Miss, There's Someone Here!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Qin Chuan attacked the middle-aged man relentlessly, like an immortal. Each time, he managed to hold out for only a few minutes before being blasted back to the ground.

His injuries kept growing worse, yet the moment he hit the ground, he would get back up and attack again.

Boom!

Amidst the clouds of dust, Qin Chuan was sent crashing to the ground once more. He was covered in wounds, and his white clothes were stained crimson with blood.

"Killing you would be as easy as crushing an ant. I don't even need to use a Soul Ring. The pressure of my Soul Power alone is enough to keep you on your knees."

A pressure vast as mountains and seas swept in every direction. The middle-aged man then gathered it all and focused it on that patch of space, trying to crush Qin Chuan's bones and pin him to the ground so he could never rise again.

He was astonished by Qin Chuan's will, but right now, he hated this feeling. Aside from Tang San, he didn't want to care about anyone else.

"First the young one, then the old one—and now an even older one! You, a wretched old bastard who cultivates no virtue, actually think you can humiliate me like this? Dream on!"

A series of cracks and pops sounded from his bones. Every part of his body was close to breaking.

Yet Qin Chuan paid it no heed. Enduring the pain, he struggled back to his feet under the middle-aged man's astonished gaze and withstood the pressure.

The middle-aged man praised him. "Such a powerful body. No wonder you made Zhao Wuji suffer. It seems you've had quite an encounter of your own."

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

The middle-aged man abruptly changed his tone and said coolly, "Hand over the cultivation method you practice. For my son's sake, I can let you die quickly."

His words were steeped in domineering arrogance. With a single sentence, he meant to seize Qin Chuan's entire cultivation system, as if it were only right and proper.

Even Qin Chuan was taken aback by that shameless face. Sure enough, the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered.

"So they're father and son. The son steals Soul Beasts, and the father steals cultivation methods. No wonder you're both so revolting. With a Titled Douluo backing him, who knows how many people he's harmed over the years? Aren't you afraid you'll get what's coming to you?"

Perhaps the word "retribution" had struck a nerve. The middle-aged man, whose face had been impassive until now, twisted with rage.

"Retribution? I was only thinking of my son. Why should I suffer retribution? That's just how the world works."

"If I hadn't been weak back then, how could Ah Yin have died!"

A blur flashed by. The middle-aged man darted forward and appeared in front of Qin Chuan in an instant, his right hand reaching out like a claw. His dark face was filled with murderous intent.

"Little brat, once I've captured you, I'll have ways to make you tell me your cultivation method!"

So fast!

The middle-aged man had crossed the distance in an instant. Qin Chuan dodged on instinct, leaning his head back as the rough hand passed within a hair's breadth of his cheek.

The middle-aged man moved faster and faster, barely pausing between attacks. Each blow grew more vicious, aimed at crippling Qin Chuan.

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

A sound like a beast tearing flesh rang out. Caught off guard, Qin Chuan was raked across the back. His clothes ripped, and his fair skin was streaked with blood.

"Mount Sumeru Buddha Fist!"

But instead of being alarmed, he was overjoyed. He had schemed for so long and risked his life for this tiny window of opportunity.

After clawing Qin Chuan, Tang Hao's mind had slackened for a single instant. It was a fleeting lapse, but that brief moment was Qin Chuan's only chance.

An ancient golden Buddha roared, as if awakening from a temple, and appeared over Qin Chuan. Golden light flared around his iron fist as he slammed it hard into Tang Hao.

With a deafening crash, Tang Hao was caught off guard by the punch and sent flying far away. Several trees snapped beneath him, and the air shrieked as it was torn apart.

"You old bastard, just you wait! Give me a few months to grow stronger, and killing you will be as easy as slaughtering a dog!"

After landing the blow, Qin Chuan didn't hesitate. He spun around and sprinted in the opposite direction for his life.

Although he had caught Tang Hao off guard and struck him, the gap between them was simply too great. He couldn't possibly inflict much damage.

His only option was to run deeper into the forest and hope Tang Hao would grow wary and abandon the chase.

Boom!

It was as if a giant beast had awakened.

An incredibly terrifying aura erupted from the woods behind him. Qin Chuan's heart tightened, and he could only force himself to run faster, fleeing deeper into the forest.

Perhaps the aura behind him was simply too terrifying. As he ran deeper, not a single Soul Beast dared block his way; they all kept their distance.

That saved him a great deal of trouble.

Rumble! A giant hammer suddenly rose into the air, shattering the void. It brimmed with dreadful might before smashing down toward Qin Chuan.

"Damn it, that old bastard's gone mad!"

A chill ran down Qin Chuan's spine. He hurriedly checked his momentum and bolted in another direction, narrowly escaping Tang Hao's fearsome attack.

Boom!

The giant hammer slammed into the earth. The entire forest seemed to shudder as vast tracts of land collapsed, and countless poisonous insects and ferocious beasts were crushed beneath the disaster.

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

Tang Hao, who had been walking through the air, suddenly stopped. A look of hesitation crossed his face.

He couldn't meet those people just yet.

Otherwise, something terrible might happen.

This brat wasn't worth it!

"Hmph, brat, die!"

Watching Qin Chuan continue to flee, a ruthless glint flashed deep in Tang Hao's eyes.

This boy was meticulous, keeping his head even on the brink of death. He had a great secret, and Tang Hao had even suffered a setback because of a moment's carelessness.

The legendary Haotian Douluo, famed across the continent, had actually suffered a hidden loss at the hands of a boy. Who would believe that if it got out? It was utterly outrageous.

He absolutely couldn't let the boy grow any stronger.

"Brat, die!"

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

It was countless times larger than the previous one, blotting out the sky and smashing through space as it crashed down. It covered several miles around Qin Chuan.

"Damn it!"

Even Qin Chuan, who had remained calm until now, couldn't help cursing. That old bastard truly had no shame. Not only was he bullying someone weaker than himself, he'd even used his Martial Soul Avatar! What on earth had Qin Chuan done to deserve this?

Just wait. Once he escaped, he'd teach that good-for-nothing son a lesson to avenge today's grudge. He'd slap him across the face a hundred times!

"Meteor Fall!"

There was no escaping. Tang Hao clearly meant to kill him in one blow, and the giant hammer covered several miles around him.

No matter how fast Qin Chuan was, he couldn't get out of the attack's range in an instant.

At the brink of life and death, Qin Chuan forced himself to calm down. His thoughts cleared, and he felt more lucid than ever before.

Suddenly, inspiration struck, and he used the ancient art again. But this time, he wasn't going to meet the giant hammer head-on.

Instead, he focused the ancient art's full power on his right leg, spinning at high speed to drill a tunnel into the ground and minimize the damage as much as possible.

Boom!

A gigantic mushroom cloud rose, as if a real missile had struck the ground.

Powerful Soul Power surged through everything, shattering the surrounding forest. Several layers of earth were upheaved, and everything in sight was shrouded in gloom.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just then, three figures suddenly rushed into the smoke-covered area. At their head, a woman furrowed her delicate brows and stared ahead, her gaze grave.

"Miss, there's someone here!"