Miss, There's Someone Here!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Qin Chuan, as if possessing an undying body, launched continuous attacks against the middle-aged man, only to be blasted back to the ground every few minutes.

Though his injuries worsened with every passing moment, he would stand up the instant he hit the ground and continue his assault.

Boom!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Qin Chuan's figure was once again driven into the ground, his body covered in lacerations, his white robes stained crimson with fresh blood.

"Killing you is as simple as crushing an ant. I don't even need to use my spirit rings; the mere pressure of my spirit power is enough to keep you from standing."

A pressure as vast as the sea swept in from all directions, specifically concentrated by the middle-aged man onto that patch of space, intending to shatter Qin Chuan's bones and force him to remain prone, never to rise again.

He was surprised by Qin Chuan's sheer force of will, yet he found the sensation irritating; at this moment, he had no interest in anything other than Tang San.

"First the small one comes, then the old one, and after the old one, an even older one. You, a wicked old man devoid of virtue, dare to humiliate me? Keep dreaming!"

A series of cracking sounds erupted from his bones as his entire frame neared the point of collapse.

Yet, Qin Chuan ignored it all. Enduring the agony, he struggled to his feet under the middle-aged man's astonished gaze, bracing himself against the crushing pressure.

The middle-aged man remarked in admiration, "Such a formidable physique; no wonder you could make Zhao Wuji suffer. It seems you have had your own share of fortuitous encounters."

"If only Little San could temper his physical body to this extent, perhaps the drawbacks of his Twin Martial Souls could be eliminated."

The middle-aged man's tone shifted abruptly as he said coldly, "Hand over the cultivation technique you practice. For the sake of my son, I can grant you a quick death."

His words were laced with arrogance, demanding Qin Chuan's cultivation system as if it were his natural right.

Even Qin Chuan was taken aback by such shamelessness; truly, like father, like son.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed mockingly:

"So, it's a father and son duo. The son steals spirit beasts, and the father steals techniques—no wonder you are both so repulsive. With a Title Douluo backing you, I wonder how many people you've harmed over the years. Are you not afraid of retribution?"

Perhaps the word "retribution" struck a nerve, for the middle-aged man, who had maintained an indifferent expression, suddenly turned ferocious and roared in fury:

"Retribution? I am merely looking out for my own son; why should I face retribution? This world has always been this way."

"If I hadn't been weak back then, Ah Yin would never have died!"

A blur of motion flashed by as the middle-aged man vanished, reappearing instantly before Qin Chuan. He thrust his right hand out in a claw, his dark face twisted with malice.

"Little brat, once I capture you, I have plenty of ways to make you reveal that technique!"

So fast!

The middle-aged man arrived in a heartbeat. Qin Chuan dodged instinctively, tilting his head back, and the rough hand grazed his cheek.

The middle-aged man's speed increased, relentless and without pause, his attacks growing increasingly vicious, each strike intended to cripple Qin Chuan.

After holding out for about a minute, Qin Chuan could no longer match the other's speed. He left an opening and was struck by the middle-aged man.

A sound like a beast tearing through flesh rang out. Caught off guard, Qin Chuan was raked across the back by the middle-aged man, his clothes shredding to reveal raw, bloodied flesh.

"Mount Sumeru Buddha Fist!"

Yet, instead of fear, he felt joy. He had calculated for so long, risking a fatal blow, all for this split second of opportunity.

Tang Hao's focus had wavered for a fleeting moment after wounding Qin Chuan. Though brief, that instant became Qin Chuan's only chance.

An ancient golden Buddha roared as if awakening from a temple, possessing Qin Chuan's body. Golden light erupted, swirling around his iron fist as he slammed it heavily into Tang Hao.

With a thunderous boom, caught off guard by such a blow, Tang Hao was sent flying backward, crashing through several large trees as the very air whistled with the force of the impact.

"Old thing, just you wait. Give me a few months to grow, and I'll slaughter you like a dog!"

Having landed the hit, Qin Chuan didn't hesitate. He pivoted and sprinted in the opposite direction for his life.

Although he had managed to strike Tang Hao, the gap between them was simply too vast to cause any significant damage.

His only option now was to flee deep into the forest, hoping to make Tang Hao wary enough to abandon the pursuit.

Boom!

It was as if a giant beast had awakened.

A terrifying aura erupted from the woods behind him. Qin Chuan's heart tightened, and he had no choice but to accelerate, plunging deeper into the forest.

Perhaps because the aura behind him was too fearsome, no spirit beasts dared to intercept him as he went, all of them keeping a wide distance.

This saved him quite a bit of trouble.

Rumble—a massive hammer suddenly ascended into the sky, shattering the void. Imbued with extreme ferocity, it came crashing down toward Qin Chuan's position.

"Damn it, this old man has gone mad!"

A chill ran down Qin Chuan's spine. He abruptly stopped and veered off in another direction, narrowly evading Tang Hao's terrifying attack.

Boom!

The giant hammer slammed into the earth, causing the entire forest to tremble. A vast expanse of land collapsed, and countless insects and beasts were wiped out in the catastrophe.

"Hmm, those are the auras of those fellows!" Two familiar presences appeared within Tang Hao's spiritual perception, and they happened to be right in front of Qin Chuan.

Tang Hao, who was walking through the void, suddenly stopped, a look of hesitation crossing his face.

He could not afford to cross paths with those people just yet.

Otherwise, something major might happen.

It is not worth it for a mere brat!

"Hmph, brat, die!"

Watching Qin Chuan continue to flee, a flash of ruthlessness crossed the depths of Tang Hao's eyes.

This boy was meticulous, remaining calm even in the face of life and death. He harbored great secrets, and Tang Hao had even suffered a setback due to a moment of negligence.

The legendary Clear Sky Douluo, renowned across the continent, had actually suffered a hidden loss at the hands of a youth. Who would believe it if this got out? It was simply outrageously ferocious.

He could absolutely not allow him to continue growing.

"Brat, die!"

"Seventh Soul Skill—Weapon Soul Avatar!" A massive iron hammer suddenly formed high in the sky.

It was countless times larger than the previous one, blotting out the sun and tearing through space as it slammed down, covering several miles around Qin Chuan.

"Damn it!"

Even Qin Chuan, who had remained calm and composed until now, couldn't help but curse. This old bastard was truly shameless; not only was he bullying the weak, but he had even resorted to his Weapon Soul Avatar. What kind of grudge could they possibly have?

Just you wait. Once he escaped, he would definitely deal with that good-for-nothing son of yours to avenge today's insult—he'd slap him a hundred times!

"Meteor Fall!"

There was no escaping now. Tang Hao clearly intended to kill him in one blow, as the giant hammer covered the entire area for miles.

Even with his speed, it was impossible to escape the attack range in an instant.

At the brink of life and death, Qin Chuan forced himself to calm down. His mind became clear, sharper than it had ever been.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he unleashed the ancient technique once more. However, he was not trying to clash head-on with the giant hammer.

Instead, he concentrated the full power of the ancient technique into his right leg, using high-speed rotation to drill a tunnel into the ground to minimize the damage.

BOOM!

A massive mushroom cloud rose, as if a real missile had struck the earth.

Intense soul power surged, obliterating the surrounding forest and overturning layers of the earth, leaving everything in sight shrouded in darkness.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just then, three figures suddenly broke into the smoke-covered area. The woman in the lead furrowed her brows, her gaze heavy as she looked ahead.

"Miss, there is someone here!"