Douluo Dalu: The Legend of The Spider Emperor

"What?!"

"Shrek Academy has a Title Douluo backing them?!"

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Fengzhi was utterly shocked after hearing the report from Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

The seemingly insignificant Shrek Academy had such a powerful background?

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, are you certain about this information?" Ning Fengzhi asked hesitantly.

After all, Shrek Academy looked so unimpressive—how could they possibly have a Title Douluo supporting them?

Sword Douluo nodded. "My premonition wasn't wrong. During today's match, when Ye Hao defeated the Shrek team, I faintly sensed an oppressive aura in the arena—one filled with rage, as if it was about to erupt at any moment. For a Title Douluo to react like that, it must have been because of Shrek Academy's defeat."

Bone Douluo snorted. "Hmph! I don't care who it is. I know every famous Title Douluo on this continent, and I can't think of a single one who would waste their time supporting a place like Shrek. Whoever they are, they must be blind!"

At the Back Mountain of Shrek Academy. Tang San, his face bruised and swollen, staggered up the mountain, barely holding himself together from the injuries inflicted by Ye Hao.

Although he would be able to fight again in two days, their next opponents were the Elephant Armored Clan—one of the four lower clans under Spirit Hall, famed for their unparalleled defense. It was going to be another brutal battle.

Not long after, a man cloaked in black robes appeared—Tang Hao.

Looking at his injured son, a deep sorrow and burning fury ignited in Tang Hao's heart.

"Xiao San… it's all my fault. I failed you as a father."

Tang Hao clenched his fists, his voice filled with remorse.

But Tang San shook his head bitterly.

"No, Father. It's not your fault—it's mine. I underestimated my opponent."

"I thought we were just facing Heaven Dou Royal Academy's Second Team… but I never expected Ye Hao to use such underhanded tricks and merge the Emperor Team with them. This is outright cheating!"

"If we had followed our original plan, we would have had a 100% chance of winning. The ones lying injured now should have been them, not us. Damn it!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, his frustration boiling over. He had planned to cripple the Second Team, but Ye Hao's sudden intervention ruined everything.

And now, not only was he seriously injured, but Xiao Wu still had two glaring handprints on her face. Even now, her face was still swollen, and she was too embarrassed to leave her dormitory.

"Father!"

After a long pause, Tang San looked straight into Tang Hao's eyes, his gaze filled with determination.

"Father, I want to train my second martial soul—the Clear Sky Hammer!"

His voice was firm, his eyes burning with the fire of revenge.

Ever since he learned that his second martial soul was the legendary Clear Sky Hammer, the strongest Tool Soul in existence, he had felt a glimmer of hope.

As a soul master, he knew what the Clear Sky Hammer represented.

Tang Hao remained silent, his brows furrowing.

"Xiao San, do you realize the consequences?"

Tang Hao's voice was low and grave.

"If your Clear Sky Hammer is exposed, the disaster it will bring will never end. Your friends, your teachers, even the people who love you—they will all suffer because of it."

"Father…" Tang San took a deep breath, his tone unwavering.

"I refuse to be crushed by Ye Hao any longer."

"I want… to kill him!"

Tang Hao's heart ached. He could feel the hatred consuming his son.

Placing a heavy hand on Tang San's shoulder, he silently suppressed the murderous aura emanating from him.

Compared to Tang Hao—who possessed the Slaughter Domain—Tang San's killing intent was as insignificant as a newborn child.

"Xiao San… you still don't understand."

"You cannot kill Ye Hao."

Tang San's eyes widened in shock.

"Why not?!"

He refused to listen. He couldn't listen.

Tang Hao sighed in disappointment at his stubborn son.

"Xiao San… do you know Spirit Hall?"

Tang San nodded immediately.

"Of course. Spirit Hall is a force as powerful as both the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire. I know they're strong."

That was all he knew.

Tang Hao sighed again. He had wanted to spare his son from this harsh truth, but it seemed he had no choice.

"Xiao San…" Tang Hao spoke slowly, his voice heavy with meaning.

"Ye Hao is from Spirit Hall."

"He is the biological son of the Supreme Pontiff, Bibi Dong."

His voice echoed in the quiet night.

Tang San's body stiffened.

His breathing stopped.

His mind went blank.

"…The Supreme Pontiff?"

Tang San gasped, his heart sinking.

"Father… you must be joking. There's no way Ye Hao is…"

He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it.

He hated Ye Hao too much.

"This cannot be real!"

But Tang Hao watched him silently.

After a long moment, Tang Hao sighed.

"Xiao San, the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall is the only known twin martial soul user in history. She achieved Title Douluo rank years ago. Her martial souls are the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor."

"And her son—Ye Hao—inherited one of them."

"I cannot be sure if Ye Hao is also a twin martial soul user… but all evidence suggests that he is indeed from Spirit Hall."

"Remember the Titled Douluo who intervened during your battle with Ye Hao?"

Tang San's breath hitched.

"Yes… that man with the Serpent Spear…"

Tang Hao nodded.

"That man is a Spirit Hall Title Douluo."

"And today… did you notice the black-haired woman who appeared by Ye Hao's side?"

Tang San's entire body trembled.

"Yes!" He clenched his fists. "I saw her! She was… different from the others… But don't tell me she's also a…"

"A Titled Douluo."

Tang San's heart sank completely.

"Since when did Title Douluos become so common?!"

Tang Hao shook his head.

"Now do you understand, Xiao San?"

"This is why I haven't touched Ye Hao."

"Because you cannot touch him."

"If you dare expose your Clear Sky Hammer now before you're strong enough… you will be crippled forever!"

Tang Hao gripped Tang San's shoulders tightly, shaking him.

Suddenly, Tang Hao's face twisted in pain, and he coughed up dark purple blood.

"Father!" Tang San's eyes widened in horror as he caught his father.

Tang Hao looked ten years older in an instant, his face pale, blood still dripping from his lips.

"Father… you're poisoned!"

Tang San's mind reeled. He placed his hand on Tang Hao's wrist, his expression growing even darker.

"Father… this poison has been in your body for over half a year!"

Tang Hao smiled bitterly.

"Xiao San… it's Death Spider Emperor poison. You can't cure it."

Death Spider Emperor poison.

Tang San's heart shattered.

His hatred boiled over.

"Ye Hao! I'll kill you!"

But before he could completely lose himself, Tang Hao shook his head.

"No… This wasn't Ye Hao's doing."

Tang San froze.

"Then… who?!"

Tang Hao's gaze turned cold.

"It was… Ye Ritian."