Tang Yu was dead, along with three other Clear Sky Clan disciples—all killed by Tang San.
The news spread like wildfire, catching the Clear Sky Clan completely off guard. The clan was thrown into chaos. As word spread, the disciples grew furious. Soon, the entire clan was in an uproar. A large group of enraged Clear Sky Clan disciples stormed into the assembly hall, their eyes red with anger, shouting that Tang San must pay with his life for killing Tang Yu.
"That bastard!" The Seventh Elder trembled with rage, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His killing intent was palpable.
"Clan Master, this is all your fault!" the Seventh Elder roared, glaring at Tang Xiao. "I told you to kick that wretch out of the clan long ago, but you insisted on letting him stay to recover from his injuries! And now? Tang San has killed Tang Yu and three of our disciples! Tell me, Clan Master—how do you plan to handle this?!"
The losses were devastating. Four Clear Sky Clan disciples dead—if this news spread, the entire continent would laugh at their humiliation.
Tang Xiao's face darkened. He sat in silence, his mind a storm of fury. He was like a dormant beast, and now, the beast was ready to strike.
Slowly, Tang Xiao rose to his feet, his expression grave.
"I was blind. I failed to see the true nature of that monster. His stubbornness, his cruelty—this is all my fault." He took a deep breath.
"As the Clear Sky Clan Master, I hereby order our disciples to split into three groups and descend the mountain. Spare no effort in capturing Tang San alive. I will personally interrogate that wretch."
"No need for such trouble," the Second Elder interrupted, standing up. He glanced at the Seventh Elder and commanded, "Fourth, Fifth, and Seventh Brothers—each of you will lead a group of disciples down the mountain. Hunt Tang San. I don't want him alive. Kill him on sight. Tang Hao should be ashamed to have fathered such a disgrace. Everyone has seen it now—this is the abomination born from a soul beast. He never should have existed."
"What a pity… Tang Yu was a good child…" The Second Elder sighed heavily, his voice filled with sorrow.
Under the Second Elder's orders, the Clear Sky Clan dispatched three Title Douluo—the Fourth Elder, Fifth Elder, and Seventh Elder—each leading twenty disciples. They split into three groups, pursuing the path Tang San had fled.
This was the first time the Clear Sky Clan had mobilized in such force—all for the sake of capturing a single Tang San. It was clear they were truly enraged.
The commotion within the clan was immense. More and more Clear Sky Clan disciples gathered on the iron chain bridge outside the clan gates.
Meanwhile, at the base of the mountain, a group of disciples arrived at the scene of the incident, searching for Tang Yu's remains.
After a thorough search, they finally found the bodies.
But what they saw shocked them to the core.
The remains were incomplete—three of the Clear Sky Clan disciples had been reduced to skeletons. Torn, bloodstained clothing littered the ground.
"What the hell happened here?" one disciple muttered, his body trembling.
"Snow wolves," another disciple deduced, crouching to examine the bite marks. "Tang Yu and the others must have been attacked by snow wolves after falling."
Snow wolves—a pack-hunting soul beast that roamed the snowy plains. Even soul masters avoided them whenever possible.
The disciples sighed heavily, gathering their fallen comrades' remains. Their hatred for Tang San burned hotter than ever. They wished they could kill him right then and there, avenging their brothers' deaths.
"Wait… Where's Tang Yu's body? He fell with them, so why isn't he here?"
Four people had fallen—Tang Yu and three Clear Sky Clan disciples.
They had found the three disciples' remains, but Tang Yu was missing.
After another exhaustive search, one of them suddenly shouted—
"Found him!"
The others rushed over, only to be met with crushing disappointment.
A bloodied piece of clothing—Tang Yu's—lay on the ground, the blood long frozen by the snow.
"Damn it!" a disciple roared. Tang Yu was dead, and now, not even his body could be recovered intact.
The group fell into a heavy silence.
When had the Clear Sky Clan ever been humiliated like this—played for fools by a single Tang San?
Their fury was immeasurable.
"Let's go."
They trudged away, their steps unsteady, their hearts weighed down with grief.
Now, they could only pin their hopes on the three elders—that they would find Tang San and execute him on the spot, avenging Tang Yu and the others, washing away the Clear Sky Clan's shame.
---
Not long after they left, Ye Hao remained hidden within the Death God's Heart, flanked by Zhuer, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, and Falling Devil Douluo.
"Young Master, the Clear Sky Clan has dispatched three Title Douluo and sixty disciples in three groups to hunt Tang San," Zhuer reported.
Ye Hao nodded. "Good. Everything is going according to plan. Prepare yourselves—we move tonight. Zhuer, lead the team to eliminate the sentries. Leave no survivors."
"Understood."
"Elder Golden Crocodile," Ye Hao turned to the old powerhouse. "You are the strongest among us. Tang Xiao is yours."
Golden Crocodile Douluo smirked. "Rest assured, Young Master. I will personally bring you his head."
"Elder Ghost Leopard, Elder Falling Devil," Ye Hao continued, "the remaining two Clear Sky Clan elders are yours. They're only Rank 92. I trust you can handle them."
"Yes!" the two elders responded in unison.
"As for me…" Ye Hao's lips curled into a cold smile. "I'll be paying a visit to Tang Yuehua. With the Clear Sky Clan's destruction imminent, the Moon Pavilion no longer needs to exist."
"Master," Zhuer asked, "what about the three elders and sixty disciples sent after Tang San?"
"Don't worry," Ye Hao said calmly. "I've already sent people after them. Once we finish here, we'll deal with them."
Tang San's actions had stirred up a storm—forcing the Clear Sky Clan to send three Title Douluo after him.
And that, Ye Hao mused, was the perfect opportunity.
A once-in-a-lifetime chance.
---
As dusk fell, the Clear Sky Clan was shrouded in gloom.
The disciples were tense, their hearts filled with suppressed rage.
The name "Tang San" invoked nothing but hatred.
How many years had it been since the Clear Sky Clan had been humiliated like this?
And now, because of one outsider, they had lost a genius and three elite disciples.
It was an unbearable disgrace.
"Don't worry!" one disciple shouted. "Tang San is as good as dead! The three elders will bring back his head!"
---
Late at night, darkness swallowed the land.
In Tang Yuehua's private quarters, she sat alone on her bed, her face pale.
"No… No… There's no way Xiao San would do something like this…"
She repeated the words like a mantra, refusing to believe Tang San could be so vile.
"Tang Yu… Auntie failed you…"
Tears streamed down her face as she bowed her head in shame.
She blamed herself—for failing to discipline Tang San properly, for not being there to stop him.
If only she had gone herself…
Perhaps none of this would have happened.
"Hello, Auntie."
A voice, cold and mocking, cut through the silence.
Tang Yuehua's body stiffened.
Slowly, she lifted her head—
And saw him.
A young man with a chilling smile, standing before her as if he had materialized from the shadows.
"My name is Ye Hao."
His grin widened.
"Surprise."
---
The three elders had already descended the mountain. Tang Yuehua understood that Tang San was undoubtedly doomed this time.
Even her eldest brother, Tang Xiao, had personally issued the order, which clearly demonstrated the depth of his fury.
Since receiving this news, Tang Yuehua had locked herself in her room, skipping dinner altogether. Her mood had plummeted, sinking into deep self-doubt.
Knock, knock, knock...
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"I already said, don't bring me dinner tonight," Tang Yuehua snapped impatiently. Her mood was foul.
But something eerie happened.
The tightly shut door began to open inexplicably on its own. At the same time, a familiar figure slowly stepped inside.
"Tang Yu?" Tang Yuehua rubbed her eyes, wiping away the remnants of tears, her voice trembling with disbelief.
"You... Tang Yu, you're alive?" She stepped forward, scrutinizing him.
At this moment, Ye Hao had disguised himself as Tang Yu once more. Using the Death God's Heart to conceal his aura, he had infiltrated the Clear Sky Clan and entered Tang Yuehua's room unnoticed.
The moment he stepped inside, the Death God's Heart enveloped the entire space, sealing it off completely. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
Ye Hao smiled faintly. "Auntie, it's me. I'm alive."
Overwhelmed with joy, Tang Yuehua threw caution and propriety to the wind, rushing forward to embrace him.
"This is wonderful! Truly wonderful! This morning, the disciples went to search the base of the cliff for your body. They only found the remains of the three other disciples, not yours—just a bloodstained scrap of your clothing. I knew something was off. With your strength, those snow wolves couldn't have possibly killed you. I'm so relieved you're alive!"
Ye Hao was momentarily taken aback by Tang Yuehua's intense reaction. It was clearly genuine, an affection that couldn't be faked.
Instinctively, his hand slipped around Tang Yuehua's slender, delicate waist. The small gesture sent a jolt through her, and she quickly pulled away, her cheeks briefly flushing before she regained her composure.
"Tang Yu, I'm so glad you're safe," Tang Yuehua said, relieved. Then, she took his hand and began leading him toward the door.
"Come, let's go see your uncle. He'll be overjoyed to know you're alive."
But before she could step out, an invisible barrier blocked her path. Tang Yuehua collided with it and stumbled backward.
Ye Hao reacted swiftly, catching her and pulling her into his arms.
"That's strange... Did I just hit something?" Tang Yuehua rubbed her forehead, bewildered.
"Auntie, I heard on my way back that three elders have been dispatched with Clear Sky Clan disciples to hunt down Tang San. Is that true?" Ye Hao asked.
At this, Tang Yuehua sighed deeply. "Yes. After news of your death spread, the five elders were furious—even your uncle was. The Fourth, Fifth, and Seventh Elders have already left. Tang Yu, tell me—what exactly happened back then?"
Ye Hao didn't hold back, recounting everything in detail.
"That's how it was. Tang San ambushed the four of us, ultimately causing us to fall off the cliff." He sighed, feigning anger.
"I... I never imagined Xiao San would do something so heinous," Tang Yuehua murmured, her heart burning with indignation.
"Auntie, with three elders personally pursuing him, Tang San is as good as dead. Why trouble yourself over someone like him?" Ye Hao guided her back to the bed, his voice gentle.
"You don't understand," Tang Yuehua shook her head, her mood somber. "Before his father—my second brother—passed away, he entrusted me with Xiao San's care. And now? Because of his attempt to kill you, the entire Clear Sky Clan is up in arms. This morning, I could see how enraged your uncle was. With three elders personally hunting him down, Xiao San's fate is sealed."
Though Tang Yuehua held a high position in the clan, in this matter, she was powerless to intervene.
Suddenly, Ye Hao seized her wrist. The abrupt movement startled Tang Yuehua, her face paling.
"Tang Yu! You—!" she stammered, her breath quickening.
Slowly, "Tang Yu" leaned in, his weight pressing her down onto the bed, rendering her immobile. She could only watch helplessly as he drew closer.
Meanwhile, outside the Clear Sky Clan, the night had turned into a bloodbath. Screams and clashes echoed as the world beyond descended into chaos.
"Tang Yu! How dare you! I'm your aunt! How could you commit such an atrocity?" Tang Yuehua cried out in panic.
Ye Hao chuckled darkly. "Don't bother screaming. Your room is completely isolated. No matter how loud you are, no one outside will hear you. You could shatter your throat, and no one would come to your aid."
The words struck Tang Yuehua like a bolt of lightning. She didn't understand Tang Yu's intentions, but an overwhelming sense of dread settled in her chest. Her instincts, rarely wrong, screamed that something terrible was about to happen.
"You... Tang Yu, you beast! How could you do something so vile to me?" Tang Yuehua struggled, but Ye Hao's grip was unyielding.
Realizing escape was impossible, she finally gave in, silent tears streaming down her face, her delicate fists clenched tightly the entire time.
"Auntie—no, Tang Yuehua," Ye Hao smirked. "I'm genuinely curious. In the three months I've been in the Clear Sky Clan, you never once suspected my true identity."
"You... you..." Tang Yuehua frowned in confusion.
Under her bewildered gaze, Ye Hao's face began to blur. A flash of violet light passed over him.
When the light faded, revealing Ye Hao's true appearance—
Tang Yuehua: *∑(O_O;)*
"Surprise," Ye Hao grinned, his teeth gleaming. "Bet you didn't see that coming."