Tang Hao: Going Too Far | Plundering the Blue Silver Emperor A-Yin

Lin Jing narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through the stone wall to the Blue Silver Grass deep within.

"Tsk tsk, to think it's actually a Blue Silver Emperor."

He deliberately drew out the end of his sentence, his tone carrying a hint of realization mixed with a touch of amusement.

"No wonder there's a hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone here."

As he spoke, he clicked his tongue.

"It seems those rumors from back then were all true."

Lin Jing looked at Tang Hao, who had just stood up, with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"The dignified Haotian Douluo actually betrayed his own sect for the sake of a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast."

"Senior..."

Tang Hao's body trembled violently. Gritting his teeth, he swallowed the humiliation of Lin Jing's mockery and knelt down heavily once more.

This old rat, he truly lived up to his Clear Sky Sect roots; he really knew how to endure!

Tang Hao's knees slammed into the dirt with a dull thud.

"That spirit bone, you can have it..."

Tang Hao kept his head low, his voice raspy.

"Consider it... consider it an apology for that child."

"But..."

He raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"A-Yin, she is just an ordinary Blue Silver Grass now!"

"There is no difference between her and the ones on the side of the road."

"I beg you, Senior, please show mercy."

At this moment, Tang Hao remained kneeling on the ground.

His hair was disheveled, and his body was covered in bruises.

The black robe he wore had long since been soaked through with blood, clinging tightly to his frame.

Where was the majesty of the Haotian Douluo now?

He looked exactly like a stray dog.

A dog with its spine broken.

Yet Lin Jing just stood there, looking down at him from above.

There wasn't a ripple of emotion on his face.

He never felt pity for his enemies.

Mercy toward an enemy was cruelty to oneself.

He had understood this principle long before he transmigrated.

Lin Jing flicked his hand casually.

A thick surge of Spirit Power erupted, acting like an invisible giant hammer that slammed fiercely into Tang Hao's chest.

Tang Hao was sent flying backward instantly.

"Bang—bang—bang—"

His body crashed through three or four large trees in succession, sending wood chips flying and leaves raining down.

He finally came to a stop only after slamming into a pile of jagged rocks.

In the few moments it took for him to be sent flying, Lin Jing had already moved.

He reached out and beckoned, a gentle stream of Spirit Power probing deep into the cave.

He plucked A-Yin out.

The Blue Silver Grass landed steadily in his palm.

The blades of grass trembled slightly, as if sensing something.

Lin Jing looked down at it, then raised his eyes to look at Tang Hao, who was struggling to climb to his feet in the distance.

His gaze was full of mockery.

It was the look of a cat playing with a mouse from a position of absolute superiority.

The emotions churning within him finally coalesced into a single word—

Satisfying!

It was fucking satisfying!

"Put A-Yin down!"

Tang Hao struggled to stand up from the pile of rocks.

His eyes were blood-red, and he was panting like an ox.

The aura around his body began to climb crazily, surging upward step by step.

The overflowing Spirit Power caused his tattered black robe to snap violently in the wind.

One ring, two rings, three rings...

Spirit Rings began to rise from beneath his feet in sequence.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

And finally, the ninth Spirit Ring slowly emerged.

Its color was a shocking, blood-red!

Nine Spirit Rings pulsed rapidly around Tang Hao's body, emitting a suffocating pressure.

Tang Hao slowly raised his right hand.

A massive Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his palm.

Arcs of red lightning danced and crackled across the surface of the hammer.

The mere aura radiating from it made the surrounding air feel heavy and oppressive.

"Emperor Jing—"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, the words forced out through the gaps in his teeth.

"You have gone too far!"

Lin Jing raised an eyebrow.

Oh, is he getting angry?

Tang Hao's current aura was no less than that of the little cat when she activated her Spined Dragon form.

"And if I have?"

"In this world, strength has always been the only thing that matters."

"Just like how you bullied my... little Jing earlier."

Lin Jing almost let it slip, but fortunately, his mind was quick, and he corrected himself in time.

Facing Tang Hao's aura, Lin Jing remained unmoved.

To Lin Jing, who had activated the one-minute Emperor Jing trial card, this level of pressure wasn't even worth mentioning.

How large was the gap between the current Tang Hao and Emperor Jing?

It was roughly the same as the gap between an ordinary mortal and Tang Hao.

From start to finish, Lin Jing hadn't even used his Dragon Transformation form.

To deal with a Tang Hao, his human-form physical body was more than enough to crush him.

In this era, aside from the Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi on the ocean and Qian Daoliu in Spirit Hall, no one was worth him using his Dragon Transformation.

"Lightning arcs?"

Lin Jing glanced at the system panel floating in the corner of his vision.

Remaining time: fifteen seconds.

There was still enough time.

The dragon tail behind him lashed out violently.

It was a dragon tail covered in glazed scales, creating a sonic boom as it whipped through the air.

A bolt of lightning shot out from the tip of the dragon tail.

It was brighter, faster, and purer than the ones on Tang Hao's hammer.

Wherever the lightning passed, the air ionized, emitting a sharp "crackle" sound.

It struck straight toward Tang Hao!

"Seventh Spirit Skill, Haotian True Body!"

Tang Hao roared.

The space behind him distorted violently.

A massive blood-colored phantom emerged, dark red in color with a majestic face.

The phantom looked down at Lin Jing from above.

Immediately after, Tang Hao let out another roar.

"Ring Detonation!"

Three black Spirit Rings flew out in response.

They broke away from their original rhythm and flew toward the hands of the Haotian True Body phantom.

The next second,

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The three Spirit Rings shattered simultaneously.

The fragments transformed into the purest energy, pouring crazily into Tang Hao's body.

"Yaaah—!!"

Tang Hao roared at the sky.

Every muscle in his body bulged, and veins popped out one by one, as if they were about to burst through his skin.

He swung the Clear Sky Hammer, which had also expanded several times in size, meeting the ultimate lightning arc with the force of a world-shattering blow.

Lin Jing stood where he was, watching Tang Hao's desperate stance calmly.

Yet, he was calculating something else in his mind.

If he killed Tang Hao right now...

Would it affect the trajectory of the plot later on?

He recalled the details carefully.

Tang Hao didn't actually have much screen time in the early stages.

There was only one moment that could truly be considered a key node.

During the Spirit Master Tournament, when Xiao Wu's identity was exposed.

Tang Hao appeared suddenly, forcing back the people from Spirit Hall with a single hammer strike and saving Tang San and Xiao Wu.

That was the only time.

Lin Jing thought it over and over.

In the end, he shook his head, dismissing the idea of killing Tang Hao outright.

He remembered something else.

Tang Hao had once given Yu Xiaogang an Elder Token from Spirit Hall.

It was precisely by using that token that Tang Hao had revealed his identity to Yu Xiaogang.

If Tang Hao died just like that, with Yu Xiaogang's pig-brained intellect, could he deduce on his own that Tang San was Tang Hao's son...

That was hard to say.

That waste of space had no real ability, aside from a mouth full of plagiarized theories.

If he couldn't figure it out, the subsequent plot might deviate.

Lin Jing didn't want the plot to change significantly.

It wasn't just because the system had a plot roulette for draws.

The more important reason was that once the plot changed, he would lose the advantage of his foresight.

When that happened, things would become much more troublesome.