, just waiting for Tang San to object so he'd have a reason to kill him on the spot.
Such an obvious trap—how could he possibly fall for it?
People always said he was stupid, but Tang San felt he wasn't stupid at all. Most of the time, he was actually pretty sharp—slick even.
Wasn't this proof?He'd just dodged a life-and-death crisis.
As long as he stayed careful and didn't let anyone grab hold of a pretext, it might not be impossible to endure until that day arrived.
"Then now," Nangong Lingyun said calmly, "gather everyone in the sect's territory. Saves me the trouble of catching them one by one."
"Yes."
The moment Nangong Lingyun's words fell, Tang San vanished from the room with a whoosh.
Though he wasn't particularly well-liked, as the current sect master's son he still carried some authority—especially when acting as a messenger.
Before long, large numbers of Haotian Sect disciples gathered in small groups on the open ground before the main hall, whispering to one another, trying to figure out what had happened.
To avoid being caught leaving any leverage behind, the "pure and spotless" Tang San worked with exceptional diligence.
Not only did he mobilize others to help,he even unfolded his Dragon Bat Wings and activated Purple Demon Eyes, personally circling the entire Haotian Sect once—thoroughly checking even those corners and crevices no ordinary person would ever visit.
When he reached the mountain gate, he was startled to see a figure in the distance.
A back view—hair disheveled, blood scattered across the ground and smeared all around.
The blood and the silhouette alone weren't shocking.
What made Tang San's heart jolt was the clothing.
The color, the style—even the degree of wear and tear—it was exactly the same as his father's.
Using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps, Tang San flickered forward like a rabbit leaping and a hawk diving. When he reached the man's front and confirmed it was truly his father—his face heavily smashed and disfigured—
Even though he had mentally prepared himself, he still couldn't help but be utterly stunned.
A Super Douluo, with ring explosions, plus Xuantian Skill and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps—and yet someone had still managed to stop him?
Could it be that Heavenly Blade Douluo was guarding the outside?
The moment this thought appeared,
All the anger, grief, regret, and pain that had been suppressed by fear of death suddenly surged up together. Tang San's eyes went unfocused, his mouth dry.
Amid the regret and agony, an inexplicable sense of relief also arose.
If someone had been waiting outside in advance, then this clearly wasn't a spur-of-the-moment incident—it had been planned long ago.
Nangong Lingyun had already guessed his intentions, known it was a Hongmen Banquet, yet pretended ignorance, deliberately lured him back to the sect, and induced his father to strike first.
This was all a conspiracy.A plan laid out by the Kaiyuan Sect.
The destruction of the Haotian Sect couldn't be blamed on him at all.
Because even without Tang San, someone as cunning as Nangong Lingyun would have found another excuse—Tang Si, Tang Wu—anyone would do.
He had merely been unlucky enough to be chosen. He was a victim.
And whether it was Tang San or Tang Si being wiped out, the result for the Haotian Sect was no different.
Therefore—he was not wrong.
After quietly pushing all responsibility away,
Tang San felt an indescribable sense of comfort spread through his body. The anger remained, but the regret and pain faded dramatically.
He took a deep breath and asked,
"Why are you here?"
He had originally wanted to call him Dad, but remembering that this man was now a remnant of the Haotian Sect, he changed the form of address at the last moment.
Nangong Lingyun was too crafty. He couldn't afford to give him even the slightest excuse.
Tang Hao slowly lifted his head.
His face—nearly smashed flat—had begun to scab over, yet still looked horrifying.
"The sect has been sealed by an invisible force," Tang Hao said in a low voice, betraying no emotion."No one can leave."
But not long after finishing that sentence, he suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter—wild, unrestrained.
The wounds instantly split open again, blood streaming down his face, yet he made no attempt to stop.
From the moment he detonated his rings and fled, slamming into the invisible barrier, to being found by Tang San—it had only been a few short minutes.
Yet in those few minutes, he had thought of many things. Perhaps more than all the realizations of his entire life combined.
Like in television dramas, where a character's whole life flashes through their mind before death—
When Tang Hao realized there was no way out, he couldn't help but look back on the past.
From the awakening of his martial soul, to today's planned ambush on Qin Feng—every major event replayed clearly, without omission.
Then came endless regret.
Regret for scheming for Ah Yin's soul ring.Regret for not being ruthless enough when he first sensed something was wrong with Tang San, failing to eliminate the threat at its root.
He had truly considered it.
He believed such a monster might bring calamity, or be part of some greater hidden scheme.
But who could have imagined that the calamity would come in such a way—
By being too stupid.Too useless.And thus attracting a mortal enemy.
The sect he had struggled for his entire life…Destroyed like this.
Did the god of fate really enjoy black humor?
Because this wasn't funny at all.
Seeing Tang Hao laugh toward the sky, Tang San felt baffled—and even vaguely humiliated.
"What are you laughing at?"
Tang Hao offered no reply.
He silently turned and walked toward the main hall of the sect.
He had already heard the call to assemble.It was time to face his destiny.
A few minutes later, an intense golden light lit up the summit of Haotian Mountain.
Soon after, Ning Fengzhi—who was overseeing the construction of the imperial capital—received an order, instructing him to send people to Haotian Mountain to clean up the aftermath.
The design of the Heavenly Balance Heavenly Kingdom's capital was far too grand.
More magnificent than Spirit City.Nearly four times the size of Tian Dou City.
On top of that, four great roads—two vertical, two horizontal—were to be constructed, radiating across the entire continent.
The cost was astronomical.
Even with the full support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, the shortfall remained massive.
The Haotian Sect, having been sealed off for years, didn't possess much money—but their other resources were astonishing, especially rare metals and ores.
Naturally, Nangong Lingyun had no intention of letting any of that go.
The next day, the headline of Kaiyuan Daily featured a blood-soaked denunciation of the Haotian Sect—signed by "Tang San."
In the article, "Tang San," claiming the identity of the Haotian Sect Master's only son, spent over twenty thousand words listing ten major crimes of the Haotian Sect.
Flander's Shrek Academy.Yu Xiaogang's Ten Core Competitivenesses of Martial Souls.Countless civilian geniuses who had died under mysterious circumstances.The small and mid-sized sects annihilated by Tang Chen back in the day.Tang Hao's assassination attempt on the Spirit Hall Pope.The widespread destruction of Spirit Hall branch temples.
And even—
His own unparalleled talent: twin martial souls with innate full soul power—only to end up as a complete piece of trash.
The entire article was logically structured, well-supported, and razor-sharp in tone, displaying profound literary skill.
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