The heavens began from a small hell

"Bring up the criminal Tang Hao."

Qian Renxue looked at a middle-aged Spirit Hall deacon under the arena.

After the middle-aged deacon saluted, he quickly walked to the backstage of the Soul Fighting Arena and came to the iron cage guarded by several Soul Saints and two Soul Douluos.

"My Lord Bishop, His Majesty the Angel has asked you to take Tang Hao to be executed."

The middle-aged deacon looked at one of the Soul Fighters who was wearing a black robe.

The black-robed Soul Douluo nodded upon hearing this, gave an order to the Soul Saint beside him, then opened the iron cage, crouched down and pulled out Tang Hao, who was in a daze and looked like a walking corpse.

"Haotian Douluo, it's time to get going."

The black-robed Soul Douluo handed Tang Hao over to several Soul Saints for guarding and gently wiped the stains off his hands.

It’s not that he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, but Tang Hao hasn’t taken a shower for a long time. His body stinks of feces and urine, and there are fleas in his greasy hair.

No one has good intentions towards Tang Hao, the sinner who killed the former Pope, and no one will go out of their way to clean him up before he is executed.

"Walk."

The black-robed Soul Fighter said this and walked towards the ring.

Several Soul Saints followed, and finally another taciturn Soul Douluo. He was cold and didn't say a word from beginning to end. He remained alert, fearing that someone would come to rob people.

A mature woman with short hair and wearing a sexy off-shoulder outfit walked out from the darkness and yawned:

"Ha~ We're finally almost done."

She is Lingjiu Douluo, one of the elders of the Spirit Hall, and is the Titled Douluo who is secretly responsible for guarding Tang Hao.

His strength was not too strong among the Titled Douluo, but it was enough for today, because in the Fighting Spirit Arena there were not only Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, but even Qian Daoliu was in the VIP seat.

For a Titled Douluo, going from the VIP seats to the backstage of the fighting arena takes only a moment.

……

Soul fighting field.

Some sharp-eyed spirit masters saw Tang Hao being escorted.

"Come out, come out!"

The man's exclamation attracted the attention of the nearby soul masters. Everyone looked in the direction he was looking and saw Tang Hao.

"Is this Haotian Douluo? Why does he look like a beggar?"

A young soul master questioned.

In his opinion, as an honorable Titled Douluo, even if he was to be executed, he had to die with dignity. It was impossible for him to die in such an unkempt and dishevelled state as he was now.

"Oh, what are you thinking, kid? Haotian Douluo killed the previous pope. Do you expect the Spirit Hall to capture him and worship him?"

"What does this make the deceased former pope think?"

"I am surprised that Tang Hao has no missing limbs. I originally thought that the Spirit Hall would torture Tang Hao endlessly before his death."

The soul master who spoke had thick eyebrows, eyes like copper bells, and a beard. He looked to be about thirty or fifty, and it was difficult to tell his age.

He looked at Tang Hao who was being held up by several Soul Saints and frowned, "But I'm curious, is this man really Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao? With his current appearance, no one except his closest relatives can recognize him."

The young spirit master who was skeptical at first suddenly had his eyes light up, and whispered, "Could it be that the person being brought up is just a substitute? This is to lure out those who want to rescue him."

Although the young soul master did not say it explicitly, the nearby soul masters all knew that he was talking about the Haotian Sect.

Although the Haotian Sect had announced long ago that it would expel Haotian Douluo from the sect, can they really remain indifferent to what happened today?
"The real Haotian Douluo might have been hidden away, waiting to be secretly executed."

The young soul master's eyes lit up as he spoke: "It's possible..."

"Haotian Douluo has died in prison under torture. His body is now infested with maggots or has turned into bones. Someone else has been brought in now."

These words made many soul masters think deeply. They had never seen Tang Hao's appearance with their own eyes, so they could not help but have various doubts.

Soon, more people noticed the escorted Tang Hao. "I almost didn't recognize him."

"It's Tang Hao indeed."

Ning Fengzhi, who was also in the VIP area, had a solemn look on his face. He and Tang Hao were from the same generation and he had met Tang Hao when he was young.

After watching it carefully at this moment, I have to admit that Tang Hao is indeed going to die today.

Let him say that the three sects are of the same blood, and let the Spirit Hall let Tang Hao go?
He is not stupid. Doing this would undoubtedly be a provocation to the Spirit Hall and would bring disaster to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Seeing Tang Hao's current desolation, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but think of how high-spirited and high-spirited the young Tang Hao was in the past, which formed a very sharp contrast with the present.

Life is unpredictable. How could Tang Hao have imagined that he would end up like this.

"Tang Hao..."

An old man with bright eyes looked at Tang Hao with mixed feelings.

He is the leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, also a Titled Douluo, and has a son who is famous throughout the continent.

Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen, father of 'Master' Yu Xiaogang.

"Is that Haotian Douluo?"

Various discussions were also heard in the rest areas of various colleges.

Few of the young contestants knew that Tang Hao was going to be executed, and they were all extremely shocked after hearing the news.

The high and mighty Titled Douluo will be executed today, in public?
It sounded a little unreal, but the scene before them told them that it was all true.

"No wonder His Majesty the Angel suddenly mentioned Tang Hao. It turns out he was reading out the crimes."

A young contestant suddenly realized.

"this person……"

Tang San frowned deeply, looking at Tang Hao in confusion, whose disheveled appearance and greasy hair blocked his face.

He subconsciously thought that his blacksmith father had no other connection with Haotian Douluo except the name. With this preconceived notion, he did not recognize his father for a moment.

In addition, Tang Hao had been locked up for so long that his entire image had changed drastically. Tang San now only felt that he was somewhat familiar with the situation, as if it was a mysterious connection.

It's funny that the son didn't recognize his father at first, but someone else did, but it is indeed the case.

Soon, Tang Hao was escorted in front of Qian Renxue. He lowered his head and knelt on the ground decadently, without any thought of resisting.

No one knew what kind of torture his mind and will had suffered.

When I felt sleepy, the past events kept coming to my mind, and that gentle female voice was calling "Brother Hao" over and over again.

In dreams, sometimes it is the first meeting under the moonlight, his heart is pounding, everything is so beautiful and dreamy.

Sometimes evil thoughts surge and greed overtakes us, leading to extreme choices.

and also……

Years of regret.

For Tang Hao, living was torture. If possible, he would have committed suicide in prison and gone to apologize to his lover.

As for Tang San...

He let it go, and his mentality became the same as before he discovered that Tang San had twin spirits.

When Tang San was only three or four years old, he could pour wine and cook for him. Now that he is a teenager, he must be living a good life.

"Sinner Tang Hao, do you know your crime?"

Qian Renxue's cold voice sounded. (End of this chapter)