Chapter 93: Weakness is a Sin
"Yes, I am the adopted son of the Lord Sect Master. If you are really the son of Uncle Tang Hao, then we can be considered brothers."

Hearing this, Tang San's nervous mood immediately relaxed a lot.

The information my father gave me said that my uncle is actually the clan leader. With this kind of relationship, it seems that there shouldn't be any surprises next.

I was just thinking about asking the other party to take me to meet the uncle I had never met before.

The soul seal on the other party's hand lit up.

"What are you doing?"

Tang Long grinned, the Clear Sky Hammer already appeared in his hand. He carried it on his shoulder and said with a smile: "Since we have the Clear Sky Hammer, then as a direct descendant, I believe Uncle Tang Hao should have taught us his signature techniques, right?"

"Try to see if you are real. Don't worry, I won't bully you. I will lower my level to be similar to yours."

In the outside world, only Tang Hao knows the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique. There is no reason why Tang San, who inherited the opponent's Clear Sky Hammer, would not know it.

The powerful spirit power emanating from his body made Tang San's breathing stagnate. Before he could react, he had already jumped up with a sledgehammer raised and smashed directly at him.

He quickly escaped with a strange ghost-like step, and then summoned out his Clear Sky Hammer which had not yet been equipped with a spirit ring.

He swung his hands vigorously and began to perform the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique, and with difficulty he deflected the second hammer that was coming towards him from Tang Long. The remaining force caused his palm to crack, and his martial spirit almost flew out of his hand.

He looked at the still laughing 'brother' in astonishment. Was it necessary to be so serious?

With your cultivation level, even if you suppress your soul power, your strength is far above mine. This is not fair at all!
Before he could ask any questions, the attack came again.

Soul power surged on his back, and the Eight Spider Lance broke out of his body. With this bonus, he felt a little more relaxed.

But facing this absolute suppression of power, he was still powerless.

"Not bad, but it's a pity that you are too weak." While fighting, Tang Long commented with a smile.

"Twin martial souls, external soul bones, your ambition is not small, there is no soul ring attached to the Clear Sky Hammer."

"Do you want to create the strongest Clear Sky Hammer? Such a weak and feeble body is not worthy of the name Clear Sky Hammer!"

The moment Tang Long saw the hammer, he realized that there was no soul ring on it, but the opponent's soul power level was as high as level 34. It was not difficult to guess why.

In a short while, Tang San's seven orifices, already shaken by the hammer technique, began to bleed, and even releasing the Eight Spider Lances was of no avail.

The dangerous battle made the Titan on one side want to stop it.

As soon as the thought came to my mind and I took a step, an inexplicable sense of crisis surged in my heart.

Turning around, I saw a tall old man with short white hair walking out of the door. He had broad shoulders and glanced at me with his hands behind his back, and the cold wind seemed to have become even colder.

He smiled bitterly, bowed and said, "Greetings, Seventh Elder."

This person is none other than the seventh elder of the Haotian Sect, Fiery Sun Douluo Tang Yuran.

“Don’t call me elder, you traitor.” He shouted, and a scorching soul power wave burst out.

As someone with a clear tendency towards fire, he has the most violent personality among all the elders.

The onlookers were all pushed back several steps by the momentum. The weakest one, Yu Xiaogang, couldn't even stand and almost flew out. If it weren't for Flanders' quick action, he would have fallen off the mountain.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Lieyang." Titan lowered his head and dared not say more, and responded in a low voice.

Seeing the other party was so respectful, Tang Yuran was too embarrassed to take action, so he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Tang San who was spitting blood and running around in panic.

He said softly: "Titan, since you have chosen to leave the sect, why did you come back?"

"Send the young master back to his roots!"

"Is he really Tang Hao's son? Are you serious?" Looking at his figure, Tang Yuran couldn't help but frowned.

If Titan had not insisted again and again, and if the martial spirit in the other party's hand was not indeed very similar to Tang Hao's, and the technique he performed was obviously the real chaotic cloak hammer technique, he would have found it hard to believe.

After listening to Tai Tan's explanation of the reason why his face had changed like this, he sneered. "You deserve it. You, this evil creature, killed my son. Shouldn't the retribution be on your son? Why isn't it you who is cursed, Tang Hao!"

His eldest son died in the Spirit Hall's revenge caused by Tang Hao. Now it can be said that the person he hates the most, besides the Spirit Hall, is Tang Hao.

Tai Tan sighed and said, "Your Majesty Lieyang, please be careful with your words. Your Majesty Haotian has already died in the Spirit Hall. There is no need to vent your anger on the next generation."

"What did you say? He's dead?"

Tang Yuran's face changed, and he said angrily: "Damn Wuhun Hall, even if the people of my Haotian Sect are driven out, we can only kill them. Such behavior, where is the face of my Haotian Sect!"

Even though he hated her, he was driven away with the intention of saving his life. After all, what he had done meant that he couldn't stay in one place openly.

After saying that, he turned to look at the two people who looked like children playing and shouted.

"Tang Long, stop playing around, take him back and call a meeting!"

Then he turned around and walked back into the door.

Tang Long responded, stopped what he was doing, and raised his chin towards the gate with a smile, "Did you hear me? Follow me."

Tang San endured the severe pain all over his body. Although he was extremely angry, when he heard Tai Tan address the old man, he felt relieved.

Seventh Elder, those who are ranked so low are all Titled Douluo, there are at least six more ahead of them!
Together with his uncle, the sect leader, there are eight Titled Douluo. If they can help him, revenge is just around the corner.

He hurriedly dragged his heavy body to catch up with the other party. Flanders and others planned to follow him in, but were blocked by the two young men.

Yu Xiaogang said quickly: "I am Xiao San's master, and she is his godmother, please let her go."

Hearing this, Tang San was just about to turn around to invite the elders in when he heard the young man who was blocking the way speak.

"Sect rules, no one other than a member of the Haotian Sect is allowed to enter!"

Tang San, who had received twenty to thirty years of sect education, gritted his teeth and struggled in his heart.

Finally chose to abide by the sect rules.

The most important thing now is to build good relationships with the elders and uncle, and then explain to the teacher after we leave.

Thinking of this, he followed the receding figure without looking back.

The door slowly closed, and Yu Xiaogang was still thinking about knocking on the door to continue the argument.

"Don't waste your energy. I haven't even been in there." Titan shook his head and said unceremoniously.

He had clearly experienced certain aspects of the Haotian Sect. When Tang Hao learned forging, he went to the Lizhi Clan’s territory, not in the Haotian Sect.

The purpose of doing this is actually to prevent people with ulterior motives from suddenly rising up and killing disciples within the sect.

The Haotian Sect is unique in that they are suspicious of outsiders to this extent.

"If we can't even get through the door, then what's the point of coming here? To freeze here early in the morning?" Flanders couldn't help but push up his glasses and complained.

In order to ensure that their whereabouts were not exposed, they even directly passed through the village affiliated with the Haotian Sect outside the mountains, but in the end they did nothing.

Turning his head to look at Yu Xiaogang who was sitting on the steps in front of the door, he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

You were so anxious at the beginning, and you insisted that we come together, saying that the spirit fusion technique could increase Tang San's voice.

It turns out that you don’t even know the rules of the Haotian Sect. Now you can’t even get in. What’s the point of getting in?
Yu Xiaogang once again lowered his head in bewilderment and pretended to be in deep thought.

Ever since he accepted this disciple, whatever decisions and ideas he made along the way seemed to be wrong.

what on earth is it?

Why does it feel like the whole world is against me?

(End of this chapter)