Tang Huang was, after all, a Title Douluo, so he was not hammered to death on the spot.
However, he was embedded at the bottom of the crater, severely wounded and on the verge of death.
Faced with Tang Hao's questioning,
Tang Huang's deathly pale face flushed an abnormal red. He bared his bloodstained teeth in a grin.
"Why?"
"Cough, cough, cough—"
His emotions were too agitated, causing him to break into a violent coughing fit.
Yet his tirade did not stop.
Tang Huang: I was clearly more likely to become a Title Douluo, so why was the Clear Sky Douluo title given to a brat like you, Tang Hao?
Tang Huang: Was it because I was born of a concubine, while you, Tang Hao, were from the main line?
Tang Huang: Spoiled because of your talent, you never managed sect affairs for even a single day. All you knew was going outside for your so-called training!
Tang Huang: I worked tirelessly to manage the Clear Sky Sect, yet after you two brothers had your fun, one of you took the Clear Sky title while the other took the position of sect master?
Tang Huang: Your father, that old bastard, came up with this elders' council system. But Tang Chen, that old fool, was the Great Elder—what say did I, the Second Elder, have?
Tang Huang: After all these years of diligent work, all I got was your family pushing me aside?
Tang Huang stopped coughing and glared at Tang Hao, panting heavily.
"Tell me why?"
"I should be the one asking why!!!"
Tang Hao clenched one fist, veins bulging across his arm.
Tang Hao: So you betrayed me and wanted me dead over just that?
"Just that?" Tang Huang laughed mockingly. "You people of the main line truly don't