Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, grants me the power to bring the dead back to

Chapter 381 Murder and Arson: Tang 3 Young Master?

The azure sky was originally clear and pure, with a few wisps of white clouds drifting leisurely by.

However, a sudden streak of black light shattered the tranquility.

The streak of light was incredibly fast, yet extremely unstable, its trajectory erratic and unpredictable, like a giant bird with broken wings, trailing a dim tail. Finally, exhausted, it plunged headlong into a vast, ancient, primeval forest below!

"boom--!!!"

A deep, muffled thud followed.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky from somewhere in the forest, startling countless birds and causing wild animals to flee.

Thick trees were snapped and torn apart, and a deep trench was dug into the ground.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, the scene at the center of the impact was revealed.

In a shallow pit tens of meters in diameter, lay an extremely burly and robust man. His face was resolute, with lines as if carved by an axe. Even with his eyes closed, brows furrowed, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, he could not conceal the heroic spirit that once dominated the world.

What is most eye-catching is a giant hammer, entirely black and covered with mysterious dark gold patterns, stuck diagonally in the ground beside him.

The hammer's body was ancient and simple, yet it exuded a terrifying pressure as heavy as a mountain and as domineering as an unparalleled force. It was the Haotian Hammer, but at this moment, the light on the hammer's body had dimmed considerably.

This burly man, barely clinging to life, was none other than Tang Chen, who had shed the bloodthirsty and sinister exterior of the King of Slaughter and regained his original appearance under the purification of the Thousand Flows Angelic Power.

Tang Chen, the previous sect master of the Haotian Sect and the former Haotian Douluo!

He lay there quietly, his breathing weak, his soul power in disarray.

There was the original, vast and boundless soul power belonging to the level 99 peerless Douluo struggling to recover, and there was also the remnant evil poison belonging to the Nine-Headed Bat King stubbornly resisting and eroding.

The two forces clashed fiercely within Tang Chen's body, making his already severely injured body even more precarious, and his life force as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

Almost at the same time that Tang Chen fell into the forest and stirred up a cloud of dust, Tang Chuan, who had just quietly crossed the blurred border between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Empire and entered the territory of the Spirit Empire by special means, also suddenly stopped hundreds of miles away from this primeval forest.

He suddenly looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and then abruptly turned to the northwest!

Just a moment ago, he clearly sensed a terrifying killing intent that, though extremely chaotic, still resonated subtly deep within his soul, like a blood-red beacon that suddenly blazed and then quickly dimmed in the darkness, flashing and disappearing in that direction!

This aura shared the same origin as the overwhelming killing intent he had sensed from the King of Slaughter, but it seemed to lack that pure evil and chaos.

It has an added touch of antiquity, heaviness, and... a certain indescribable sense of familiarity?

More importantly, this aura was extremely weak at the moment.

"Northwest direction... critically injured and dying?"

A blue light flashed in Tang Chuan's eyes, and he muttered to himself, "Could it be... a result of mutual destruction? The King of Slaughter was severely injured by Qian Daoliu and fled, and happened to land nearby?"

Once the thought arose, Tang Chuan did not hesitate at all. His figure transformed into a pale blue phantom that almost blended into the environment, and he shot off toward the vast forest in the northwest.

He moved with incredible speed, like a gentle breeze brushing past the treetops. In a short while, he had already penetrated deep into the heart of the forest, and then followed the increasingly clear killing intent.

When Tang Chuan pushed aside the last huge leaf blocking his way and saw the burly figure in the center of the shallow pit, and the dark giant hammer stuck in the ground, he was stunned.

Even with his composure, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

However, at that moment, Tang Chen's tightly closed eyelids trembled suddenly. The blood-red eyes that originally belonged to the King of Slaughter did not appear. Instead, a pair of black eyes appeared!

"Who?!"

A short, hoarse shout escaped Tang Chen's throat, carrying the pain of his severe injuries, but also an inviolable authority and killing intent!

He didn't even get a full look at the newcomer. The extreme insecurity brought on by his serious injuries and the fighting instincts honed by countless years of life-and-death battles had already driven him to react!

"Buzz—!"

A jet-black light burst forth from Tang Chen's palm!

The Clear Sky Hammer, which was stuck diagonally in the ground, seemed to be summoned by its master. With a whoosh, it flew into Tang Chen's hand. Although he could not even stand up at the moment and was kneeling on the ground, the moment he grasped the Clear Sky Hammer, the domineering aura of the number one weapon spirit in the world still burst out instantly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Chen used all the soul power he could muster at that moment, gripped the hammer handle with both hands, and swung it fiercely at the blurry blue figure at the edge of the pit!

This hammer blow was less than one percent, or even one-thousandth, of his power at his peak.

There was no overwhelming radiance of soul power, no power to command the heavens and earth, only pure power.

Faced with this sudden, hostile yet weak attack, Tang Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly. He did not choose to take it head-on, nor did he immediately dodge or explain anything.

In a flash, a thought that could deceive Tang Chen into trusting him flashed through his mind.

He didn't use the Golden Dragon Spear or the Vast Ocean Universe Cover, but instead unleashed the Blue Silver Emperor's first soul skill, Simulation!

A strange blue-gold light flashed in Tang Chuan's eyes, and the fluctuations of his soul power changed instantly in an extremely subtle way!

The next moment, under Tang Chen's astonished gaze, blue-gold light rapidly condensed, deformed, and then slowly solidified at the point where Tang Chuan's right hand was clenched!

In the blink of an eye, a giant hammer, deep blue in color yet with an ancient and heavy design, exuding a powerful aura, appeared in Tang Chuan's hand!

The outline of the hammerhead, the patterns on the handle, and even the domineering aura of force that could break through all laws, were eight or nine parts similar to the Haotian Hammer in Tang Chen's hand!

Although the colors are very different, the imitation of form and meaning is so realistic that it can be mistaken for the real thing!

Immediately afterwards, Tang Chuan also made a two-handed hammer-swinging motion, slamming the blue Haotian Hammer in his hand head-on into the black hammer shadow that Tang Chen was smashing down!

"clang--!!!!!"

With a deafening roar, a visible ring of air exploded outwards from the point of impact!

"Snap! Snap! Rumble—!"

Wherever the shockwave passed, within a radius of tens of meters, whether it was a towering ancient tree that required several people to encircle or a tough shrub or thorn, everything was as if it had been cut in half by an invisible giant blade!

Broken logs flew everywhere, branches and leaves danced wildly, and dust billowed up once more.

Tang Chuan swayed slightly, took half a step back, and then stood firmly.

Tang Chen, at the bottom of the pit, let out a muffled groan.

His already severely injured body was struck again, causing him to stagger backward. He barely managed to stay upright by using the hammer to support himself on the ground. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth again, and his face became even more ashen.

But the sharpness and vigilance in his eyes were replaced by an even stronger emotion after the brief exchange, revealing an incredulous look on his face!

"Haotian...Haotian Hammer?!"

"You...you are...a disciple of the Haotian...Song? Whose child are you?"

Tang Chen's voice trembled, and tears of blood kept spilling from his dark eyes.

"My father is Tang Hao." Tang Chuan bowed slightly, his posture respectful yet distant.

"So you're Hao'er's son. It's been so many years, even Hao'er's son has grown up so much. Good, you're very good... Child, my name is Tang Chen."

A sudden glint of light flashed in Tang Chen's cloudy eyes, a light that was a mixture of unbelievable ecstasy, a sense of vicissitude as if from another world, and a trace of deep-seated guilt.

Tang Chuan reacted promptly, his body jolting as if he had heard some earth-shattering name. He quickly raised his head and said:

"You...you are...my great-grandfather?!"

His voice carried just the right amount of trembling and surprise.

Without hesitation, he bowed deeply to Tang Chen at the bottom of the pit, his posture extremely respectful, his voice tinged with sobs and grief.

"Great-grandfather! It really is you! You...you must do justice for the Haotian Sect and for my father!"

That address of "great-grandfather," that bow, that declaration of authority—it was like a heavy hammer, striking Tang Chen's already chaotic and fragile mind.

"Get up! Get up now!"

Tang Chen hurriedly went to help Tang Chuan. At this moment, he was in a state of excitement, feeling both gratified to see his great-grandson and deeply uneasy about the words "take charge".

"Your father? What happened to Hao'er? He was the most promising successor to my mantle! Could it be... could it be that he's no longer the sect leader of the Haotian Sect?"

"I...I've been trapped in that hellish place for decades, living in a daze, completely unaware of what's happening outside! But...I vaguely sensed your father's presence beside me, very faint, very painful...What exactly happened?! Tell me in detail!"

He looked at Tang Chuan anxiously, his cloudy eyes filled with a thirst for the truth.

Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan slowly straightened up, but did not immediately approach, maintaining a distance as if immersed in immense grief and resentment. Then, he took a deep breath, his voice becoming low and clear, and began to recount the history that he had carefully "processed."

"Great-grandfather, ever since you disappeared... the Haotian Sect has suffered a great calamity."

He spoke slowly, but each word carried weight. He began by describing the love story between Tang Hao and A Yin, a relationship that was not accepted by the world.

The text emphasizes how the Spirit Hall, especially the former Pope Qian Xunji, used this as a pretext to launch a brutal crackdown on the Clear Sky Sect and to hunt down Tang Hao and his wife.

"To save her father, the mother was forced to sacrifice herself... Although the father obtained a soul ring and soul bone, he lost his beloved and became disheartened, and was constantly pressured by the Spirit Hall..."

"The sect... Under pressure from the Spirit Hall, the sect not only failed to protect my father, but instead... instead expelled him from the sect and severed ties!"

"What?! You bastard!!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Chen's hair and beard bristled, and he roared, aggravating his injuries. Another mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, but he forcibly suppressed it, his eyes filled with rage and heartache. He couldn't believe that the Haotian Sect he had left behind would treat his most talented grandson in such a way!

Tang Chuan continued his narration, describing how the Clear Sky Sect, under the continuous pressure from the Spirit Hall, ultimately chose to close its gates and live in seclusion in order to protect itself, thus declining from then on.

"My father took my younger brother Tang San and me and we wandered around, hiding our identities and suffering all kinds of hardships."

"Younger brother? Tang San?" Tang Chen caught this information and frowned slightly.

"Yes, great-grandfather. My younger brother, Tang San, is my younger brother, born to my father and mother."

Tang Chuan nodded, but his tone subtly changed, carrying a hint of sorrow and resentment.

"However...however, my younger brother has always been a little...different in his thinking."

"Perhaps because my mother died early and my father was depressed for many years and neglected to discipline us, he actually... he actually harbored resentment towards the sect and felt that the sect owed our family something."

Then, Tang Chuan's narration begins to move towards the most crucial and also the most sinister fictional part.

"Not long ago, the situation on the mainland was turbulent, and the Spirit Hall's power expanded. Although the Clear Sky Sect was closed off, it was still a tempting target. My younger brother... he somehow secretly colluded with the Spirit Hall!"

"He exploited his father's trust and his familiarity with the sect's terrain, working from within and without to lure in powerful figures from the Spirit Hall. The Clear Sky Sect was caught completely off guard. The uncles and elders who remained fought valiantly, but... they were outnumbered and suffered heavy casualties! The sect's foundation was destroyed in an instant!"

"My uncle, Tang Xiao... risked his life to cover my retreat and some of the younger members of our clan, and... he was also seriously injured. His whereabouts are now unknown, and his fate is uncertain!"

At this point, Tang Chuan's voice even became choked with sobs and filled with gritted teeth.

"Now, the once mighty Haotian Sect... the number one sect in the world with a history of ten thousand years... is left with only me, my rebellious younger brother Tang San who colluded with foreign enemies and murdered his own family and sect, and my father whose fate is unknown..."

"boom--!"

These words struck Tang Chen's soul like countless thunderbolts!

Tang Hao was expelled, and his sect closed itself off from the world? These things had already enraged him beyond measure.

And now... the Clear Sky Sect... has also been destroyed?! Only this great-grandson remains, along with the rebellious and patricidal Tang San, and his grandson Tang Hao, whose fate is unknown?!

"puff--!!!"

Tang Chen could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of scalding blood!

The blood wasn't dark red; instead, it carried golden soul power and lingering Asura killing intent, a truly shocking sight! His burly body swayed violently, his vision blurred, and he almost fainted on the spot. The Haotian Hammer in his hand also slipped from his grasp and crashed to the ground with a clang.

"You beast...you beast!!!"

"Tang San... that little beast! How dare he... how dare he collude with foreign enemies to destroy his own sect?! Murdering one's own family and ancestors, this is intolerable! Unforgivable!!!"

Immediately afterward, he looked up abruptly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Tang Chuan, as if grasping at the last straw, or as if trying to confirm his last hope.

"Child...what you said...is all true?!"

"Hao'er really... the Haotian Sect really...?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Chuan's eyes remained calm and he nodded slightly, but his voice was filled with sorrow and determination. He then bowed deeply to Tang Chen once again.

"Great-grandfather, how dare I deceive you on such a momentous matter? Every word I utter is uttered with blood and tears! I, a disciple of Haotian, stand tall and upright, and would never speak falsely!"

"That Tang San... he no longer deserves the surname Tang! He is a sinner of the Clear Sky Sect! I beg my great-grandfather... to restore the Clear Sky Sect, cleanse the sect, and avenge our deceased uncles and elders, and our father!" (End of Chapter)