Name: Fang Chang
Race: Bloodwing Demon Spider
Soul Power: 620,000 years
Evolution Points: 1.38 million+
HP: 483,700/483,700
Strength: 99,997
Attack: 110,132
Defense: 167,651
Speed: 134,323
(Boosted by the "Domination" skill)
After devouring the martial souls of two Titled Douluo, Fang Chang quickly underwent his sixth heavenly tribulation, increasing his soul power to over 620,000 years.
As for evolution points, he kept only the million needed for his next evolution into the Undying Evil Spider Emperor. The remaining points were used to reward and evolve some of his loyal spider offspring, further strengthening the spider race as a whole.
At this point, Fang Chang's attributes had already surpassed those of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King from back then. After multiple evolutions, his bloodline power had reached unprecedented heights, and his soul power exceeded 600,000 years.
If he utilized "Fusion" and other abilities, his combat strength could rise even further—enough to challenge the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
Meanwhile, the continent had entered a dark period following the war between the two empires and Spirit Hall. Spirit Hall, once a dominant force, had suffered heavy losses and now holed up in Spirit City. The two empires and major sects were also severely weakened, their influence greatly diminished.
In this chaotic environment, evil soul masters resurfaced, while Spirit Hall secretly targeted their wartime enemies, shifting the battlefield from open warfare to covert assassinations.
Among them, the Clear Sky Sect suffered the worst. Though they had participated in the war for the shortest time, their losses were devastating. Four Titled Douluo, including Tang Xiao, had fallen, and only thirty-odd disciples returned alive.
Even worse, these survivors had no idea their sect had already been annihilated by Fang Chang.
Just as they left the battlefield and approached the sect's new location, they were ambushed by the spider swarm. All thirty perished, marking the complete destruction of the once-mighty "Number One Sect Under Heaven." The Clear Sky Hammer lineage now consisted only of Tang Hao and his son, Tang San, who had long since left the sect.
News of the sect's fall spread quickly, leaving many in shock. The two empires posthumously honored the deceased with commemorative titles.
When Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo who had been hiding for years, learned of this, he vomited blood in fury. His old injuries, already critical, flared up uncontrollably under the emotional strain.
After some deliberation, Tang Hao entrusted Ah Yin's seed and a letter for Tang San to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School—given their friendly ties with his son—before heading straight for the Clear Sky Sect's new location.
He intended to spend his remaining life uncovering the truth behind his sect's destruction and making the perpetrator pay.
By now, the Clear Sky Sect had become a haven for soul beasts. While the village below remained intact, the sect's mountaintop stronghold teemed with creatures.
To avoid suspicion, Fang Chang hadn't stationed his spider offspring there. Instead, he had secretly released captured thousand-year and hundred-year soul beasts. Scavenger flying beasts from the nearby forest had also flocked to the area, drawn by the scent of decay.
Given the sect's proximity to the Star Dou Forest, occasional visitors noticed nothing amiss.
Climbing the cliff to the sect grounds, Tang Hao found his clansmen's remains picked clean by the beasts. Though signs of battle lingered on the buildings, they offered no clues about the attackers.
Enraged, Tang Hao summoned his Clear Sky Hammer and began slaughtering the intruding soul beasts.
The commotion alerted Fang Chang, who had been monitoring the area. Emerging from a small nest less than ten miles away, Fang Chang extended his spiritual sense and nearly laughed in triumph.
After his rampage, Tang Hao coughed up more blood—his reckless use of soul power worsening his injuries.
Suddenly, his gaze snapped toward the western forest. A massive black tiger with dark wings burst through the trees, charging straight at him.
This was the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, capable of withstanding a joint attack from the Titan Giant Ape and Sky Azure Bull Python even at 60,000 years old. Now, with 80,000+ years of cultivation, its power was on par with a rank-97 Titled Douluo.
Facing such a monster, Tang Hao dared not hold back. Raising his hammer, he channeled his soul power and met the tiger head-on.
The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger barely managed to block with its paw but was still sent flying over ten meters, its limb hanging uselessly—bones shattered.
Shaking its numb paw, the tiger's eyes gleamed with fury. Never before had it suffered such a loss in a clash with a human.
With a powerful flap of its wings, the tiger lunged again—this time activating its signature skill: Life and Death Arena.
Under its effect, Tang Hao's body shrank drastically, reverting to a six- or seven-year-old child. The surroundings morphed into a vast, circular coliseum, where his opponent was now a 1.5-meter-long black tiger.
This skill was precisely why Fang Chang had insisted on recruiting the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. Forcing opponents to revert to childhood made it the perfect weapon against human soul masters.
During their battle, the tiger hadn't used this move earlier because Fang Chang had surrounded it with offspring—each a formidable soul beast in its own right.
But now, the situation was different. Tang Hao, reduced to a child, possessed only level 10 soul power, no soul rings, and a newly awakened miniature Clear Sky Hammer.
As the tiger pounced, the bewildered young Tang Hao rolled aside, barely dodging. Though weakened, his combat instincts remained sharp.
Yet as he moved, he bumped into something. Looking up, he met the eight glowing eyes of a 1.5-meter-long human-faced demon spider.
This was Fang Chang, who had stealthily positioned himself within the arena's range—also regressing to a juvenile state.
Unlike Tang Hao, however, Fang Chang's skills came from his system and remained unaffected. Raising a leg, he conjured an icy spear wreathed in flames—"Icefire Demon Spear"—and hurled it at the child.
Tang Hao's hands turned clammy. In his prime, he could've blocked this strike with at least 50% certainty.
Now?
With a resigned sigh, he mustered every ounce of soul power into his tiny hammer and swung.
Thud!
The hammer shattered into pieces. The spear pierced his chest without slowing.
As the Life and Death Arena faded, Tang Hao clutched his wound, swayed, and collapsed to his knees.
With his last strength, he lifted his head, glaring at the ten-meter-long dark golden spider in the distance. A gut feeling told him this creature was behind the Clear Sky Sect's fall—perhaps even more schemes.
But revenge was beyond him now.
His thoughts drifted to Ah Yin… to Tang San…
"Xiao San… take care of your mother…"
His arms gave out. His body hit the ground. His pupils dilated.
"Go ahead, little tiger. I know you've been craving this."
Fang Chang's voice echoed in the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger's mind as it approached the corpse.