Sikong Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, lightning coursing around him as he faintly held his own against Tang Hao's Divine Slaughter's Domain.
"More words are pointless."
Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer beside him.
The massive hammerhead rose slightly, pointing directly at Lu Ming.
"I, Tang Hao, will remember this debt."
"Whoever harms my son will pay the price!"
Though he spoke harshly, Tang Hao did not attack directly.
As the battle-hardened Clear Sky Douluo, his instincts were terrifyingly sharp.
That man who wielded lightning was strong.
Absurdly strong.
Even Tang Hao had no certainty of victory without using Ring Detonation.
More importantly, there was Lu Ming, who had yet to make a move.
There was clearly no fluctuation of Soul Power around him, yet he gave Tang Hao an unfathomable feeling.
Like a bottomless, icy pool.
If they truly fought here, victory aside, Little San would certainly not survive.
Besides, Salas, the bishop from Spirit Hall, was nearby.
If they exposed themselves for too long and drew Spirit Hall's offerings, things would become troublesome.
"Go!"
Tang Hao made his decision without hesitation.
The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand swung fiercely.
A black storm of Soul Power instantly swept through the entire area, not to attack, but to create chaos.
Seizing the instant when everyone's vision was blocked.
Tang Hao flashed forward, grabbed Tang San and the unconscious Oscar from the ground, and held them in his hands.
He then casually scooped up Ma Hongjun, the twitching "charcoal" in the pit.
"Jixia Academy..."
"The green hills remain, and the rivers still flow!"
Tang Hao gave Lu Ming and Sikong Zhen a deep look.
With a forceful push from his feet, he shot into the sky like a cannonball, turning into a streak of black light