Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I Am the White Emperor of Heaven!

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For a moment, a flicker of gratitude and relief flashed across Hu Liena's eyes.

Her gratitude stemmed from Dai Chengfeng's restraint during their earlier encounter; her relief came from the realization that she wasn't his enemy.

If she were to oppose him, she feared…

She couldn't even imagine how miserable her fate might be.

Hu Liena silently resolved never to become Dai Chengfeng's enemy in the future.

"Li…ke…"

Dai Chengfeng didn't know what Hu Liena was thinking. He looked at Tang San, ready to ask again.

But before he could finish, Tang San interrupted him with a trembling voice, sounding utterly pitiful:

"I hadn't even finished speaking just now. Why did you hit me again…?"

"Because I felt like it."

As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng prepared to slam Tang San's head down once more.

But soon, he sensed a surge of energy locking onto him, causing him to pause mid-action.

"Finally stepping in, huh? Hmph~"

Dai Chengfeng chuckled softly, shrugging helplessly. It seemed the game was over.

He knew Tang Hao wouldn't stand by and watch Tang San die at his hands.

Sure enough, in the stands, a black-clad figure wearing a bamboo hat—Tang Hao—rose to his feet. His voice wasn't loud, but it eerily carried throughout the entire arena:

"Young man, isn't it about time you stopped?"

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng released Tang San. "Since you've spoken, Senior, I'll naturally show you this courtesy."

"However, there are some things I need to make clear."

Dai Chengfeng stared at Tang Hao without an ounce of fear in his eyes. "This is a matter between juniors. It's best if you don't interfere, Senior."

"You have your goals, and I have mine. If you rashly intervene, things could end in mutual destruction—and that wouldn't be good, would it?"

Tang Hao narrowed his eyes as he looked at Dai Chengfeng. "Are you threatening me?"

As the mighty Douluo of the Hao Tian lineage, when had he ever been threatened—let alone by a junior?

"A threat?"

Dai Chengfeng shook his head with a faint smile. "It's not a threat, just stating the facts. After all, Tang San's identity means he can't remain a flower in a greenhouse, doesn't it?"

"So, in a way, Senior, you should thank me for teaching Tang San a lesson. Otherwise, he'd only grow complacent and arrogant."

Thank you?

At this moment, Tang Hao wanted nothing more than to sneer. What kind of twisted logic was this? Beaten up by someone, and the father is supposed to thank the enemy?

But soon, Tang Hao caught a subtle hint.

Dai Chengfeng said, Tang San's identity?

Could it be… he knows Tang San's true identity?

At this thought, Tang Hao's eyes widened slightly in surprise. A surge of killing intent flared, but it quickly dissipated.

Tang Hao recalled Dai Chengfeng's identity—the fourth prince of the Star Luo Empire.

Even the Spirit Hall didn't know Tang San's true identity, yet Dai Chengfeng did. Clearly, he hadn't discovered it on his own…

In other words, the higher-ups of the Star Luo Empire must have informed Dai Chengfeng of Tang San's identity!

And Dai Chengfeng's words were a signal—a reminder that he hadn't disclosed Tang San's identity to the Spirit Hall. Did that mean Tang Hao owed him a favor?

It was also a warning: if Tang Hao dared to act…

The Star Luo Empire's higher-ups would surely know who intervened.

And then, Tang San's life would be in grave danger.

Thinking this, Tang Hao glared at Dai Chengfeng with frustration. Damn it, after beating my son, I still have to thank him?

What kind of twisted logic is this? Where's the justice?

Back in the day, when I fought Qian Xunji, I was merely angry—not as frustrated as I am today!

But despite the bitterness boiling inside him, Tang Hao could only say outwardly, "Fine. You make a valid point. I owe you this favor."

"In the future, as long as it doesn't involve life or death, I won't interfere in matters between you youngsters."

Dai Chengfeng nodded slightly to Tang Hao, giving a small bow. "Acknowledged."

As Dai Chengfeng turned to look at Ma Hongjun beside him, Tang Hao's voice rang out again.

He wasn't one to swallow such humiliation easily.

Thus, Tang Hao continued, staring at Dai Chengfeng: "Though I won't step in personally, young man, I challenge you on behalf of my juniors!"

"I hear that your group consists of four people today. Three months from now, will you dare to face off against Shrek Academy's four at the same level?"

"They'll settle their scores themselves at that time!"

"Oh?"

Dai Chengfeng's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing Tang Hao's words.

After all, Tang San had just been defeated by him, and yet Tang Hao was issuing a challenge?

"What? Scared?"

Though Tang Hao knew his son had just suffered defeat, wasn't the challenge set for three months later?

Tang Hao was confident that, with training to counteract Dai Chengfeng's spiritual power and through his own guidance…

In three months, at the same level, his son would definitely not lose!

After all, Tang Hao was well aware of the terrifying potential of his son's hidden weapons.

At this moment, though Dai Chengfeng didn't know what Tang Hao was thinking, he wasn't worried at all. In the face of absolute strength, any schemes or tricks were laughable.

However, Dai Chengfeng didn't plan to accept immediately.

After all, what benefit would this bring him?

"Senior, since you're so confident, I can accept this challenge."

"But if you lose again three months from now…"

Dai Chengfeng deliberately dragged out the last syllable, straightening up and fixing Tang Hao with an intense gaze. "I hope Senior will agree to one condition of mine. How about it?"

"A condition?"

Tang Hao raised an eyebrow.

"Yes!"

Dai Chengfeng nodded. "I want to see Senior demonstrate your clan's self-created soul techniques. Not too difficult, right?"

The clan's self-created soul techniques?

Does he mean the Chaotic Wind Splitting Hammer and the Great Sumeru Hammer?

Tang Hao instantly understood. Since Dai Chengfeng knew his identity, the "clan technique" he referred to could only be the hammer techniques of the Hao Tian Sect.

For a moment, Tang Hao's eyes were filled with confusion.

What does Dai Chengfeng mean by this?

After winning, does he just want to see me perform the Chaotic Wind Splitting Hammer and Great Sumeru Hammer?

Could it be that he wants to steal the Hao Tian Sect's hammer techniques?

But soon, Tang Hao shook his head, dismissing the possibility.

After all, these were the exclusive techniques of the Hao Tian Sect, especially the Great Sumeru Hammer. Even under careful tutelage, it had taken him years to barely master it, let alone achieve proficiency.

To think someone could learn these techniques just by watching him perform them once? Impossible!

Even if Dai Chengfeng were a genius, such a feat would be nothing more than a pipe dream. Tang Hao didn't believe it for a second.

Thus, without hesitation, Tang Hao replied, "Fine, I agree!"

"Then, it's settled!"

A flash of joy lit up in Dai Chengfeng's eyes as he quickly nodded.

Though no one in the world could master the Chaotic Wind Splitting Hammer or Great Sumeru Hammer just by watching them once, what if someone was just one step away from breakthrough?

Ever since Dai Chengfeng had inherited the records of the Great Sumeru Hammer from his imperial father, he had never given up studying its explosive ring principle.

By now, Dai Chengfeng felt confident that he could successfully execute the explosive ring technique.

But the explosive ring technique was far too dangerous, so Dai Chengfeng hadn't attempted it lightly.

Originally, he planned to wait until he was absolutely sure…

But seeing Tang Hao here, Dai Chengfeng changed his mind!

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