Douluo: Ma Hongjun The Ancestor Phoenix!

"Brother Hongjun, your change this time is incredible."

"If Boss Dai and Oscar found out, they'd be furious. We've been training so hard for so long, but we still can't catch up to you."

Xiao Wu happily hugged Ma Hongjun's arm, completely ignoring the Tai father and son.

Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips and chuckled softly.

She hadn't expected that in just three short days, Brother Hongjun's progress would be this terrifying.

Thinking about it, she felt a little disheartened.

The gap between her and the red-haired boy seemed to be growing wider and wider.

Meanwhile, at the Strength Clan's residence...

Inside the magnificent mansion, everyone was busy with their own tasks.

Tang Hao stood outside, watching the busy Li Clan members and sighing slightly.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't have come.

His son had already left for the Royal Academy, and from the look in his son's eyes, Tang Hao could clearly see the ambition burning within him.

As a father, it was time for him to start planning for his son's future.

With determination flashing in his eyes, Tang Hao walked into the mansion's main hall.

The sheer grandeur of the mansion gave people a sense of awe at first glance.

"Who are you?"

A young man noticed Tang Hao immediately, his expression turning serious as he questioned sternly.

"Tell Tai Tan to come see me."

Tang Hao spoke calmly, his face completely unmoved.

When the young man heard Tai Tan's name, his face softened slightly, though a hint of hesitation still flashed in his eyes.

Sensing Tang Hao's imposing aura, he quickly turned and disappeared into the mansion.

Moments later, the steady sound of heavy footsteps slowly approached, calm but powerful.

When Tai Tan received the message, he was confused. Who would suddenly come looking for an old man like him?

But the moment he saw the familiar figure standing there, his eyes widened uncontrollably.

Then... Tang Hao turned around.

"Young Master..."

Tai Tan's eyes instantly turned red, his aged face filled with tears.

He truly cried. Never in his life did he think he'd see Tang Hao again.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Tai Tan threw himself at Tang Hao's feet, clutching the hem of his clothes as he wept uncontrollably.

The young man who had followed Tai Tan into the hall stared, utterly dumbfounded, glancing between Tai Tan and the ragged, disheveled Tang Hao.

Tai Tan... time had clearly aged him.

But what hadn't changed was his fiery, impulsive, and straightforward nature.

"Alright, enough crying. You're the head of the clan now. You need to carry yourself with dignity. Don't let these juniors laugh at you," Tang Hao said, sighing softly.

"I'd like to see who dares laugh at me!"

Tai Tan wiped the tears from his face, stood up, and turned back with a fierce glare.

The Li Clan members who had been peeking immediately snapped their heads back, pretending to look elsewhere.

Their eyes looked at their noses, their noses looked at their hearts—perfectly pretending to see nothing.

"Young Master... what happened to you?"

"Who did this to you? Even if it costs my entire clan, I'll take revenge for you!"

Tai Tan turned back, his eyes full of concern as he carefully examined Tang Hao.

When he noticed Tang Hao's missing arm and leg, he froze.

Then his expression changed completely. Rage surged in his chest as if he were ready to charge out and fight to the death.

He had seen with his own eyes how powerful Tang Hao was.

Even when the Spirit Hall hunted him, Tang Hao had escaped without a scratch and lived in seclusion ever since.

But now... he stood before him with one leg and one arm missing. What had happened?

Seeing the emotion in Tai Tan's eyes, Tang Hao waved it off. He didn't want to dwell on it.

What happened back then was the darkest memory of his life.

Even when facing countless Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall, he had never felt as terrified as he did that night facing that mysterious man.

That person had crippled him with almost no effort.

If it hadn't been for someone else intervening, he would have died that night.

Tang Hao shook his head, unwilling to think about it anymore.

"I came here by coincidence. I was just dropping my son off at the Royal Academy."

When speaking about his son, a rare smile appeared on Tang Hao's face.

Tai Tan's ears twitched, and his face softened slightly.

"The young master has a son?"

"I didn't expect... after all these years, the young master's child has already grown up."

Tai Tan sighed deeply.

Before the Strength Clan became independent, they had always belonged to the Clear Sky Sect.

Tai Tan had watched Tang Hao grow up from a boy.

Now, Tang Hao had become a Titled Douluo whose name shook the world.

If not for the Spirit Hall, the Clear Sky Sect wouldn't have declined, and Tang Hao wouldn't have ended up in such a tragic state.

The two old friends chatted about the past, sighing over the twists and turns of life.

"Grandpa! Hurry! Dad got beaten up!"

Just as Tai Tan was growing increasingly emotional, Tyrone's anxious shout came from outside the hall.

Both men turned their heads to see Tai Long rushing in while carrying the unconscious Tai Nuo.

The moment Tai Tan saw his son lying limp and unconscious, his expression turned cold.

"What happened? Why did your father faint?"

Tai Tan's brows furrowed tightly, and his face darkened.

His mind raced—what shameless scoundrel dared to attack the younger generation?

Tyrone scratched his head awkwardly but explained everything that had happened.

Tang Hao stood by, listening quietly.

Tai Tan's face went from dark to green.

"He was... knocked out by some brat?"

His voice trembled with disbelief, and even his hand, which pointed at Tai Nuo, shook.

He could hardly believe it.

His own son—a Soul King—was defeated by a kid from his grandson's generation.

This was utterly humiliating for the Li Clan!

"Grandpa... that kid's physical strength is terrifying."

"Honestly... it's no surprise Dad lost."

After witnessing Ma Hongjun's absurd strength, Tai Long had been completely humbled.

"Lead the way."

"Today, I want to see for myself who this person is. My Li Clan isn't someone anyone can just bully."

Tai Tan's eyes widened, his imposing aura bursting out.

Tai Long had been waiting for his grandfather to say that.

Without even glancing back at his father, he immediately turned around and led the way out.

"Young Master... forgive me for embarrassing you. My grandson is useless. As his grandfather, I must restore his dignity."

Tai Tan sighed bitterly.

"It's fine. We've got nothing else to do anyway. Let's go together," Tang Hao said casually.

"The person who could defeat Tai Nuo must have a Soul Saint or even a Soul Douluo behind them. I should take a look too."

Tai Tan's eyes lit up with excitement when he heard this.

"Young Master... it's been so many years since I've had the honor to fight alongside you."

Tears welled up in his eyes again.

This scene left Tai Long, who was only halfway out the hall, completely stunned.

Is... is this really the same grandfather I know?

And who exactly is this middle-aged man...?

Tai Long stared at Tang Hao, his eyes full of curiosity and doubt.