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

"Gulp."

Seeing this incredibly shocking scene before them, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the others all swallowed hard.

They watched the figure slowly descend from the sky, his expression unchanged, and their awe reached its peak.

terrible!

This is simply divine punishment!

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

Lin Ye landed on the ground, patted off non-existent dust from his hands, and said in a calm tone.

It was as if, to him, destroying a sect that had been passed down for thousands of years was as trivial as taking a walk.

"Is that... the end?" Zhu Zhuqing asked, still somewhat unsatisfied.

She thought there would be an earth-shattering battle, but it turned out to be just this?

Lin Ye wiped out the entire opposing team in one move?

This is too fast!

"Otherwise what?" Lin Ye chuckled and pinched her cheek.

"What else do you want? Do you have to fight for three days and three nights, until the heavens and earth collapse, before you're satisfied?"

"I'm just worried about tiring you out, my big kitty."

"Who...who's worried about you getting tired! I just think...it's too easy on them!" Zhu Zhuqing blushed and stubbornly retorted.

"Don't worry, it won't be cheap." Lin Ye's eyes turned cold.

"Their souls were scattered and their bodies destroyed; this was the most luxurious treatment they could ever receive."

"Alright, don't think about it too much." Lin Ye took her hand, glanced at Bibi Dong and the elders behind him with their various expressions, and said calmly:

"Teacher, let's go back."

"Hmm." Bibi Dong nodded, gave Lin Ye a deep look, and then turned around and flew back the way she came.

The others followed immediately.

Soon, this place, which was once the site of the Haotian Sect's mountain gate, was left with only a desolate landscape and a huge, unsettlingly flat mountaintop.

……

three days later.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

The news of Lin Ye destroying the Haotian Sect had not yet spread across the mainland.

However, within the Spirit Hall, a huge uproar has already taken place.

When Bibi Dong returned to Wuhun City unscathed with nine Title Douluos, everyone was stunned.

Especially when they learned from Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's embellished descriptions how Lin Ye single-handedly killed the seven titled Douluos of the Clear Sky Sect in one move and razed the entire Clear Sky Sect to the ground.

The entire Spirit Hall was engulfed in an unprecedented frenzy.

"His Highness is awesome!"

"May His Highness the Holy Son reign forever, and unite the continent!"

"Hahaha, what kind of number one sect is this? In front of our Holy Son, it's nothing but a fart!"

In an instant, Lin Ye's reputation in the Spirit Hall reached an unprecedented peak.

She even shows a tendency to surpass Pope Bibidon.

As the architect of all this, Lin Ye acted as if nothing had happened, shutting out all the celebrations and praise, and locking himself in the Holy Son's palace, euphemistically calling it:

"It's just destroying a small sect, what's there to celebrate? A bunch of ignorant fools. I'm tired, I need to rest."

These words left the elders, who had prepared a plethora of congratulatory messages and gifts, speechless with embarrassment.

Arrogant!

Too embarrassing!

But they didn't dare utter a single word.

Because they have the right to be arrogant!

at the same time.

In a remote valley thousands of miles away from the Haotian Sect.

In front of a simple thatched hut.

A young man dressed in blue, with an ordinary appearance but exceptionally determined eyes, was practicing frantically.

It was Tang San who had been expelled from the Haotian Sect and had been hiding for more than a year.

At this moment, Tang San's soul power had reached an astonishing level of over forty, making him a rare talent among his peers.

Over the past year, he has endured countless pursuits and hardships, and his temperament has become increasingly resilient and composed.

He was constantly thinking about revenge!

Revenge against the Spirit Hall! Revenge against Lin Ye, the culprit who murdered his father and destroyed his family!

"Disorderly Cloak Hammer Technique!"

Tang San roared, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer with fierce speed, leaving a series of afterimages, before slamming it hard into a huge rock in front of him.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the solid rock, several meters high, shattered into pieces, sending fragments flying everywhere.

"Huff... huff..."

Tang San leaned on his hammer, panting heavily. Sweat soaked his clothes, but his bloodshot eyes burned with a fierce flame.

"Not enough...not enough!"

"That bastard Lin Ye is probably a Title Douluo by now. My strength is no match for him at all!"

"I must become stronger! Stronger, even faster!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, his heart filled with resentment and anxiety.

Just then, an old and weak voice came from the thatched hut behind him.

"Mistress, don't push yourself too hard. Cultivation requires a gradual approach; haste makes waste."

Tang San turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a hunched back and a haggard face sitting in a simple wheelchair.

It was Yu Xiaogang, the once spirited master hailed as "the invincible in theory."

He had lost all his former glory and looked even more destitute than a beggar on the street.

A year ago, they narrowly escaped the Spirit Hall's pursuit, but at a heavy price.

Yu Xiaogang's legs and one arm were crippled by the Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall, leaving him with no spirit power and turning him into a complete cripple.

"Teacher, I'm fine."

When Tang San saw Yu Xiaogang, the fierceness in his eyes instantly subsided, replaced by deep guilt and self-reproach.

If it weren't for him, how could the teacher have ended up in this situation today?

"Mistress, I know you're suffering inside, and you want revenge."

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San, his cloudy eyes revealing heartache.

"However, a gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years. What you need to do now is survive and gather your strength. As long as you're alive, you can always rebuild."

"Teacher, I understand." Tang San lowered his head, his voice somewhat muffled.

He certainly knew this principle.

However, whenever he closed his eyes, the image of his father Tang Hao's tragic death would appear in his mind, as would the image of his teacher's current miserable state...

Overwhelming hatred gnawed at his heart, causing him unbearable pain!

He can't wait ten years!

He can't wait even a day longer!

"Oh, right, Xiao San." Yu Xiaogang seemed to have thought of something, took out a letter from his pocket, and handed it to Tang San.

"This is information I obtained through an old friend. It's about your sect, and I haven't seen it yet."

"My sect?" Tang San was taken aback when he heard this, then his eyes lit up.

He snatched the letter and tore it open with trembling hands.

Haotian Sect!

This was his last hope!

Although he was ruthlessly expelled from the sect back then, he believed that blood is thicker than water!

As long as he can return with enough strength and prove his worth, the sect will definitely accept him back!

At that time, he can use the power of the sect to fight against the Spirit Hall and avenge his father!

However, when he saw the contents of the letter, the excitement and anticipation on his face gradually froze, eventually turning into endless horror and disbelief.

"No...this is impossible!"

Tang San's body trembled violently as he stared intently at the few lines of text on the letter.

"This must be fake! It's a conspiracy by the Spirit Hall! They're deliberately spreading false information to try and shake my resolve!"

Tang San roared like a madman, tearing the letter in his hand to shreds.

"You mistress! What's wrong with you?!"