Chapter 375: Starting the Attack
"Hmph."
Tang Xian understood this logic as well. In fact, even his grandfather had temporarily set aside his prejudice and accepted Tang San, so he had nothing more to say.
But for some reason, he just couldn't stand this person. Perhaps it was because this person, younger by nearly ten years, had defeated him so easily.
Seeing that Tang Xian wasn't speaking, Tang San lost interest in continuing the conversation, picking up his iron hammer and walking toward the waterfall once again.
"If you have grievances, I'm always open to your challenge. These little moves of yours will just make me think you're not worth my time."
Tang Xian, inheriting his grandfather's fiery temper, could not tolerate such mockery. He summoned the Haotian Hammer and walked toward Tang San.
"Come on, I'm challenging you right now. Let's do it."
Tang San sighed as he turned back. There was no other way—this was better than enduring endless provocations from him.
"Fine, I can accept your challenge once a week, but if you lose, you can't bother me for the whole week."
"Hmph, then let's do it, I accept."
Just as Tang San was about to release his martial soul to battle, a gentle breeze brushed his face. Normally, this breeze wouldn't have been anything special, but the sudden smell of burning and blood in the air caused Tang San to immediately tense up. Having been a killer in his past life and trained in the killing city, he was extremely sensitive to such smells.
"Wait a moment."
"What? Are you scared? If you admit defeat, I can spare you, but next time you see me in the sect, you'll have to call me 'Big Brother' and walk around me."
Tang Xian, thinking Tang San was afraid, became more arrogant and started making demands.
But Tang San didn't pay attention to this deluded youth, instead continuing to sniff around the area.
"Hey, what are you doing? Are you learning to sniff like a dog? If so, just apologize and call me Big Brother."
"Fool, didn't you smell the burning and blood?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Xian's expression changed immediately. He started to sniff the air around him, but his senses didn't seem to be as sharp. After a long while, he didn't smell anything unusual. He looked at Tang San with a confused expression.
"Are you making excuses because you're afraid?"
"I'm not wrong. Someone is destroying the body. This smell is only from burning a corpse," Tang San replied sternly.
"Hah? The patrol team must have been out hunting some wild game at night. It's not unusual. Why make such a big deal of it?"
Tang San was slightly stunned. He hadn't expected this kind of explanation, but there was still a possibility. However, something felt off. He couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that things were not so simple.
"Let's go take a look. If it's just what you said, we'll return and continue our fight."
"Really? Winning or losing doesn't matter, and now you're looking for excuses?"
Tang Xian's dissatisfaction grew. This was his chance to prove himself. He had been training hard with his grandfather's techniques. He was confident he could defeat Tang San tonight.
But since Tang San had said so, if he didn't agree, it would seem like he wasn't taking the sect's safety seriously, so he reluctantly agreed.
"Fine, let's go. Which way did the smell come from?"
"To the west."
"Hmm? That must be Tang Bing and the others. They've probably gone wild hunting. But just to make you feel better, we'll go check. Maybe we can even get a bite of meat."
The two of them then set off toward the western part of the mountain range, which was also the direction Ling Yuan had just eliminated a patrol.
However, before they could walk a few kilometers, a massive burst of fire suddenly erupted ahead of them, rapidly escalating. This was no simple wild game cooking—it was something much more intense.
Tang San looked back at Tang Xian, whose face was filled with shock, and directly said:
"Hurry back to the sect and report to the elders. It must be the Spirit Hall's people."
"Ah! Okay, okay."
Tang Xian, having lived deep in the mountains since childhood, had never seen anything like this. In that moment, he forgot all about his grievances with Tang San and hurried to follow him back toward the sect.
But as they got closer to the sect, a huge chrysanthemum and a gigantic bear, several dozen meters tall, suddenly appeared before their eyes. What shocked them even more was that the chrysanthemum and the giant bear each had eighteen soul rings, indicating that they were both Title Douluo-level figures.
"What... what is that?!"
Tang Xian was now completely panicked, his right hand clutching the Haotian Hammer trembling slightly.
"One is the Spirit Hall's Chrysanthemum Douluo, and the other one I don't recognize. Since they appeared together with Chrysanthemum Douluo, it's likely another elder from the Spirit Hall," Tang San explained, recognizing their martial souls from his previous experiences being hunted by Yue Guan.
"So... what should we do?"
At this point, the road into the sect had been sealed off by two Title Douluo, and the two of them were not strong enough to break through. Tang San felt an immediate sense of urgency. In battles of this level, whoever gained the upper hand early would have a huge advantage.
"Charging directly in is impossible. Does our sect have any other ways to get inside?"
Tang Xian shook his head, indicating that, after living in the sect for so long, he had never heard of any alternate routes. After all, he had come here only out of necessity and had never thought to search for a hidden escape route. Moreover, with the terrain being easy to defend and difficult to attack, the Haotian Sect had never considered the possibility of an invasion.
"Damn, this is troublesome. That means if the elders fail, there won't even be a way to escape."
"Then... what now?"
Tang Xian was like an ant on a hot pot, knowing that his grandfather and other family members were still inside the sect. If what Tang San said was true, wouldn't it be...
"No, I can't just stand here. I'm going to charge in."
With that, Tang Xian was about to charge forward with his Haotian Hammer, but Tang San, quick on his feet, stopped him.
"Are you crazy? There must be more than two Title Douluo. You're just a Soul Emperor, charging in would be like delivering yourself on a platter."
"So what should we do? We can't just stand here and watch our people die!"
"What are you talking about? The elders might not lose. My uncle and a few elders are also Title Douluo-level and have the Haotian ultimate techniques. How could they easily fail? I'm just saying that's the worst-case scenario."
Tang Xian paused, then slowly calmed down.
"You're right, but we still have to do something, right?"
"Let's go to Tiandou."
"Huh?"
Tang Xian didn't immediately understand. The sect was being attacked, and now they were heading to Tiandou? Wouldn't that make them cowards? Father and son, they were both the same.
Tang San clearly noticed the disdain in Tang Xian's eyes but didn't mind. Instead, he explained emotionally:
"Let's go to the Tiandou Emperor and inform him about the Spirit Hall's attack. Maybe we can bring back some reinforcements. Standing here does no good. The sooner we reach Tiandou, the more disciples we can save from the sect."
"Right, right, right! We've allied with Tiandou now, but the Spirit Hall doesn't care about the Tiandou Empire's face. Let's go get help quickly."
(END CHAPTER)
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