Douluo's self has a soul beast clone

His foster father's humiliation was something the filial Tang San could not tolerate!

A ferocious look appeared on Tang San's face, the murderous intent he had been suppressing within erupted at this moment!

"Get out of the way!"

The murderous aura accumulated over years in that hellhole, the City of Slaughter, was not something these two ordinary youths could withstand. They were immediately frightened and collapsed to the ground, their limbs limp and unable to stop him.

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San, who couldn't control his murderous aura, but said nothing, striding inside. Tang San followed behind his father, entering the Moon Pavilion together.

The two youths who had collapsed on the ground no longer had the courage to step forward, because they knew that these two were definitely Soul Masters, and they couldn't stop them. They had to notify the higher-ups, so one of them stayed behind, and the other ran towards the back of the Moon Pavilion to call for reinforcements.

Stepping into the first floor of the Moon Pavilion, a faint fragrance wafted over.

The screen wall was carved from high-quality boxwood, emitting a faint woody fragrance. In front of the screen wall, two exotic orchids, three meters tall, exuded a delicate fragrance. Even just stepping into the Moon Pavilion seemed to isolate one from the disturbances of the outside world.

Bypassing the screen wall, was a wide hall. The floor was paved with gray square bricks, one meter on each side, and the surroundings were filled with decorations made of various expensive woods. At the front, behind a wide desk, stood several plain-clothed but rather delicate young women. On either side of the desk were elaborate wooden staircases.

Seeing the slovenly Tang Hao and his son swaggering in, the young women were clearly surprised, obviously wondering why these two were allowed in. What were the doormen doing? Why did they let these two in?

Tang Hao slowly stepped forward and said to the leading tall young woman, "Tell Yuehua that an old friend has come to visit."

The young woman was stunned for a moment, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, "You are…"

Tang Hao put his hands behind his back, "Just tell Yuehua, 'When the full moon is incomplete, a familiar face vaguely appears,' she will know who I am."

Looking at Tang Hao, and then at Tang San beside Tang Hao, the young woman, realizing that these two were not to be trifled with, did not immediately turn hostile, but nodded and said, "Please wait a moment." After speaking, she quickly went upstairs along the nearby staircase.

Not long after, slightly noisy footsteps came from upstairs.

Hearing this sound, Tang Hao couldn't help but frown, because he already understood that the young woman had not followed his instructions to call the Pavilion Master over.

But he didn't think about it, with their beggar-like attire and the act of barging in, demanding to see the owner of the place by name, which normal person would do that?

The first reaction would definitely be to think that these people were here to cause trouble, and to call people to drive them away would be the normal reaction.

If these two father and son were neatly dressed, even if they didn't need to be too luxurious, at least not so sloppy, they would not have been stopped at the door at all, and the young woman would have truthfully conveyed his request instead of calling people to drive them away.

It can only be said that just looking at their behavior, these two father and son were here to make trouble, not to visit relatives.

Soon, a group of four people came down from upstairs.

One of them was one of the two youths at the door earlier, and among the other three, one was a middle-aged man in a purple robe, and the other two were slender, wearing blue clothes, looking about the same age as the purple-robed man.

The purple-robed middle-aged man's gaze fell on Tang Hao, who looked like a beggar, and naturally revealed a hint of disgust, then looked at Tang San beside Tang Hao, and walked down the stairs.

The tall young woman who was previously there also followed after the four came downstairs, pointed at Tang Hao, and whispered to the purple-robed man, "Sir, he is the one who wants to see the Madam."

The purple-robed man nodded, with a hint of arrogance unconsciously revealed on his face, did not completely come downstairs, but stood on the stairs and said to the two blue-clothed men behind him, "Moon Pavilion only receives elegant guests, please ask them to leave."

The two blue-clothed middle-aged men nodded, and quickly went downstairs. Their speed of going downstairs was very fast, but it did not give people a feeling of haste, but rather like it was very rhythmic. With each step they took, the soul power radiating from their bodies would increase by a few points, and an invisible pressure came over them.

Tang San stepped forward, looking at the purple-robed man above who did not even bother to look at his father and son, the only description he could think of was 'dog eyes looking down on people'.

The two blue-clothed men quickly came in front of Tang Hao and his son, and the one on the left said, "Please leave here."

Tang Hao pretended to be profound and said faintly, "What if I don't leave?"

The blue-clothed man turned his gaze to the purple-robed man above who was called the Chief Steward. The purple-robed man waved his hand, "Do I still need to teach you? Please ask them to leave."

The two blue-clothed men immediately moved, raising their hands to grab Tang Hao and his son.

Tang Hao looked at his son, and said, "Don't kill anyone, don't damage this place." He said this not because he was kind, but because the Moon Pavilion could be regarded as an industry jointly run by the Clear Sky School and other forces, and the Clear Sky School had a share in it, receiving a certain amount of dividends every year.

When the Clear Sky School was hidden from the world, the entire school's clothing and expenses relied on the dividend income of this Moon Pavilion. If people were killed or things were damaged here, the losses would be calculated on the Clear Sky School. Therefore, naturally, Tang San could not be allowed to make a scene.

"Okay."

Tang San naturally understood this principle, so he decided that it would be enough to give them a lesson. There was no need to kill people.

He took a step forward and used the Tang Sect's unique skill, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, preparing to cripple one of these two's hands first!

However, the confident Tang San did not know that things were different now.

The current Moon Pavilion was not the same as before, it had been incorporated into the Douluo Empire and transformed into a place dedicated to cultivating etiquette for royal family members, nobles, and some talents, and it was considered an official school.

As an official school, the official naturally had to ensure that no one could cause trouble here and ensure the safety of the students. Therefore, the current Moon Pavilion could be said to be full of experts, even these two unremarkable blue-clothed men had the strength of Soul Emperors!

With Tang San's current strength, wanting to cripple these two's hands... it can only be said that the idea was good, but reality was destined to give him a slap in the face.

"Huh?!"

As expected, the moment Tang San's hand touched the hands of the two blue-clothed men, he immediately felt two powerful forces attacking, and he suddenly realized that these two were actually Soul Emperors!

'Not good!'

Realizing that with these two's strength far surpassing his own, it was impossible for them to be pulled over by his Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, Tang San immediately realized that something was wrong. But it was too late!

The two blue-clothed men exerted force on their arms at the same time, instantly breaking free from the pull of Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon. At this time, their arms had already reached the front of Tang San's chest, and they punched him!

"Bang!"

One punch each, hitting Tang San on one side of his chest, directly causing his face to turn red, and a mouthful of blood surged from his abdomen, overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

The remaining force directly sent him flying, leaving the ground and flying backwards, dragging a long trail on the ground.