Douluo Zhibo Madara

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Even when Madara Uchiha came to the world again in the form of reincarnation in the dirt, the news that he was surrounded and killed by Wuhun Palace began to spread on the mainland, causing an uproar immediately.

All of a sudden, the low-level soul masters on the streets were talking about this matter, and it was making a fuss.

"Hey! Did you hear that? That Uchiha Madara, who could rival Titled Douluo, was killed by the people from Wuhun Palace!" Several soul masters who were hunting souls together whispered as they walked.

"Really? That's the most wanted criminal in Wuhun Palace! How could he be eliminated so easily?" Some people were so brave that they couldn't believe it and couldn't help but question.

"How can it be false? The notice posted by Wuhun Palace has already said so! I heard from the gossip that there are still titled Douluo who died in his hands!" Another soul master continued to talk without any trace. He didn't notice a figure wearing a tattered cloak that passed him by.

"Xiao Ban, were you killed by people from Wuhun Hall?" Tang Hao stopped as if struck by lightning, and was stunned on the spot, with the words of the man just now still echoing in his ears.

No matter how unruly Madara is?She still tried every means to make him angry back then. Even if she was not related by blood, this could not change the fact that Ban was raised by Tang Hao.

Madara's voice and smile reappeared in Tang Hao's mind. This time, he didn't find it so annoying because his life had already been fixed in Tang Hao's memory.

"Old man! Drink less wine, it's not good for your health!"

"I will come back to see you again when the time comes, father!"

Madara's unruly cheek seemed to appear in front of Tang Hao again, and the warm scenes of the family getting along in the past were still vivid in his mind.

It’s the Wuhun Palace again!I must make you pay the price with blood!

Tang Hao's chest heaved violently, a pair of tiger eyes that were faintly glistening with tears were filled with bloodshot eyes, and an incomparable sadness and indignation rippled from his heart.

Tang Hao staggered away from this small town that made him feel so sad, as if he was running for his life, and he couldn't wait to fly into the sky in the wild.

"Huh!" Tang San was still unconsciously practicing the cloak hammering technique while receiving the wash under the waterfall.

After nearly three years of hard work, Tang San is now like a piece of precious iron that has been completely forged by Tang Hao into a magical weapon. The random cloak hammering technique has become even more proficient, and his strength has risen sharply compared to three years ago.

Tang Hao silently came to the waterfall and looked at his only remaining son with complicated eyes. His heart was filled with sadness and mixed emotions, and he didn't know how to tell him such news.

"Father, you're back!" Tang San finally stayed in the waterfall for three days and three nights. Finally, he calmed down his mind, gathered all his strength on the head of his hammer, and fiercely moved towards it. The waterfall below roared and struck hard.

Under Tang San's huge power, the entire waterfall was actually cut in half, pouring towards the sky as if it had escaped gravity.

Tang San's figure turned into a swimming dragon and jumped out from it. After squatting down to the ground to relieve his strength, he slowly stood up and looked at Tang Hao with eyes full of exhaustion but still keeping his spirits up.

"You have been trained very well!" Tang Hao opened his mouth and hesitated for a while, but the words that came to his mouth could not come out, so he just suppressed these words.

In the past three years, Tang San and Tang Hao had known each other very well, and it was easy to tell that his father seemed to be hiding something from him.

"Father, are you hiding something from me?" The attentive Tang San easily caught the tears in the corners of his father's eyes, and with a slight foreboding in his heart, he still asked relentlessly to get to the bottom of things. road.

Tang Hao took a deep look at his only remaining son, knowing that this was something he would have to face sooner or later, so he sighed and tried his best to hide his grief and said: "Your brother, Madara is dead!"

"What!!!" Tang Hao's words were like a bolt from the blue to Tang San, making it difficult for him to recover for a long time.

"The people from Wuhun Palace set up an ambush on his way in advance. I have learned through some channels that he killed two people under the siege of eight titled Douluo!" Tang Hao suppressed the grief in his heart, even if it was The iron-clad man's body was trembling slightly at this time.

"Brother, can you stay a little longer?"

"Xiaosan, we will definitely meet again in the future!"

"Brother, welcome home!"

In Tang San's mind, Madara's rare gentle face was still smiling at Tang San, as if it had never changed.

Every time he encountered danger, Madara stood in front of Tang San like an indestructible mountain, shielding him from countless wind and rain.

Whether it was the attack from a spirit beast he encountered when he was a child, or the siege from a titled Douluo when he participated in the Spirit Hall Elite Tournament, Madara seemed to be undefeated until he was defeated.

"No! No! My brother will never be defeated, so what about Titled Douluo? It's not like he hasn't been defeated before." Tang San said in an extremely low and hoarse voice, even slightly trembling.

Tang San lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly under the cover of his sea-blue hair. All he could see was tears sliding down his cheeks to his chin and then slowly lowering his head.

That invincible figure actually fell down, how could it be possible?Didn’t you say that they are all rustics?Didn't you say we would meet again?

"Sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to break the appointment!" Tang San's ears seemed to hear Madara's apologetic voice again, and then slowly dissipated.

"Father, how can I become stronger?" Tang San's eyes were red, and his fists were clenched tightly with nails already embedded deeply into his flesh. But this pain was just a drop in the bucket compared to the pain in his heart at this moment. He had to cheer up and become stronger. Force those people from the Wuhun Palace to pay with their blood.

"I will do it even if you don't tell me, go to the Killing City!" Tang Hao looked at Tang San, who was burning with revenge and anger, and said truthfully without trying to dissuade him.

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Heaven Dou Empire, Prince's Mansion

Xue Qinghe was still checking the reports from all sides as usual. When she opened a certain copy, she couldn't help but pause slightly when she saw the content inside and the pictures and texts of the familiar figure.

"You still haven't escaped after all? But for killing two Title Douluo in a row under the siege of eight Title Douluo, shouldn't I say it's you?" Xue Qinghe looked at the man who could still see his demeanor even though he was dead. The soul master's specially made photo clearly knew that this would happen, but he still felt lonely.

It's clear that our Wuhun Palace's victory has eliminated a major obstacle in the future, but why can't I always be happy in my heart?

Qian Renxue held her chin, looking at the vivid image of Madara with a slightly absentminded look, a pair of catkins gently brushing against it.

An imperceptible sigh sounded in His Highness the First Prince's study, and then fell into silence again.