Soul Bone

As Tang Hao appeared, Qin Chuan did not stop. Instead, he lunged forward, grabbing the fading Tang San like swatting a fly, while his other hand seized the still-living Yu Xiaogang.

With that, both corpses fell into his grasp.

Yu Xiaogang was horrified. He struggled to open his bruised, swollen eyes and let out a garbled, frantic shout as he stared at the newcomer.

"Clear Sky... Your Excellency... save... me--"

"San!" Tang Hao ignored Yu Xiaogang entirely. Upon seeing the miserable state of Tang San, he flew into a towering rage. His cold, piercing gaze locked onto Qin Chuan as if staring at a dead man, brimming with killing intent.

The sight of Tang Hao focusing on Tang San left the Shrek students stunned, their emotions surging in a violent, turbulent wave.

No one had expected that this low-key, silent Blue Silver Grass youth would have such a terrifying backer!

"You brat, I let you escape before, but I never imagined you would dare to appear before me again, let alone wound my son!"

"Today, even if a god descended, no one could save you!"

Without asking for the reason or distinguishing right from wrong, Tang Hao blocked all paths with a single sentence and struck immediately.

A giant hammer manifested in the air, shattering the void and shrouding the blue sky. It flickered with a malevolent light as it slammed down fiercely.

The power of that single strike was enough to make the very earth crack!

Yet, facing this terrifying blow capable of killing a Soul Saint in an instant, a cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of Qin Chuan's mouth.

"Heh!"

As the giant hammer was about to land, he suddenly swung Tang San onto the ground, raised his right leg high, and brought it down with peerless force, stomping heavily onto Tang San before the hammer could strike.

"Ah!"

"Ah--!!"

Tang San, who was already gasping for air, let out a heart-wrenching, shrill scream as several of his ribs snapped instantly.

He curled into a ball on the ground, his body convulsing; it was clear he did not have long to live.

The scalps of everyone present went numb as they stared at Qin Chuan in horror!

He was insane! This guy was absolutely, definitely insane!

To dare to brutally beat a Title Douluo's own son right in front of him! This was nothing short of a total, unadulterated provocation!

Tang Hao's pupils constricted violently. The Clear Sky Hammer hanging in mid-air froze, unable to descend. A monstrous rage clogged his chest, nearly burning his reason to ash.

He gritted his teeth, enunciating every word, his killing intent making everyone around him tremble: "Let him go! Otherwise, I will slaughter your entire clan, leaving not even a chicken or dog alive!"

"Heh, kill my entire clan?"

Qin Chuan pressed his foot down with even more force. Watching Tang San's face twist in suffocating agony, he sneered coldly:

"Your Excellency, have you gotten the situation reversed?"

His words sounded like pure mockery.

"Stop!" Tang Hao's brows locked together. A raging fire burned in his heart, but he was forced to suppress it for now.

He couldn't help but roar in anger: "What exactly do you want?"

"You father and son are both cunning and vicious, both intent on putting me to death. Given that, what do you think I want?"

"Kill San, and you won't live either!"

"Then stop the nonsense and tell me, how much is your son actually worth to you?"

Having said this, Qin Chuan's meaning was self-evident.

After a moment of silence, Tang Hao barely suppressed his rage, holding back the urge to tear Qin Chuan to shreds, and said: "One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coin!"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help himself and hurriedly added: "Your Excellency, don't forget me!"

"Shut up!" Tang Hao barked, his soul power surging so violently that Yu Xiaogang shuddered in terror.

One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coin was not a small sum, but it wasn't much either—at least, for a Title Douluo, it was pitifully meager.

However, Tang San had lived in seclusion for over a decade, leading a muddled existence. Even his daily needs were managed by Tang San; where would he have any wealth on him?

"One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coin, how generous. It seems you aren't worth much in your father's eyes after all. I really wonder if you were just picked up somewhere."

Qin Chuan smiled. The Gold Soul Coin he had looted from those three Soul Saints earlier already added up to nearly that amount.

Besides being usable on the Douluo Continent, one shouldn't forget that gold was always a scarce commodity on the Green Green Grassland.

Even if it were truly useless, it could always be used to pave the floor.

But this amount was still too little...

"Since that's the case, then go to your death!" Qin Chuan's eyes turned cold. He raised his fist, ready to send Tang San on his way.

"Wait!"

Finally, Tang Hao lost his composure. Tang San was his only hope now; he absolutely could not let anything happen to him.

With a pained expression, Tang Hao took out a soul bone. His demeanor became incredibly complex—filled with nostalgia and agony, but even more so with bone-deep hatred.

Hardening his heart, Tang Hao glared at Qin Chuan, the killing intent in his eyes nearly turning into a physical force: "One Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone. We both let go at the same time!"

Having said that, he suddenly threw the soul bone in his hand.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan kept his promise; he kicked his right foot out, sending Tang San flying toward Tang Hao like a shooting star.

Of course, while kicking him away, he was terrified that this so-called father might have other means to pull him back from the gates of hell.

Therefore, he specifically planted a colorless and odorless poison on the dying Tang San, which he had taken from the Grey Wolf Invention Vault.

The soul bone!

As the most unique product of this world, it contained immense power, and ever since he first heard of it, Qin Chuan had been extremely curious.

Now that he had the chance to obtain it, he naturally would not let it go; his body streaked out like an afterimage, rushing toward the soul bone falling through the sky.

"You brat, you're courting death!" In an instant, both of them lunged forward, with Qin Chuan rushing toward the soul bone, intending to seize it first.

However, to everyone's surprise, Tang Hao did not go to save Tang San; instead, he dove straight toward Qin Chuan, his killing intent permeating the air.

"I was waiting for you, you old fool!" Qin Chuan did not retreat but advanced instead, increasing his speed to snatch the bone from Tang Hao.

In terms of speed, he could not compare to Tang Hao, but since the soul bone was already heading toward him, he managed to get his hands on it first, tucking the soul bone away.

"Robbing a Titled Douluo—this guy is truly ruthless, but he lacks the bigger picture. I fear he won't escape death today!"

Even though Qin Chuan had succeeded in grabbing it first, the crowd still did not favor him, believing his fate was sealed and that he could not escape death.

"Now is the time, Senior, move!" As soon as the soul bone was in his hand, Qin Chuan retreated rapidly and shouted, ordering the Scarlet King to act.

A faint pressure suddenly intensified, sweeping across the area and shrouding everyone, weighing heavily on their hearts and filling them with shock and terror.

This is... has another Titled Douluo intervened?

Tang Hao was shocked; his fist had already reached Qin Chuan, but at that very moment, a sense of extreme danger washed over him.

A Titled Douluo!

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Hao immediately pulled back, his figure retreating to dodge as a blood-red claw struck the spot where he had just been.

Having failed to land his first strike, the Scarlet King immediately surged forward, blazing with intense light as he charged at Tang Hao, driven by the intent to kill him.

Even Qin Chuan was surprised by this scene, feeling secretly puzzled in his heart.

After all, the Scarlet King's role as his guardian was not sincere; he was only there for certain purposes.

Yet, looking at the situation now, it was as if there was a deep blood feud between them, with the Scarlet King determined to kill his opponent.

However, the next moment, the Scarlet King resolved Qin Chuan's confusion.

"What a fine Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone!" The Scarlet King was enraged, erupting with blazing light that surged toward Tang Hao in an endless torrent.

Compared to humans cultivating to the Titled Douluo realm, it was far more difficult for a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast to reach that level, with the various trials along the way being a matter of life and death.

Thus, although the Scarlet King and other fierce beasts never cared about the deaths of low-level soul beasts, they were quite protective of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.

If he hadn't seen it, it would be one thing, but Tang Hao had dared to take out a soul bone right in front of him—a soul bone still lingering with the aura of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

"Who exactly are you?" Tang Hao was horrified, unable to understand why the Scarlet King was so intent on killing him, and even more shocked by the Scarlet King's terrifying strength.