Cruel Pursuit! Even Tang Chen Couldn't Save Him! Tang Hao's Miserable Fate, Broken Leg?!

Space twisted instantly, and a deep black rift appeared out of thin air beside Han Yu.

A pale Bone Claw covered in strange patterns emerged from the void and precisely seized the heavy handle of the Clear Sky Hammer.

"What?!"

Tang Hao's pupils contracted sharply as he felt an irresistible, terrifying force surge through the hammer's handle.

That force was even more domineering than it had been at his peak.

Gu Rong slowly stepped out of the spatial rift, his expression dark as he violently flicked his wrist.

"Get lost!"

With that low shout, Tang Hao felt a tidal wave of spatial tremors crash into him.

He and the Clear Sky Hammer, which weighed over a thousand jin, were casually flung away by Gu Rong.

Tang Hao forcibly twisted his body in midair and smashed heavily into a street a hundred meters away. The bluestone pavement instantly shattered, sending dust flying everywhere.

Han Yu patted nonexistent dust from his sleeve and looked down at Tang Hao as he crawled out of the rubble, his tone mocking:

"Tang Hao, is this the so-called majesty of Clear Sky?

It seems that over these years, not only have you failed to improve, but even your judgment has deteriorated."

Tang Hao wiped away the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and stared fixedly at Gu Rong, his voice hoarse with shock.

"Gu Rong... you broke through?

And your Soul Power fluctuations..."

Tang Hao was utterly stunned.

He remembered that Gu Rong's Soul Power had been stuck at Rank 95 for many years.

Even if Gu Rong had made progress over these years,

his Soul Power should have reached, at most, Rank 96!

How could he have jumped directly to Rank 97?!

Gu Rong sneered. Spatial fluctuations rippled around him like waves as he stood with his hands behind his back and declared arrogantly:

"Thanks to my grandson, not only did I break through, I also comprehended a realm you will never touch in your lifetime.

Tang Hao, you have quite the nerve, daring to attack my grandson."

Tang Hao struggled to rise from the broken stones, feeling his blood and energy churn within him as a flicker of fear appeared in his eyes.

He knew full well that against Rank 97 Gu Rong, his battered and scarred body stood no chance at all.

"Gu Rong, I'll remember what happened today!"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth. His body abruptly shot backward, turning into a black shadow that raced toward the city outskirts.

Gu Rong snorted coldly, and his figure instantly merged into the void.

"Trying to leave?

You injured my grandson and still think you can walk away unscathed? Do you take Heaven Dou City for your own backyard?"

Han Yu remained where he stood as Gu Rong's voice transmission reached his ears.

"Yu'er, don't worry. That old bastard won't get away.

There are too many eyes in the city. I'll deal with him once we're outside."

Tang Hao raced madly across the rooftops of Heaven Dou City, crushing tiles beneath every step.

Just as he was about to use the Nine Absolutes of Clear Sky to widen the distance, a piercing shriek of tearing space sounded behind him.

"You're quite fast, but compared to your peak back then, this speed is practically crawling."

Gu Rong's voice drifted closer and farther away, as though he were right beside Tang Hao's ear.

Bang!

A spatial blade slashed down from thin air, and Tang Hao dodged to the side in a wretched scramble.

Yet he was still struck by the aftermath. His cloak instantly shattered, and he was blasted straight into the wall of a house.

Cough!

Tang Hao spat out a mouthful of clotted blood. Without bothering to wipe it away, he forcibly gathered his breath and fled again.

"What?

Already out of strength?"

Gu Rong appeared above Tang Hao like Gui Mei. With his hands behind his back, he strolled through the air as if taking a leisurely walk.

With every step he took, a ring of spatial ripples spread beneath his feet.

"Where is the might of your Clear Sky Hammer?

Weren't you just saying that my grandson should die?"

"Gu Rong!

Don't push me too far!"

Tang Hao roared and swung back with the opening stance of the Great Sumeru Hammer, trying to block Gu Rong's pursuit.

Gu Rong smiled contemptuously and lightly tapped a fingertip. The hammer phantom, powerful enough to shatter mountains, was directly swallowed by a spatial black hole and vanished without a trace.

"So what if I do?"

Gu Rong flashed and instantly appeared behind Tang Hao, kicking him squarely in the back.

"You're a homeless dog. What right do you have to speak of 'majesty' before me?"

Tang Hao flew out like a cannonball and smashed heavily into the wilderness beyond the city, covered in dust and utterly bedraggled.

He struggled to stand, only to find Gu Rong already hovering in the air with his hands behind his back, looking down at him with mocking amusement in his eyes.

"Run. Why aren't you running anymore?"

Gu Rong said coldly.

"Now that you're outside the city, no one can protect you. Tang Hao, are you ready to pay the price?"

Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. A crazed resolve flashed through his eyes.

"Gu Rong, don't get too smug!

Back when I had just become a Titled Douluo, I severely wounded Qian Xunji and killed two Super Douluo!

Today, I'll show you what true Clear Sky Secret Arts are!"

Gu Rong looked at the unstable Soul Power fluctuations around Tang Hao and his body, which was already at its limit, and could not help bursting into laughter.

"Hahahaha!

Tang Hao, the older you get, the more pathetic you become.

Your body is riddled with old injuries, and your meridians have long since withered. Yet you still want to risk your life with Ring Detonation?

Are you simply tired of dying too late?"

Tang Hao's sore point had been struck. His face flushed red as he roared:

"Shut up!

As long as I still draw breath, the dignity of the Clear Sky Sect shall not be trampled upon!"

"Dignity?"

Gu Rong shook his head, his figure flickering in and out of the void, his tone mocking.

"The dignity you speak of is trading away your life for a fleeting false reputation?

As you are now, you aren't even qualified to make me use my full strength."

Feeling Gu Rong's unfathomable spatial pressure, as deep as an abyss, the pride in Tang Hao's heart was finally torn open by despair.

He gritted his teeth and hoarsely brought out his final trump card.

"Gu Rong, don't force me!

My grandfather, Tang Chen, left the sect back then in pursuit of godhood. Though he has not returned for decades, he could not possibly have fallen!

How could the lifespan of an Ultimate Douluo be measured by someone like you?

If he returns, your Ling Tian Sect will surely be reduced to ashes!"

At those words, Gu Rong's brow rose slightly, and a trace of gravity flashed through his eyes.

Though arrogant, he still held some fear toward the name Tang Chen.

"Tang Chen?"

Gu Rong snorted, concealing the brief disturbance in his heart as he mocked:

"You're bringing up a dead man or a missing man to scare me?

Tang Hao, you really have fallen to the lowest point.

Even if he is still alive, do you think he would come trouble my Ling Tian Sect for trash like you, who could not even protect his own sect?"

Tang Hao's hand holding the hammer trembled slightly. Looking at Gu Rong's calm and unconcerned expression, the last support in his heart collapsed with a crash.

If he did not risk everything today, he likely would not even have a chance to escape.

Tang Hao's eyes turned bloodshot, and his Spirit Rings exploded one after another as violent Soul Power erupted like a volcano.

"Great Sumeru Hammer!

Dance of the Chaotic Cloak!"

He swung the Clear Sky Hammer at Gu Rong with the force to destroy heaven and earth.

Gu Rong's figure dissipated like smoke and directly slipped into a spatial black hole.