Tang Hao ultimately failed to make it in time.
No matter how fast he was, no matter that he was now a level 99 Peerless Douluo.
He still could not outrun the sword energy imbued with killing intent, unleashed with all the strength of a God King.
Tang Hao could only watch helplessly as the phantom of the Asura Blood Sword slashed through Tang Liu. In the blink of an eye, Tang Liu's body, which had been freely falling through the air, vanished within the blood-red sword light. At the same time, a thunderous crash came from the ground.
Tang Hao looked down and saw only a cloud of swirling dust.
And within the dust, a faint glimmer of blue light.
His expression changed drastically. He immediately flew down, swept away the surrounding dust, and instantly fixed his gaze upon the blood-soaked figure lying at the bottom of the crater.
Tang Hao forced himself not to look at the gruesome wound running from Tang Liu's left shoulder all the way to his right waist.
The man merely covered Tang Liu's cold, bloodstained cheeks with trembling hands.
"Hey, hey, look at me. Focus. Don't close your eyes, okay? Xiao Liu?"
Tang Hao called to him for a long while, but all he received was Tang Liu's increasingly unfocused gaze.
After quite some time, Tang Liu barely managed a smile.
His voice sounded in Tang Hao's mind.
"Tell Mom I'm sorry for me."
His voice seemed to continue echoing in his mind.
But Tang Liu had already slightly propped up half his body, and intense blue light erupted from him once again.
He raised a hand and, using nearly the last of his strength, shoved Tang Hao far away.
Tang Liu paid no attention to the man's shouts. His upper body fell