Even so, Flender and the others only dared to observe from a distance.
A battle between Limit Douluo—who would dare to approach recklessly? Did they truly value spectacle over their lives?
"That's…"
Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eyes, his vision sharpening to an extreme degree. He saw his great-grandfather, Tang Chen, being attacked by the Sword Douluo's fused soul ring technique. Tang Chen expended tremendous effort to deflect the attack but was forced back over ten meters, even spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The killing intent around Tang San had yet to fade, and after slaughtering the people of the Moon Pavilion just days prior, he now resembled an Asura incarnate.
His Purple Demon Eyes gradually tinged with bloodshot veins, exuding an eerie, sinister aura. His voice was icy and severe:
"Damn the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! How dare they lay a hand on my great-grandfather, Tang Chen!"
"You have chosen death."
Fury burned within him, nearly bursting from his pores. But Tang San, aware of his own limitations, retained enough sense not to charge recklessly into the fray as cannon fodder.
"What? After using fused soul rings, they're now resorting to a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?" Tang San's expression shifted repeatedly. Ganging up on one person and even deploying a Martial Soul Fusion Skill—such shamelessness! What kind of righteous sect behaved like this?
Tang San deeply regretted agreeing to let his father disclose the principles of fused soul rings, ring explosions, and the secrets of Martial Soul Fusion Skills to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Who could have imagined this sect would grow so abnormally powerful? In just a few years, they had reached a level where they could rival the world's number one sect, the Clear Sky Sect!
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, do you truly intend to wage a life-and-death war with my Clear Sky Sect?"
Tang Chen's expression was extremely grim.
As the undisputed strongest on the continent, when had he ever suffered such a loss? And at the hands of juniors, no less!
Just as Ning Fengzhi was about to speak, hurried footsteps echoed from the palace. A noblewoman in lavish attire rushed out.
The moment she saw the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Yuehua cried out:
"Great-grandfather Tang Chen! It's me—Yuehua!"
"Yue… Yuehua?" Though years had passed, Tang Chen dredged up memories of Tang Yuehua from the depths of his mind.
"Great-grandfather, there must be some misunderstanding between you and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Can we stop this first?"
Tang Chen remained silent but retracted his Asura God Sword and Clear Sky Hammer.
On the other side, seeing Tang Chen stand down, Ning Fengzhi also had no desire to escalate hostilities. However, given the circumstances earlier, they had no choice but to act.
Whether to preserve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's dignity or to prevent unforeseeable consequences, they could not allow Qian Renxue and Zi Ji to die here.
If nothing else, the death of a soul beast rumored to be Di Tian's beloved in Heaven Dou City would provoke unimaginable retaliation.
After all, Di Tian was the Beast God, and the Star Dou Forest housed several existences comparable to Limit Douluo.
For now, no accidents could be permitted.
The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo descended slowly, bringing Ning Rongrong and the others with them.
Tang Chen, meanwhile, landed beside Tang Yuehua, carefully examining his long-lost granddaughter.
"Yuehua, I sent Tang San to find you. What exactly happened? How did things come to this?"
"I… I'm not entirely sure either. I was at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for over a month before this…"
Tang Yuehua had just learned that "Tang Yin" was actually Tang San. Tang Chen had indeed sent word that Tang Hao's son would visit, but without a specific timeframe, how was she to know?
She recounted everything before and after her departure, including helping Dugu Yan stabilize her mindset—nothing confidential, so there was no need for secrecy.
Several minutes later, after hearing Tang Yuehua's explanation, Tang Chen sighed deeply.
"Too many coincidences… I never expected… Ah, Yuehua, this old ancestor of yours…"
"It's all in the past."
Tang Yuehua smiled bitterly. With her great-grandfather speaking like this, what else could she say?
Demand Tang San's life?
Even if her brother Tang Hao disagreed, Great-grandfather Tang Chen would never allow it!
The letter had explicitly stated that Tang San's talent far surpassed Tang Hao's—he was the key to the Clear Sky Sect's resurgence. How could they possibly discard him?
Tang Yuehua had pieced together the general sequence of events.
A verbal dispute with some nobles, exacerbated by the influence of the Slaughter Domain, led Tang San to massacre everyone in the Moon Pavilion—including nearby residents.
After learning the truth, Tang Chen massaged his temples.
At least Tang San and Tang Yuehua were unharmed—that was some consolation. But how should Heaven Dou handle this?
The Clear Sky Sect had only re-emerged less than a year ago. If their reputation was tarnished so soon, it would be disastrous.
Tang Chen calmly approached Xue Qinghe. Both Xue Qinghe and the purple-haired Zi Ji beside him remained wary.
Even Ning Fengzhi and the others prepared to intervene if necessary.
"Ah… Emperor Qinghe, this old man acted rashly earlier."
He had initially suspected a conspiracy between Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou imperial family to harm Tang Yuehua and Tang San. But the truth was far simpler—Tang San, unable to control his Slaughter Domain, had slaughtered nobles after a mere argument.
Many of the dead were children of influential Heaven Dou nobles.
"How do you intend to resolve this matter?"
Tang Chen shifted the responsibility to Xue Qinghe, adopting an official tone.
In reality, everyone present understood: Tang San would not face execution.
"Lord Tang Chen, we are not unreasonable. However, many of the deceased were heirs of powerful nobles. If this isn't handled properly, the consequences…"
"This old man understands. What compensation do you seek?" Tang Chen waved his hand. "I will not allow Tang San's name to be tarnished. That is my bottom line."
"Sigh…" Xue Qinghe exhaled. "Though I don't know why Tang San has changed so drastically, we collaborated years ago—I purchased many Godly Zhuge Crossbows from him. But in this matter, we must offer the nobles some form of concession."
"Tang San's identity can be attributed to an evil spirit master named Tang Yin. His appearance must be altered—this, I assume, aligns with what you've learned from Madame Yuehua."
With wanted posters circulating, how could he roam freely?
Secondly…
"My sister, Xue Ke, remains unconscious. Were it not for a ten-thousand-year soul bone protecting her, she would have died instantly. I hope to wake her."
"If that proves impossible, at least purge the killing energy from her body."
"Does Lord Tang Chen have any solutions?"
"Is it due to the Slaughter Domain's energy?" Tang Chen was familiar with most of Tang San's abilities.
"Yes. The killing energy has corroded her organs. And… she's only a Soul Master in her twenties, with a swan martial soul."
"Do you have any remedies?"
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect suggested evolving her martial soul…" Xue Qinghe shook his head. "But that's nearly impossible. The swan martial soul's potential is far too limited."
As the former Slaughter King, Tang Chen quickly sensed the killing energy within the palace and assessed Xue Ke's condition. His brow furrowed.
"I can withdraw the killing energy from her body, but I cannot guarantee she'll awaken."
Under Xue Qinghe's guidance, Tang Chen arrived at Xue Ke's bedside.
As the Asura God's servant, he naturally controlled the Slaughter Domain's energy. With a mere gesture, he reclaimed the killing energy from Xue Ke's body.
After a long pause, Tang Chen opened his eyes and sighed.
"Traces remain in her organs. I cannot eliminate them. To wake her, you'll need an exceptionally powerful healing-type spirit master."
"Understood." Xue Qinghe bowed in gratitude.
Seeing this, Tang Chen sighed again.
What a mess!
Such a reasonable, composed emperor.
No wonder Qian Daoliu's granddaughter had taken an interest in him. As for their descendants' martial souls—they typically inherited the stronger one. What a cunning plan!
Who would have thought Qian Daoliu, for all his dignified appearance, would scheme so ruthlessly, even sacrificing his own granddaughter?
At that moment, Tang Chen sensed something and looked toward the palace gates.
"My great-grandson has arrived. Emperor Qinghe, come with me to meet him."
Without waiting for a response, he strode out.