mousepad-d2 Chapter 200 Tang Hao's Fury! Master and Disciple Fight Like Dogs!
Chapter 200 Tang Hao's Fury! Master and Disciple Fight Like Dogs!
Chapter 200 Tang Hao's Fury! Master and Disciple Fight Like Dogs!
Under the siege of soul beasts surging in like a tide.
Tang San was already in extremely poor condition, his soul power was almost exhausted, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, which was constantly oozing maggots and emitting a foul stench, was even less able to unleash its true power.
His Blue Silver Grass was easily torn apart like a fragile thread among the beasts.
"Pfft!"
A thousand-year-old golden leopard's sharp claws ripped open his back, tearing away a large chunk of flesh and blood, so deep that bone was visible.
"ah--"
Instantly, Tang San let out a scream, staggered forward and fell to the ground. The strange Clear Sky Hammer in his hand flew out and rolled to the ground, still bubbling with white maggots.
At the same time, another thousand-year-old cave spider sneaked up behind Tang San, opened its venomous jaws, and bit down hard on his neck with a foul stench!
In an instant, the shadow of death enveloped Tang San, his eyes filled with resentment, bitterness, and fear of death.
Not far away, Tang Chuan, suspended in mid-air, coldly watched all of this.
"Heh, this beast is finally getting his just desserts."
"He probably never expected that retribution would come so quickly!"
Watching Tang San struggle for his life under the beast's claws, and seeing his prized Clear Sky Hammer become filthy, Tang Chuan's lips unconsciously curled into a cold smile, as if he were watching a drama that had nothing to do with him.
This is a case of people who indiscriminately kill innocent people and have wicked intentions.
He showed no sympathy whatsoever, not even for his own younger brother.
however.
Just as the venomous jaws of the Cave Spider were about to touch Tang San's throat, at the critical moment...
"Buzz—!"
A chilling, viscous, terrifying killing intent, seemingly formed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, swept in from all directions without warning!
The killing intent was so intense that it instantly overwhelmed the violent aura of all the soul beasts in the arena, causing the air to freeze and the temperature to plummet!
Immediately afterwards, the sky seemed to be dyed blood red!
The next second, an enormous, dark red Haotian Hammer phantom, carrying an aura of utter destruction, tore through the sky like a meteor, accompanied by a chilling whistling sound, and crashed down on the area where Tang San was!
"boom--!!!"
The giant hammer crashed down, and the earth, as fragile as tofu, instantly collapsed, creating a huge crater! A terrifying shockwave, mixed with a palpable killing intent, suddenly spread out in a ring!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The soul beasts that besieged Tang San, whether they were thousands or tens of thousands of years old, did not even have time to scream before they were crushed like insects, their bodies exploding into a cloud of blood mist and flesh!
Even the cave spider that was about to succeed was evaporated into nothingness along with its venom the moment the blood hammer descended!
In an instant, the area within a hundred meters of the point where the giant hammer struck was completely cleared!
All that remained was the enormous crater, and at its edge, Tang San, who was bleeding from all seven orifices and on the verge of death, but had miraculously escaped being directly hit.
There was also the master who had been blown away by the shockwave and looked disheveled not far away, and Liu Erlong who had just forced back the soul beasts around her and was looking over in shock.
"Tang Hao?"
With a low shout, Tang Chuan hovered in mid-air, his robes fluttering wildly in the violent air currents. The cold smile on his face had vanished, replaced by an incomparably solemn and sharp expression.
At this moment, his gaze was fixed on the slowly dissipating phantom of the blood-red giant hammer.
Tang Chuan's pupils constricted slightly when he sensed that familiar, overwhelming killing intent and caught a glimpse of the disheveled figure that suddenly appeared like a mountain.
Without the slightest hesitation, he concealed the blue-gold light around him, and instantly unleashed the Blue Silver Domain to its fullest extent, directly merging into the surrounding environment, making his aura and figure almost imperceptible.
Below, Tang San, who had survived the ordeal, saw that the figure descending like a god of war was actually his father. An overwhelming surge of emotion welled up on his pale face, and his voice trembled with the joy of surviving a disaster and a deep sense of filial piety:
"Dad? You...you're here?"
However, Tang Hao simply lowered his head indifferently in the face of his son's excited calls.
His eyes, hidden behind his disheveled hair, swept over Tang San's disheveled appearance like those of a hawk, lingering for a moment on the Clear Sky Hammer, which lay on the ground, still emitting a foul stench and crawling maggots. A barely perceptible rage and deep disappointment flashed in his eyes.
With a seemingly casual, light step, the space beneath his feet appeared to shrink.
next moment.
Tang Hao's tall and imposing figure appeared before Tang San like a ghost.
The joy of reuniting with loved ones after the ordeal made Tang San instinctively want to step forward and seek his father's protection and embrace, just like when he was a child.
But as soon as he took a step, he was not greeted by a warm embrace.
Instead, it was Tang Hao's sudden and powerful kick!
"Bang!"
The kick landed squarely on Tang San's chest.
The immense force sent him flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground more than ten meters away, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.
"puff--"
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and Tang San felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if several bones were broken.
"Dad...why...why did you hit me?"
Lying on the ground, Tang San raised his head, his face filled with disbelief, confusion, and grievance. Looking at the cold, mountain-like figure not far away, he asked in bewilderment.
He didn't understand why his father would use such a heavy hand as soon as they met.
Was it because of his current disheveled state? Or was it because...?
Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's face remained unmoved; instead, his anger intensified, and he roared:
"Don't call me father! I don't have a son like you!"
Before he finished speaking, his large, fan-like hand, carrying a sharp gust of wind, slapped Tang San hard across the other side of his face!
"Snapped!"
This slap was even harder than the previous one, making Tang San's vision go black, his ears ring, his head tilt to one side, both cheeks swollen high, and his mouth cracked, with blood mixed with saliva flowing down.
He was beaten repeatedly, especially by his most respected father.
A surge of anger and resentment rose within Tang San. He suppressed the excruciating pain and dizziness, and said in a voice laced with suppressed rage:
"Dad! Why...why did you hit me?!"
"Why did I hit you?!" Tang Hao was so angry that he laughed when he saw that Tang San was still stubborn. He suddenly bent down, grabbed Tang San's collar, and lifted him up from the ground like a chicken, making him look into his angry eyes. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with murderous intent sprayed onto Tang San's face.
"Fine! I'll let you die knowing why! You little brat, tell me loudly! Back in Holy Soul Village, when you decided to become a Soul Master, what did you promise me?! Speak!"
Hearing his father's angry roar at such close range, Tang San's mind was in chaos, but under that powerful pressure, he still subconsciously searched for fragments of memory, muttering:
"I...I promised you...I would use the hammer in my left hand to protect the grass in my right..."
"Bullshit!" Tang Hao roared again in anger, raising his other hand to strike again, but seeing his son's face swollen like a pig's head, his hand hovered in mid-air. In the end, he lowered his hand in disappointment, gritting his teeth as he forced out the words:
"What else?! What was my most important piece of advice?! Have you forgotten?!"
Tang San trembled as he was roared at, and his long-buried memories were finally awakened. A promise that he had deliberately ignored and forgotten because of his desire for power clearly emerged.
His face turned deathly pale instantly, his eyes flickered, and he dared not look Tang Hao in the angry eyes any longer. His voice also lowered, filled with guilt and trembling as he said:
"You also told me... no matter... no matter how I cultivate in the future, I absolutely... must not add any spirit rings to the Clear Sky Hammer. And... I can't let anyone see its existence... otherwise... otherwise, if others discover that I have twin martial souls, my life might be in danger..."
Finally hearing this promise his son had forgotten, Tang Hao's eyes blazed with fury. He stared intently at Tang San and coldly shouted:
"So you still remember! Then tell me! What is this disgusting thing on the ground?!"
"Not only did you attach a spirit ring, but you also ruined it into this monstrous state!"
At this moment, Tang Hao's gaze was fixed on the Clear Sky Hammer that had fallen to the ground, still teeming with white maggots and emitting a putrid stench.
The horrific scene was like a red-hot iron, branding his heart and burning away his last shred of reason.
"What...what exactly did you do to the Clear Sky Hammer?!"
"My Clear Sky Hammer! The number one weapon spirit in the world! Towering to the heavens and standing tall, its domineering power unparalleled! It once struck fear into the hearts of the entire continent! It is a symbol forged by countless ancestors with their blood and glory!"
"But now... look at it! Look at the mess you've made of it! This... this filthy thing teeming with maggots?! This stinking junk?! Is this the result of your cultivation?!"
"I, Tang Hao... I, Tang Hao, have truly raised a fine son! He has ruined the last pride of my Clear Sky Sect, the martial spirit inherited by my Tang family, turning him into this inhuman, ghostly figure! How can I face my ancestors in the afterlife after I die?! How can I face my father and tell him that his grandson has turned the Clear Sky Hammer into... a cesspool-stirring stick?!"
"You beast! You beast! You worthless beast!!"
Faced with Tang Hao's volcanic questioning, Tang San was speechless, stammering and lowering his head, not daring to meet his father's burning gaze, his voice tinged with grievance:
"Father...I...I had no choice!"
If I don't add spirit rings to the Clear Sky Hammer to increase my strength, how could I possibly defeat my brother? I... I can't live in his shadow forever!
He seemed to have found a reason, and his tone became agitated as he tried to shift the blame.
"Moreover, my teacher... he also supported my cultivation of twin martial souls! He even said that his research on martial soul theory was sufficient to support my safe cultivation of my second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer! Who... who knew... who knew it would turn out like this?"
In the end, looking at his filthy Clear Sky Hammer, Tang San's voice lowered, his face burning with shame.
However, this shame was more directed at the mutation of the martial soul than at disobeying his father's orders.
"Yu-Xiao-Gang!!"
Upon hearing Tang San's words, Tang Hao suddenly turned his head, his blood-red eyes like those of a tiger ready to devour its prey, fixed on the pale-faced master in the wheelchair not far away.
"what!"
The master was so shocked by the roar that contained soul power that he almost fell off his wheelchair. He barely managed to keep his balance by gripping the armrests tightly with both hands.
"Tang Hao! I won't allow you to hurt Xiao Gang!"
Seeing this, Liu Erlong shouted and flashed forward, blocking the master without hesitation. The phantom of the Crimson Dragon Martial Soul reappeared. Although there was still blood on the corner of her mouth, her eyes were extremely firm.
However, Tang Hao, enraged, would never pay her any attention.
He didn't even use his martial spirit; he simply raised his hand casually and slapped someone from a distance!
"Bang!"
An invisible force slammed into Liu Erlong, shattering her fiery shield as if it were made of paper. She was sent flying backward, coughing up blood, as if hit by a speeding carriage, and crashed heavily onto the ground some distance away. After struggling for a few moments, she didn't even have the strength to get up and could only watch helplessly as Tang Hao approached the master step by step.
Seeing Tang Hao approaching step by step like a god of death, the master was terrified out of his wits. His teeth were chattering, and he screamed in a voice trembling with tears:
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty! No... it's not my fault!"
"It wasn't me who made Xiao San cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer! It was...it was him who came to me, insisting that I help him research how to attach spirit rings to the Clear Sky Hammer! I...I was forced into it!"
In his desperation, he unhesitatingly shifted the main responsibility onto Tang San, while looking at Tang San with an extremely speechless and even resentful gaze, as if blaming him for dragging him into this mess.
"I really don't understand!"
"Hey, why are you in such a rush to add spirit rings to the Clear Sky Hammer?!"
Upon hearing that the Grandmaster had placed all the blame on him, Tang San immediately retorted excitedly:
"If I don't add spirit rings to the Clear Sky Hammer, how can I beat my brother?! Teacher, didn't you confidently say that your spirit theory was enough to support my cultivation of the Clear Sky Hammer, and even that I could absorb spirit rings beyond my level without any problem?! Now that something has gone wrong, how can you blame me entirely?!"
Grandmaster was rendered speechless by Tang San's retort, especially seeing Tang Hao's increasingly cold gaze. He steeled himself, disregarding any semblance of teacherly decorum, and began to spout nonsense:
"I...I don't know! I don't want to know! Competitions are about winning and losing, about strategy! You can't beat your brother, so is it all my fault for not understanding the theory? Your excessive hunting of soul beasts for bones is causing their extinction, but you're still killing them, aren't you?"
"Did I ask you to add spirit rings to the Clear Sky Hammer? I didn't! I didn't force you! What does your Clear Sky Hammer's current state have to do with me?"
"It's all Tang Chuan's fault. He kept suppressing you and preventing you from winning the game, which ultimately led to the Clear Sky Hammer turning into this."
"It's all Tang Chuan's fault, it's all his fault, what does it have to do with me?"
The moment the master finished speaking.
Tang Hao, who had been suppressing his anger like a volcano about to erupt, finally made his move!
He didn't utter another word. His icy killing intent had solidified into a tangible form. His figure flashed like a ghost, and in the next instant, he was several meters away, standing like a mountain in front of the master's fragile wheelchair.
The master couldn't even see Tang Hao's movements clearly; he only felt a suffocatingly terrifying aura completely envelop him.
"ah!?"
His mouth gaped open in terror, but the master hadn't even uttered his words of pleading for mercy.
Tang Hao's large, calloused, and powerful hand, like a fan, slapped the master's face hard and directly, with an irresistible force, as if swatting a fly!
"Bang—!!!"
This slap was ten times more terrifying than Tang San's slap just now!
A low sonic boom even echoed in the air!
The master, along with his wheelchair, was utterly helpless in the face of such absolute power.
He was instantly launched into the air as if he had been hit head-on by a battering ram, tumbling uncontrollably in the air, blood and broken teeth spurting directly from his mouth!
P.S.: Today's update is a two-in-one chapter, with the word count remaining the same at 4000 words. I had some things to do yesterday, so the update was a little late. I will update normally tomorrow.
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