Tang Hao saw it too.
His hammer technique faltered noticeably.
Seizing the opening, Yue Guan unleashed his Seventh Soul Skill, Heavenly Chrysanthemum True Body. A gigantic golden chrysanthemum suddenly blossomed behind him, its petals transforming into countless blades of light that shot forth and struck Tang Hao head-on.
Tang Hao was blasted back ten meters and dropped to one knee, black blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
His old injuries had been fully aggravated.
His breathing grew rapid and ragged, and his Soul Power began to circulate with noticeable difficulty.
"Tang Hao."
Looking down at him from above, Yue Guan spoke with a hint of genuine regret in his voice.
"If you were at full strength, I might not be your match today. What a pity."
Tang Hao raised his head.
He wasn't looking at Yue Guan.
He was looking at Xiao Wu.
Gui Mei had a grip on the back of Xiao Wu's neck. The pink-haired girl had long since stopped struggling. Her acupoints had been sealed, leaving her unable to move, and only her tears continued to fall.
She kept calling out, "Brother."
She had been calling out the whole time.
Tang Hao stood up.
In that instant, his aura changed. It didn't grow stronger; it grew dangerous.
"Father! Don't!"
Tang San didn't know why he shouted those words. He didn't even know what his father was about to do, but an instinctive terror made him blurt them out.
Tang Hao didn't look back.
His first Soul Ring lit up.
Then it shattered.
Yellow light surged from the shattered Soul Ring and poured into the Clear Sky Hammer. The black of the hammer grew deeper, and an indescribable weight spilled from its surface.
Immediately afterward, his second and third Soul Rings detonated one after the other,