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

The mountain is closed!

This is the greatest disgrace to the Haotian Sect in a hundred years!

Back in the day, how glorious was their Haotian Sect? The number one sect in the world, commanding all heroes, who dared to disobey?

But because of that bastard Tang Hao, for the sake of a woman who was a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, he provoked the Spirit Hall and brought about his own annihilation!

If it weren't for the sect's profound foundation and its decisive decision to close itself off from the world, the Haotian Sect's lineage would probably have been severed long ago!

For the past ten years or so, these once-powerful titled Douluo have been forced to live a life of frustration, hiding in the deep mountains and forests, keeping company with wild beasts and loneliness.

The sect's talented disciples also lost the opportunity to go out and gain experience, and their edges were worn down, and their sharpness was completely lost.

The culprit behind all of this is Tang Hao!

Tang Xiao's face turned pale and then red as he was yelled at by Lieyang Douluo. He opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

Because what Lieyang Douluo said is true.

"You...you!" Tang Xiao stammered for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out this weak and feeble sentence.

"What about me?"

Lieyang Douluo suddenly pointed at Tang San, who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with a desire to devour him alive!

"Why should we risk the lives of our entire sect because of the mistakes Tang Hao made?!"

As Lieyang Douluo spoke, he became more and more agitated, and tears streamed down his flushed face.

He slammed his fist into his chest with a dull thud, and roared hoarsely:

"Tang Xiao! Do you even know how my only son! My son who broke through to the Soul King realm! Died?!"

"He was brutally murdered by the scum of the Spirit Hall while he was out procuring supplies for the sect during the turmoil caused by Tang Hao!"

"When the body was brought back, there wasn't a single patch of good flesh on its body! It died with its eyes wide open in disbelief!"

"And all of this is thanks to your good-for-nothing younger brother!!"

"Now, you still want me, and all of us elders whose families were destroyed because of Tang Hao, to avenge him?!"

"You're fucking dreaming!!"

Tang Xiao was dizzy from Lieyang Douluo's words. He staggered back several steps and fell onto the throne with a thud.

His face was completely drained of color.

Tang San, who was kneeling on the ground, was struck dumb as if by lightning.

He stared blankly at the red-haired old man who looked like a madman, tears streaming down his face, his mind completely blank.

What did he... say?

The Seventh Elder's son... was killed by his own father?

How could this happen?

"Sect Master! The Seventh Elder is right!"

Just then, another elder stepped forward, his face also filled with grief and indignation.

"My younger brother also died at the hands of the Spirit Hall!"

"My eldest brother's grandson is the same!"

"We've suffered enough! We can't let that sinner, Tang Hao, drag the entire sect down with us!"

"That's right! We disagree with going to war!"

"Let him seek revenge himself! Our Haotian Sect will never oblige!"

Immediately, public sentiment was agitated.

Almost all the elders in the main hall, except for a few who were very close to Tang Xiao, sided with Lieyang Douluo.

The way they looked at Tang San was filled with undisguised disgust and hatred.

It was as if he wasn't a descendant of the Haotian Sect, but rather an irreconcilable enemy.

Tang San's heart sank to the bottom little by little.

He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, cold from head to toe.

He originally thought this was his home, his safe haven.

He thought the elders here would share his hatred for his father's death and would support him.

But he never expected that what awaited him was not family affection and comfort, but deep-seated hatred and ruthless expulsion!

So that's how my father was in the sect... So that's how he was.

So many people actually wish he were dead!

A tremendous sense of absurdity and powerlessness swept over Tang San.

Looking at the indignant faces of the elders, he felt utterly alienated and utterly ridiculous.

Tang Xiao slumped onto the throne, looking down at the almost one-sided situation and listening to the elders' accusations. His heart, which had been filled with anger and grief, gradually cooled down.

He is Tang Hao's older brother, but he is also the sect leader of the Haotian Sect.

He cannot disregard the safety of the entire sect for the sake of his personal feelings.

Lieyang Douluo and the others are right. Tang Hao owes the sect far too much.

He slowly closed his eyes, his face filled with pain and struggle.

After a long while, he opened his eyes again, but the anger in his tiger-like eyes was gone, replaced by weariness and desolation.

He looked at Tang San, who was kneeling on the ground, the only bloodline left by his own younger brother, and his expression was very complicated.

He opened his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "The mistress..."

"Uncle... I'm sorry."

"The Haotian Sect... can no longer avenge your father."

"From now on, you'll have to rely on yourself."

Tang San suddenly raised his head and looked at his uncle in disbelief.

He saw the helplessness and pain in Tang Xiao's eyes, but he also saw the determination in them!

"No... Uncle!" Tang San cried out vehemently.

"He's my father! And your brother! Are we just going to stand by and watch him die in vain?!"

Tang Xiao turned his head away in anguish, unable to look Tang San in the eye any longer.

"Enough!" Blazing Sun Douluo shouted coldly, interrupting Tang San.

He walked up to Tang San, looked down at him with a cold gaze.

"Boy, I don't care whose son you are. The sect leader has already made his decision."

"We will spare your life because your father was once a member of the Haotian Sect."

"But from this day forward, you have absolutely no connection with our Haotian Sect!"

"Now, take this piece of trash with you and get out of the Haotian Sect!"

"You are not welcome here!"

"Get out of the Haotian Sect!"

Blazing Sun Douluo trampled on Tang San's last shred of dignity with each and every word.

Tang San clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling violently.

He raised his head, his blood-red eyes sweeping over everyone in the hall.

He glanced at the elders whose faces were filled with indifference and disgust, and at his uncle who sat on the throne, his face full of pain but who dared not meet his gaze.

"Well... well done, Haotian Sect!"

Tang San squeezed out the words one by one through gritted teeth.

"What a magnificent number one sect in the world!"

"Hahaha...hahahahahaha!"

He suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, a shrill and manic laugh filled with endless mockery and despair.

"Father, oh Father! Do you see this? This is the sect you never forgot until your death!"