Haotian Sect, on the top of the snow mountain.
The biting cold wind blew up thousands of piles of snow, flowing over the towering black wall.
Tang Hao stood in front of the mountain gate, looking up at the two words "Haotian" written in iron and silver on the plaque, feeling as if he were in another world.
Many years.
He finally returned to this land.
The heavy sect gate slowly opened with a roar, like a giant beast awakening.
Tang Xiao took the lead, followed closely by the elders.
"Brother Hao..."
Tang Xiao's gaze fell on Tang Hao.
The old robe stained by weather, the gray temples, and the eyes that were once full of vigor and vitality but now filled with endless fatigue.
He felt a lump in his throat.
The tears could no longer be suppressed.
This call came more than ten years late.
Tang Hao's chest heaved violently, all his suppressed emotions bursting out at his brother's voice.
He bent his knees and knelt heavily in the snow.
Bang--!
The snow below my knees was splattered everywhere.
"The sinner Tang Hao pays homage to the Sect Master and the elders!"
This deep roar, accompanied by the dull sound of knees hitting the ground, echoed on the top of the snow-capped mountain.
Tang Hao straightened his back.
With his head bowed deeply,
All the hardships and regrets of half a lifetime were pressed into this heavy kneeling.
The elders had complicated expressions, and when their eyes met, they all sighed silently.
The second elder walked forward slowly, his old hand gave a slight support, his voice a little hoarse:
"Get up, child."
He looked toward the distant mountains.
It was as if I could see through the years and see the bloody storm of that year.
"In that matter... the sect was also at fault."
"It's us who cling to old conventions and act cowardly, placing a heavy burden on you alone."
"Now that the Great Elder has returned, the sect is determined to tear open this prison of ice and snow and restore the name of Haotian."
"Tang Hao."
The Second Elder turned his gaze back, sharp as a knife:
"The sect needs your strength. If you still feel resentful, then join us and seek redemption from the Spirit Hall!"
"yes!"
Tang Hao suddenly looked up, and the fire that had been extinguished for many years in his eyes was rekindled.
"Tang Hao...will definitely live up to the sect's trust!"
The resentment that had been pent up for decades was finally released with this oath.
Tang Xiao stood with his hands behind his back.
A relieved smile appeared on his lips, and he walked forward and patted his brother's strong arm.
"Alright, Brother Hao. Come with me. Grandfather... has been waiting for a long time."
In the main hall of Haotian Sect, warmth dispelled the severe coldness on the mountain top.
Tang Chen was scratching his head and muttering to himself in front of a glittering mirror.
"These Four Swords of Zhu Xian... what a treasure! Tsk tsk, look at the murderous aura, this formation..."
He squinted his eyes and moved closer to the mirror. When he saw the dizzyingly long string of numbers below, his whole body suddenly froze.
"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine...hundred million?!"
How many digits is this?
Even if you sell me and the Haotian Sect together, I don't think you can even get a fraction of the total.
hateful,
I won't watch it anymore, it's annoying.
The more I read, the more I felt a deep sense of powerlessness lingering in my heart.
Compared to this,
He cares more about the mission.
Although his strength is recognized as the strongest in the continent.
But there is no guarantee that there may be peerless masters hiding in the wild.
Since that fellow apprentice dared to challenge him again, he must have reached an unparalleled level.
As for the Poison God...
Tang Chen was always unpredictable.
At this moment, Tang Xiao brought Tang Hao into the hall.
"Grandfather, Brother Hao is back."
Hearing this, Tang Chen looked up and met Tang Hao's weathered gaze.
"My Hao'er..."
"grandfather..."
Then,
The grandfather and grandson hadn't seen each other for many years and exchanged greetings for a long time.
Tang Hao told Tang Chen all about his experiences over the years, and Tang Xiao, who was standing beside him, was also filled with heartache.
"I never thought that Brother Hao had such a hard time these years, and Big Brother was completely unaware of it..."
Tang Xiao's tone was full of self-blame.
Tang Hao looked at Tang Xiao and chuckled:
"Brother, there's no need to be like this. As the clan leader, you've faced far more hardships than I have."
Tang Chen saw the two brothers having fun and feeling comfortable, and suddenly he remembered something.
Looking at Tang Hao, his eyes were burning:
"Hao'er, do you mean that I have a great-grandson?"
Tang Hao nodded and replied:
"Yes, grandpa. His name is Tang San. He is the child of Ah Yin and me."
"Xiao San's talent is even higher than mine. Not only does he have innate full soul power, but he also has twin martial souls that are rarely seen in a century."
Tang Chen was in a good mood after hearing this.
"Good! Good! Good!"
"My Haotian Sect also has a successor!"
"Where is my great-grandson now?"
Tang Hao slowly said:
"Xiao San is currently studying at Shrek Academy. I'm considering whether to bring him back to the Haotian Sect."
The Haotian Sect is known as the number one sect in the world and has many secret techniques and mental methods.
The efficiency of a single round of training is far better than that of Shrek Academy.
However, Tang Hao knew that his son was too sentimental and might not be willing to leave his friends.
Tang Chen nodded and said calmly:
"It depends on what Xiao San decides, but at least you have to bring Xiao San back to see me, your grandfather."
"By the way, I've been away for many years and don't know much about what's happening on the mainland right now."
"Do you know if there is any peerless master on the mainland who is particularly powerful in using poison?"
Hearing this,
Tang Xiao and Tang Hao's eyes met and they said in unison:
"Dugu Bo."
"Dugu Bo?"
Tang Chen murmured softly.
Could he be the Poison God Senior in the chat group?
"Besides him, are there any other poison masters?"
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao shook their heads after hearing this.
"Absolutely not."
"There is a poison master in the Spirit Hall, but he doesn't practice poison purely as a secondary skill."
"Only Dugu Bo walks the pure path of poison on the continent. His title is Poison."
However, Tang Hao added a few more words:
"Grandfather, although Dugu Bo is the only person on the continent who has broken through the seal by using poison, his strength should not be considered a peerless master."
"I can defeat him with three hammer strikes and explode his soul bones."
Tang Chen:.....
"really?"
"really."
Tang Chen remained silent.
The other party was just an ordinary Titled Douluo, yet he had been calling him "senior" in the group for so long?
That apprentice Taoist fellow was probably also in seclusion and didn't know the true identity of that Poison God Taoist fellow.
Otherwise, why would they lick each other in the group every day?
It's a little embarrassing,
But it's okay this way.
Since the other party's strength is far inferior to his, the only one in the group who can compete with him is his apprentice Taoist friend.
That fellow apprentice once said that he had been defeated by him.
He, Tang Chen, has been active throughout his life.
Apart from the defeat at the hands of Poseidon, he has never been defeated.
What's more, the opponent was someone he had defeated before.
The blessing of the Lord,
Steady and spicy!
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In Tiandou City, in the Baiwujinji Bookstore, Chen Luo was browsing the Zhutian Mall.
His eyes lingered on the "Ancient Beasts" column.
"Who should I summon?"
"How about Qiongqi?"
"Not right. I feel like it's a bit excessive... If I'm not careful and wipe out Chen Xun and the others, wouldn't that be a huge loss?"
As he was weighing the pros and cons,
The shop door was gently pushed open.
Xue Qinghe walked in.
Chen Luo looked up,
I saw a deep dark blue under Xue Qinghe's eyes.
A strong sense of resentment almost hit me in the face.