Imprinting the Ninth Spirit Skill

"Finally... it was over..."

As the people from Spirit Hall disappeared into the distance, the Shrek little monsters, who had been protected at the center of the group, all breathed a sigh of relief. Looking around, they saw devastation everywhere; the surrounding environment had been completely transformed.

The next moment, a figure rushed out from the crowd toward Tang Hao.

"Dad..."

Countless people watched as Tang San rushed before Tang Hao. His lips trembled, but he was too choked with emotion to speak.

Tang Hao turned around and looked at Tang San, who stood so close before him. The hatred in his eyes melted into endless gentleness. He reached out a broad hand and stroked Tang San's head. That hand, which could steadily wield the Clear Sky Hammer, was trembling slightly at this moment.

"Xiao San, you... you've grown up..." Tang Hao's voice shook faintly. Even at the corner of this indomitable man's eyes, a glimmer of tears appeared.

Tang San could no longer hold back. Tears swirled in his eyes as he threw himself toward Tang Hao.

"Dad!"

Zhao Xuan and the others tactfully stepped back, leaving time for Tang San and Tang Hao.

"Senior, are you all right?" Zhao Xuan asked Jade Lord Douluo, who looked somewhat battered and weakened.

Sword Douluo shook his head slightly. The Seven Kill Sword in his hand slowly faded away as he said, "I'm fine. It's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying fight."

Jade Lord Douluo frowned slightly, then glanced at the wound on his left arm and said helplessly, "Gui Mei took a bite out of me."

Zhao Xuan looked at Jade Lord Douluo's arm and immediately frowned. There was a savage wound on his left arm, as though it had been raked by the sharp teeth