Bibi Han's words seemed to have touched Tang Hao's reverse scale. He appeared beside Bibi Han in an instant, seized him by the neck, and smashed him viciously against a rock.
Tang Hao's eyes were blood red as crimson, violent killing intent surged forth. Those terrifying scarlet eyes were something he had only gained after passing through the City of Slaughter. With the dreadful killing intent he had accumulated, even an ordinary Title Douluo would likely be too frightened to move upon encountering him.
Tang Hao roared madly, "Ah Yin's death, the deaths of a thousand members of our Clear Sky Sect—you people from Spirit Hall will never be able to repay them all!! Now it's time to collect some interest!!!"
Another punch shattered the boulder behind him on the spot, sending Bibi Han flying once more. The immense force penetrated his clothes and entered his body. Every bone in his chest shattered, fragments piercing into his organs. Blood gushed from his mouth in great mouthfuls, mixed with pieces of his internal organs.
His chest had caved in, his bones were shattered, and his organs were completely destroyed. Bibi Han was beyond saving.
Feeling this, Tang Hao could not help but feel a little sorrowful. It was not because of Bibi Han's death, but because a genius of a generation was about to fall. He had just sensed Bibi Han's Soul Power Level—it was as high as level 53. Level 53 at twelve years old—what kind of concept was that? Every prodigy throughout history would likely pale in comparison before him.
With his chest caved in, Bibi Han bent over and forced himself to stand. His body could no longer breathe, and boundless agony swept through his mind, yet he did not make a sound. Perhaps because of the Blue