Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

Flanders stopped, sighed, and said with a worried expression:

"Erlong, do you think I want to leave? Lately, I've had this ominous feeling. My right eyelid keeps twitching, and I have a feeling something terrible is going to happen."

Yu Xiaogang sat in a grand chair in the center of the hall.

He was holding a chipped teacup filled with cheap tea leaves.

Yu Xiaogang gently blew away the tea leaves on the surface of the tea, took a sip, and put on an air of profound mystery, as if he would remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

Yu Xiaogang put down his teacup, looked at Flander, and said in a calm tone:

"Flander, you're just too preoccupied. We've already escaped to such a remote place, it's the dead of night, there's not a soul in sight."

"Even if Lin Ye wanted to find us, it would take him some effort. He couldn't have found this place so quickly."

Flander was so angry when he heard Yu Xiaogang's blindly confident words that he stomped his feet.

"Xiao Gang! Have you lost your mind? Do you still think Lin Ye is just some ordinary Holy Son of the Spirit Hall? I've heard that Lin Ye led the Heaven Dou Empire's army and wiped out the Star Luo Empire in just six months!"

"He can easily destroy a country, so finding a few of us alive would be a piece of cake for him!" Flanders retorted loudly.

Flanders grew increasingly frightened as he thought about it:

"Lin Ye has already helped the Heaven Dou Empire defeat the Star Luo Empire, and now that he's free, his next step will probably be to settle scores with us! We really offended him badly back in Spirit City!"

Yu Xiaogang looked rather unpleasant after being rebuked by Flander.

He was about to speak up and explain himself, to prove that his judgment was correct.

Just then, the curtain leading to the backyard was lifted.

A tall but hunched figure walked out.

It was Tang Hao.

Tang Hao looked extremely miserable at this moment. He was wearing a tattered gray robe, and his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

"Cough cough cough..."

Tang Hao clutched his chest and coughed violently, coughing so hard it was heart-wrenching. In the end, he coughed up a mouthful of dark purple blood, which he spat onto the ground beside him.

Flander and Liu Erlong quickly stepped forward to help Tang Hao up.

Tang Hao waved his hand, refusing their help.

He then walked to a chair in the hall and sat down, panting heavily.

"Don't worry," Tang Hao said in a hoarse voice.

"I've already sent Xiao San and the others to ask the Haotian Sect for help. As long as Xiao San can return to the sect and persuade the sect leader, we'll be saved."

Tang Hao leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and felt a deep sense of frustration and resentment.

Back then, how powerful Tang Hao was! With his Clear Sky Hammer, he severely injured Qian Xunji, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and made many Title Douluos of the Spirit Hall unable to lift their heads.

He is the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, an existence that all Soul Masters look up to.

But now?

He was severely injured by Golden Crocodile Douluo's tail, and now he is like a stray dog, hiding in this dilapidated place, barely clinging to life.

What he found most humiliating was that he had sworn to leave the Haotian Sect and never go back.

Now, however, he has no choice but to have his son bow down and ask the Haotian Sect for help.

Although he had some conflicts with the Haotian Sect, given the current situation, in order to save his life and survive, he had no choice but to seek help from the Haotian Sect.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up when he heard Tang Hao's words.

"Your Majesty is wise!" Yu Xiaogang quickly flattered.

"I hope things go smoothly for Xiao San and the others. If they can really find the protection of the Haotian Sect, then we will be completely safe."

"The Clear Sky Sect is the number one sect in the world. With them involved, the Spirit Hall will definitely have to think twice."

Upon hearing the words "Spirit Hall," Tang Hao suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with intense hatred.

He then slammed his hand on the table next to him, smashing the broken wooden table to pieces.

"That damned Lin Ye! That damned Spirit Hall!"

Tang Hao roared angrily, his voice echoing through the dilapidated hall.

"I, Tang Hao, swear that one day I will regain my strength! I will personally annihilate you! I will make you wish you were dead! I will crush that brat Lin Ye's bones inch by inch!"

After Tang Hao finished cursing, he seemed to have used up all his strength and slumped back into the chair.

His eyes became empty and lost.

"But... even if we wipe them out, what then?" Tang Hao's voice trembled, and his eyes reddened.

"Even if Lin Ye is torn to pieces, the mistress will never be a man again, and my Tang family line will end!"

The thought of Tang San's groin being crushed by Lin Ye caused Tang Hao great pain.

Seeing Tang Hao so heartbroken, Yu Xiaogang felt it was his duty as Tang San's teacher to step forward and comfort this grieving father.

He then walked over to Tang Hao and patted him on the shoulder.

Yu Xiaogang then said earnestly:

"Your Majesty, please don't be too sad. Since it has already happened, we should look forward."

"Although the mistress has lost the symbol of manhood, at least he still has Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai by his side."

Yu Xiaogang paused for a moment, then continued with his divine consolation:

"Think about it, all three of them are eunuchs. They'll all be in the same boat and at least won't be alone. That's a silver lining in a misfortune."

The hall fell silent.

Flander and Liu Erlong stared wide-eyed at Yu Xiaogang, while Tang Hao froze upon hearing Yu Xiaogang's words.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Yu Xiaogang's self-righteous and clever face.

The veins on Tang Hao's forehead bulged out one by one. He wished he could summon the Clear Sky Hammer and smash Yu Xiaogang's head into his stomach with one blow!

Is this something a human being would say? Three eunuchs aren't lonely? Do I need your comfort, you piece of trash?

Tang Hao stared at the distant sky, closed his eyes in anguish, and cursed wildly in his mind:

I was so blind! I should never have entrusted my mistress to this useless, good-for-nothing guru! He spouts theories, but his head is full of shit! But now it's too late.

Tang Hao leaned back in his chair, his chest heaving violently, barely suppressing the urge to smash Yu Xiaogang to death with a hammer.

Yu Xiaogang hadn't realized he'd said the wrong thing and was still standing there with his hands behind his back, striking a pose like a master.

Suddenly, Tang Hao's tightly closed eyes snapped open.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant.

He sensed that several extremely powerful fluctuations of soul power had suddenly appeared outside the town.

These auras were made without any concealment, pressing down on the courtyard where they were.

Moreover, Tang Hao was all too familiar with these auras!

Two of the cold, sharp auras belonged to Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo from the Spirit Hall!

Another aura, filled with violent evil and lightning power, left an indelible mark on him!

Tang Hao sensed something was wrong and jumped up from his chair. Ignoring his injuries, he roared at the top of his lungs:

"Oh no! The Spirit Hall is here! Run!"

The roar made the three people in the hall tremble with fear.

Yu Xiaogang's hand trembled, and the chipped teacup he was holding fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The cheap tea splashed all over his trouser leg.

Yu Xiaogang looked shocked and stammered:

"What...what? The Spirit Hall? That's impossible! This place is so remote, how could they have found it?"