Tang Hao's Death (1)

"Since my blood has such an effect, Dong'er, come."

Biting the tip of her tongue, Xiao Wu shyly closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly.

Wang Dong'er: ???

No, brother.

This shouldn't be right.

Tang Hao had originally intended to strike directly, take Xiao Wu away, and kill Wang Dong'er.

But seeing this scene, he was suddenly struck by the idea of slowly tormenting Wang Dong'er and Xiao Wu.

The relationship between these two was fundamentally wrong.

The transformed little rabbit actually chose a girl over his son—was his, Tang Hao's, son really that inferior?

Just as Wang Dong'er was at a loss, an irresistible pressure crashed down upon her.

This pressure was terrifying for only an instant; to avoid crushing them both to death, it was immediately lowered to the level of a Soul King.

Having undergone the Ice and Fire Golden Body, Wang Dong'er possessed immense physical strength. To her, the Soul King-level pressure felt like nothing more than carrying a heavy stone on her back, causing no other ill effects.

Tang Hao still made his move...

Xiao Wu was struck with great alarm, unable to move a muscle where she stood. Even turning her eyes to look at Wang Dong'er was a luxury she couldn't afford. Just as she struggled desperately to resist, a hoarse, angry roar exploded within her mental sea.

The calm surface of the sea churned with waves, and the backlash of mental energy caused her to let out a muffled groan before losing consciousness.

"Sister Xiao Wu!"

Wang Dong'er caught the falling Xiao Wu, her heart filled with fury.

Suddenly sensing the pressure on her body intensifying, she had no choice but to gently push Xiao Wu aside to avoid collateral damage.

"To think you have broken through to become a thirty-sixth-level Soul Elder so quickly. Even the pressure of a Soul King cannot affect you; it is truly shocking."

The voice came from all directions, yet it seemed to ring right beside her ear.

It was incredibly hoarse and weathered by time.

Deep within the bamboo forest, a tall man draped in a black robe walked slowly forward. Wherever he passed, everything was frozen by his own killing intent.

"Who... are... you?"

Under the pressure, Wang Dong'er spoke with great difficulty. The sixty-fifth-level Soul Power pressure rendered her completely immobile.

Sweat poured from her entire body, only to be frozen by the chilling killing intent, and a layer of frost quickly formed on her skin.

Although this cold killing intent was not as potent as the ice-attribute energy of the Yin-Yang Well, it was impossible to resist; only killing intent could overcome killing intent.

Under the stimulation of that aura, Wang Dong'er trembled all over.

She used Martial Soul Possession to resist with all her might, only just managing to keep her back straight.

Three rings, all ten-thousand-year?

Seeing this soul ring configuration, Tang Hao abruptly froze the Soul Power pressure he was exerting.

Soul rings matching one's attributes, and the higher the age of the soul ring, the greater the power—this was a well-known theory in the soul world.

In other words, the little Soul Elder before him already possessed combat power rivaling a Soul King.

Three ten-thousand-year rings—as a titled powerhouse who had roamed the continent, Tang Hao knew all too well what such a configuration represented.

If Wang Dong'er were allowed to develop normally, she would absolutely have the ability to hunt Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts and attach ten-thousand-year soul rings and bones to herself.

Tang Hao calmed his agitated emotions, raised a hand, and pulled back his hood, revealing a plain, weathered, dark-skinned face.

"Want to be a ghost who knows the truth? Simple. Tell me the secret of your third soul ring."

"Heh, ptooey!"

Wang Dong'er sneered and used all her strength to spit at Tang Hao. Although it caused no damage, it was highly insulting, especially since the target was a Titled Douluo.

"I don't even need to guess; you must be that missing blacksmith father Tang San keeps talking about."

"We just fell out with Tang San, and you show up right on our heels. There is no one Xiao Wu and I have offended who would stand up for Tang San, other than you, the vanished blacksmith father, or Yu Xiaogang."

"Do you think you're very clever?"

With a cold snort, Tang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, and the pressure weighing on Wang Dong'er surged back up to the Soul King level.

Wang Dong'er braced herself, feeling as if Mount Tai were pressing down upon her... but wasn't this also a way to train her endurance, tolerance, and physical body?

"Whether you're clever or not, I don't need to say."

"Not only do I know you're Tang San's father, but I also know you are that very Tang Hao who ambushed the former Pope of Martial Soul Hall, failed to report it to the sect afterward, caused the Clear Sky Sect and its four affiliated sects to suffer heavy casualties, and then hid away like a coward."

"Oh, and the most ridiculous part is that the Clear Sky Sect's leader at the time, Tang Zhen, was literally angered to death by you, his rebellious son."

"Clear Sky Douluo is truly worthy of the name; just by moving your hands and feet, you managed to anger a Titled Douluo to death. You will surely go down in history!"

Wang Dong'er did not spare any praise; she liked Tang Hao far too much!

Tang Hao was also incredibly agitated. He could not refute what Wang Dong'er said and could only endure it. The only way he could respond was with his ever-thickening killing intent and his constantly rising pressure!

But he wanted the secret of Wang Dong'er's three rings, and he couldn't crush her to death just to vent his anger, so he had no choice but to lower the pressure he had just raised...

"I must say, you really are quite foolish. Since you've gone off to be a blacksmith, why didn't you change your name?"

"Let me pick a name for you; how about Tang Tieniu?"

"Although you look rather average, your build is very sturdy, just like an ox."

"If you don't like the name Tieniu, you could change it to... Tang Jieshi. This name sounds like a simple, common blacksmith the moment you hear it..."

Wang Dong'er chattered on incessantly. Protected by the Sea God's Divine Sense, she could no longer feel the pressure weighing down on her.

Tang Hao's complexion gradually turned leaden, his breathing growing incredibly heavy—just as Wang Dong'er had said, like a sturdy old ox.

"You're quite the talker, aren't you? In a moment, I'll tear that tongue right out of your mouth."

"If you keep spouting nonsense and refuse to reveal the secret of the third soul ring, I'll start by taking a knife to the person you care about most."

With a flick of his mind, Tang Hao wrapped his Soul Power around Xiao Wu and pulled her to his side.

He felt a sudden headache.

Facing an enemy far stronger than themselves, a normal person would beg for mercy and accept their fate, but Wang Dong'er? She was clearly the type who didn't fear death at all.

"I'm sorry, Senior, I was wrong. If you have any grievances, take them out on me, but please don't hurt Sister Xiao Wu."

Wang Dong'er said with a serious expression.

She couldn't be bothered to utter any threats; saying them would only make Tang Hao laugh his head off to no effect. It was better to just act.

This was the attitude an ant ought to have.

His tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and Tang Hao couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"You're just a little girl, how could you possibly know what happened back then?"

"It's simple, because I am also a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect."

As soon as the words left her lips, Tang Hao felt insulted once again.

Just as he was about to fly into a rage and use Xiao Wu's suffering to strike fear into Wang Dong'er, he saw her deactivate her Martial Soul Possession. She raised her right hand and reached into the void.

As if pulling on a massive object, she slowly drew her right hand back. Soon, the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul—the one he was most familiar with, identical in every way to his own—was pulled out by Wang Dong'er with a single hand.