"Boom--!"
Dozens of pitch-black crossbow arrows tore through the night sky, whizzing towards them with a sharp sound of piercing the air. The arrow body Entanglement was covered with a thick earth-yellow gravity halo, the arrow flashed with a cold light, and there were still a few sparks trailing from the tail. Before they even got close, the armor-piercing and explosive aura that could tear through all defenses was already coming towards them.
The moment Tang Hao lifted Clear Sky Hammer, the black Soul Power surged like a tide. But facing the sudden rain of arrows, his pupils shrank suddenly and he could only forcefully reverse the hammer.
"Clang clang clang!"
Clear Sky Hammer swept out, the heavy hammer body collided with the crossbow arrows, making a deafening sound of gold and iron.
The gravity attribute instantly made his arm sink. The armor-piercing arrow scratched his shoulder, bringing up a string of blood beads. The last explosive arrow exploded beside him. The air wave shook him back three steps, and the bluestone ground under his feet shattered inch by inch.
"Who?!"
Tang Hao shouted sharply, scanning the surrounding woods with his scarlet eyes. But before he could find the trace of the sneak attacker, a biting coldness suddenly came from all directions, as if he had fallen into a thousand-year ice cave, and even his soul was trembling.
The hairs all over his body stood on end instantly, and an unprecedented sense of crisis gripped his heart.
This is not the aura of Soul Douluo, nor is it the pressure of ordinary Titled Douluo.
It was a kind of absolute oppression that was superior to all living beings, with the aura of death and Destruction. It was as if he was just a Soft Bone Rabbit being targeted by Man Faced Demon Spider. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape his final fate.
In the shadow of the deep pine forest, Gui Mengguan leaned against the tree trunk, looking at Tang Hao's embarrassed appearance, with a faint smile on his lips, and used Soul Power to send a message to the two people around him. "No need to move, Adjudicator Elder is here and with her here, it is not our turn to take action."
Qian Gujue nodded slightly, and Gold Soul Coin on his fingertips stopped turning. "Tang Hao He never dreamed of who is standing behind the third child now."
Oupai put away Godly Zhuge Crossbow and curled his lips. "It's an advantage for him, but it's good, it saves us from exposing our identities and it will be more relaxing to watch His Majesty deal with him."
The moonlight passed through the leaves, casting a slender figure in the forest.
Bibi Dong slowly walked out of the shadows. She was wearing a black papal robe embroidered with dark golden spider patterns. Her hair was as long as a waterfall, her face was peerless, and she was surrounded by a faint purple halo.
Nine Soul Rings of yellow, purple, black, black, black, and red slowly rose under her feet. The pressure of Titled Douluo was as overwhelming as the real thing. It suppressed the entire forest into silence, and even the sound of the wind blowing the leaves disappeared.
Tang Hao's eyes suddenly widened, his face was full of horror, and Clear Sky Hammer in his hand almost fell to the ground.
"Titled Douluo?!"
He shouted, his voice filled with disbelief.
He is only fifty-six years old this year. He broke through the Titled Douluo at the age of forty-four and has been recognized as the youngest Titled Douluo record holder in mainland China.
Even if one of his arms was cut off by the Spirit Hall's old worshiper that day, and his cultivation level dropped to Soul Douluo, this pride has never disappeared.
But the Bibi Dong in front of me looks like he is only in his early thirties, but is actually less than forty years old, but he is already Titled Douluo? And that Soul Ring Configuration...Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!
How is this possible? How is this possible?
Bibi Dong ignored his shocked gaze and walked straight to Tang San. He raised his hand and gently brushed the dust off his shoulders. His cold eyes instantly softened a bit, and his voice also had a hint of gentleness that was not easy to detect. "Are you okay? Are you injured?"
"I'm fine, mother."
Tang San shook his head, bowed slightly to Bibi Dong, his tone was respectful and intimate, very obedient and attached.
The sound of "Mother" was like a thunder that struck Tang Hao on the head.
He suddenly came back to his senses, pointed at Tang San, his whole body was shaking with anger, the wrinkles on his face were twisted together, and he roared hoarsely:
"You traitor! You traitor! I am your biological father! You actually consider a thief as your father! She is Adjudicator Elder of the Spirit Hall! She is the enemy who killed your mother! You actually call her mother?!"
His voice was full of anger and pain, as if Tang San had done something heinous. "I worked so hard to raise your brother just so that one day I could avenge your mother! It's a good thing for you that you turned to our enemy! Are you worthy of your dead mother? Are you worthy of the Tang Family's ancestors?!"
"Enemy?"
Tang San sneered, his eyes full of deep ridicule and cold hatred. He took a step forward, looked directly into Tang Hao's eyes, and said word for word:
"Tang Hao, are you worthy of mentioning my mother? Are you worthy of mentioning revenge?"
"When Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor was sacrificed, you knew it in your heart whether you were forced to do it or you planned it. You want her Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone. You broke through Titled Douluo and wanted to return to the Clear Sky Sect, so you deliberately took her pregnant across the mainland and deliberately leaked her whereabouts to the Spirit Hall."
"When she was at her weakest and needed you the most, you 'happened' to be seriously injured. You could only watch her burn herself, turning into a Soul Ring and melting into your body. Touch your conscience and ask, have you really loved her? What you love has always been the power she can give you!"
Tang Hao's face instantly turned pale, his lips trembled, he wanted to refute, but couldn't say a word.
Tang San's words were like sharp knives, accurately piercing the deepest secret in his heart that he was most afraid to face.
"As for accepting a thief as your mother?"
Tang San's voice suddenly rose, carrying the grievance and anger that had been suppressed for more than ten years. "It was my mother who kept me under tremendous pressure and gave me a normal growth environment and resources. Otherwise, I would have been executed as a heretic by the others in the Spirit Hall."
"When I was sick, she stayed by my bedside for three days and nights without a wink. When I was bullied, she was the first to stand up and protect me. She gave me a second Life and gave me all her love and warmth. She is my real mother!"
"And you? Tang Hao?" Tang San stared at him, with no trace of affection in his eyes, only cold contempt, "What did you give me? You gave me an abandoned life, a childhood full of hatred, and a 'heretic' identity that can never be washed away!"
"You have never fulfilled your responsibilities as a father, and now you come here to accuse me of being a thief and a mother? You are not worthy!"
This is not only said to Tang Hao, but also to Tang San.
Let's see how this brother Twins, who may have the same past life memories, feels.
Tang San He looked at the brother in front of him who looked exactly like him, listened to his accusations word for word, and looked at his father's pale and weak face.
Could it be that there is really another hidden reason behind the mother's death?
Is it really what he said?
Bibi Dong patted Tang San's back gently, calming his excited emotions. Then, she raised her head, and her cold eyes fell on Tang Hao. There was no warmth in her eyes, only a strong murderous intention.
"Tang Hao, my son, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson."
Her voice was very soft, but with unquestionable majesty. The nine Soul Ring slowly rotated, purple Soul Power surged around her, and the air around her began to twist. "I don't care what your purpose is, but you caused my Spirit Hall old worshiper to die. This account can be settled today."
He clenched the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and stepped back step by step, his eyes full of vigilance and fear.
He is now just a Soul Douluo with a broken arm, and there is no way he can be a Titled Douluo opponent.
What's more, there are countless Spirit Hall masters hiding in the dark.