Douluo; Zhongli Adventures in Mortal World with Paimon

"Who dares touch my son?!"

A thunderous roar erupted, and a powerful soul power pressure enveloped the entire scene. The killing intent, so palpable it seemed tangible, made everyone tremble uncontrollably.

If this were an anime, that iconic theme song for the moment would have started playing…

The titled Douluo with the attack system wasn't just a metaphor; every time he appeared, it was soul-stirring and awe-inspiring.

A massive Clear Sky Hammer descended from the sky, shattering the furnace that had withstood countless attacks, forcing it back to its original form.

"Pff—"

Bai Baoshan spat a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

His "furnace," capable of enduring attacks from titled Douluo and standing firm for quite a while, had crumbled in a single strike.

Yes, just one strike!

Under the blow of the Clear Sky Hammer, his Martial Soul True Body was destroyed, and the backlash temporarily robbed him of his combat ability.

"N-no wonder they call him the Clear Sky Douluo!"

The crowd was equally stunned. A man of such renown would never disappoint, and Tang Hao's terror was indeed well-deserved.

"Tang Hao!"

Meng Shenji roared angrily, his eyes bloodshot, fists clenched tightly.

As the head of the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy and a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse, he had given Tang San chance after chance, all to avoid offending the Clear Sky Douluo.

But this Clear Sky Douluo didn't care for reason.

Well, it made sense. On the Douluo Continent, strength ruled; reason had no place.

Thinking about it, the ideology of the Body Sect seemed more fitting.

Tai Tan's eyes suddenly lit up, but then as if struck by a thought, his pupils contracted, and his entire body began trembling.

Could it be that… his master had been here all along?

Heh… haha…

Tai Tan couldn't help but laugh bitterly. For Tang San's sake, he had knowingly led his Strength Clan into certain defeat, leaving them nearly annihilated.

Earlier, he could have ordered his people to retreat, yet he hadn't. It was all for loyalty!

But Tang Hao, despite clearly having the power to save his clan, had only acted now…

In that moment, Tai Tan's heart turned cold. His faith in Tang Hao shattered completely.

"Coming out now… you might as well have not come out at all!"

"Why?!"

"Why didn't you wait until I was dead to appear? At least then, I could have faced my clansmen with an explanation in the afterlife!"

Among everyone present, the most excited was undoubtedly Tang San. He had thought he was doomed today, but never expected his father to appear at this critical moment!

"Dad!"

Though they hadn't seen each other in years, Tang San could never forget Tang Hao's voice. That deep, hoarse tone was like a warm current, flowing into Tang San's heart.

The feeling of being protected filled Tang San with emotion, and his eyes grew slightly misty.

Flender, Liu Erlong, and Zhao Wuji all breathed sighs of relief. With Tang Hao stepping in personally, today was no longer a total disaster.

However, they still failed to protect Qin Ming, whose body was utterly destroyed.

"Xiao Ming, don't worry. One day, I will avenge you!"

Lying in a pool of blood, Flender clenched his fists tightly, vowing silently.

He was still relatively young and believed there was hope for him to break through to the titled Douluo level in this lifetime.

When Flender finally became a titled Douluo, those responsible would pay the price!

"Sigh…"

"I really gave it my all…"

Zhao Wuji's injuries were slightly worse than Liu Erlong's, as his role was primarily that of a tank.

Only by working together with Liu Erlong had he managed to hold out for so long.

Liu Erlong, too, lay on the ground without a shred of dignity, her bloodshot eyes staring blankly, unable even to maintain her Martial Soul attachment form.

"Shhh…"

At this moment, a chubby figure quietly approached the group. He made a silencing gesture toward everyone.

"Shaoxin?"

Shaoxin was merely a food-type Soul Saint. In battles, his instinct was to run as far away as possible.

Now, he was sneaking candies into everyone's mouths—his Martial Soul and soul skill.

After completing this task, Shaoxin quickly retreated to a safe distance.

This act was truly a life-risking venture for him.

After all, as a food-type Soul Saint, he had no combat ability. Any enemy present could have easily ended his life.

Fortunately, all attention was focused on Tang Hao at the moment, which gave him the courage to provide support.

Flender saw this and couldn't stop the tears streaming down his face. This is what true brotherhood looks like!

That so-called Yu Xiaogang? To hell with him!

Risking his life to deliver supplies—wasn't this also a profound bond of brotherhood?

"I've let you all down," Flender thought, sighing to himself as he began to meditate, quietly recovering his injuries and soul power.

Zhao Wuji, Liu Erlong, and the others did the same.

They needed to seize every second to recover and await any chance for "revenge."

With the sound of the Clear Sky Hammer's arrival, Tang Hao's figure also appeared before everyone.

Draped in a black cloak, his figure beneath was somewhat unkempt, looking rather shabby.

If it weren't for the two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red soul rings on him, along with the overwhelming killing intent he exuded, one might have mistaken him for a beggar.

The contrast was striking: both were titled Douluo with ten-thousand-year soul rings, yet the titled Douluo of the Body Sect prided themselves on their decorum.

Well, that was all thanks to Zhongli's influence.

As the saying goes, a crooked top beam leads to a crooked bottom beam.

But with a righteous leader like Zhongli, how could the rest go astray?

"Was it you who wanted to kill my son?"

Tang Hao spoke flatly, but the killing intent he emitted materialized and surged toward Meng Shenji.

Fortunately, Meng Shenji specialized in mental strength.

His Martial Soul, Black Demon, bore similarities to the Dream Spirit Martial Soul, though the latter had inherent flaws that Meng Shenji's did not.

Even with his formidable mental strength, Meng Shenji struggled under Tang Hao's oppressive aura and killing intent.

This was, after all, killing intent honed in the City of Slaughter, and Tang Hao's strength vastly surpassed Meng Shenji's.

"So what if it was me?"

"My only regret is not killing Tang San the first time I saw him," Meng Shenji spat out, his face flushed but unafraid.

"Now, he's like a clown, repeatedly disgusting me."

Tang Hao's arrival meant it would now be incredibly difficult to kill Tang San. What a pity.

Thinking of this, Meng Shenji couldn't help but feel a bit resentful.

"Impressive. A mere level-87 Soul Douluo dares to entertain such thoughts," Tang Hao said, a faint smirk forming at the corners of his mouth as he gripped the Clear Sky Hammer.

Step by step, he walked toward Meng Shenji.

Along the way, none of the Heaven Dou royal guards or Yu Clan members dared to intervene.

Against Tang Hao, they knew their odds were one in ten—if not worse.

One hammer from Tang Hao, and they'd die nine times out of ten...

Everyone exchanged glances, unsure of what to do.

By now, it was clear: with everything that had transpired, there was no way Tang Hao would let them go.

The answer in their hearts was evident.

To fight might offer a sliver of hope.

Not to fight meant waiting for certain death.