Tang Hao: You've Gone Too Far | Plundering Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin (Please Read on, and Thanks for All the Recommended Tickets)

Lin Jing narrowed his eyes and looked through the stone wall at the Blue Silver Grass deeper inside.

"Tsk, tsk. It's actually a Blue Silver Emperor."

He deliberately drew out the last syllable, his tone tinged with realization and a hint of amusement.

"No wonder there's a Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone here."

As he spoke, he clicked his tongue.

"Looks like those rumors from back then were all true."

Lin Jing looked at Tang Hao, who had just gotten to his feet, with a half-smile.

"The mighty Clear Sky Douluo really did betray his sect for a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

"Senior..."

Tang Hao's body jerked. He clenched his teeth, swallowed Lin Jing's ridicule, then dropped heavily to his knees again.

This old rat really did live up to his Clear Sky Sect upbringing. He knew how to endure!

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

"That Spirit Bone... I can give it to you..."

Tang Hao lowered his head, his voice hoarse.

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

"But..."

He looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"Ah Yin, right now... she's just an ordinary Blue Silver Grass!"

"She's no different from the ones by the roadside."

"Please, senior. I beg you to show mercy."

At that moment, Tang Hao was simply kneeling on the ground.

His hair was disheveled, and bruises covered his body.

His black robe had long since been soaked through with blood, clinging tightly to him.

Where was the imposing presence of the Clear Sky Douluo now?

He looked just like a stray dog.

A dog with its backbone broken.

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

His face showed not the slightest emotion.

He had never felt sorry for his enemies.

Mercy toward an enemy was cruelty toward yourself.

He had understood that even before transmigrating.

Lin Jing casually waved his hand.

A surge of powerful Soul Power burst out, like an invisible hammer crashing into Tang Hao's chest.

Tang Hao's entire body flew backward.

"Bang—bang—bang—"

He smashed through three or four trees in a row, sending splinters flying and leaves scattering through the air.

At last, he slammed into a pile of rocks and finally came to a stop.

In the few seconds Tang Hao was flying through the air, Lin Jing had already moved.

He reached out and beckoned. A gentle stream of Soul Power slipped deep into the cave.

It drew Ah Yin out.

The Blue Silver Grass landed steadily in his palm.

Its leaves trembled slightly, as if sensing something.

Lin Jing lowered his gaze to it, then looked up at Tang Hao, who was struggling to his feet in the distance.

His eyes brimmed with mockery.

It was the condescending look of a cat toying with a mouse.

The emotions in his heart surged, then finally condensed into one word—

Satisfying!

Damn, this was satisfying!

"Put Ah Yin down!"

Tang Hao struggled to his feet from the pile of rocks.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like an ox.

The aura around him began to surge wildly, rising higher and higher.

His scattered Soul Power whipped his tattered black robe in the wind.

One ring, two rings, three rings...

Spirit Rings began rising in succession from beneath his feet.

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

Then, at the end, the ninth Spirit Ring slowly appeared.

Its color was a shocking blood-red!

The nine Spirit Rings circled Tang Hao's body, moving rapidly and radiating a suffocating pressure.

Tang Hao slowly raised his right hand.

A gigantic Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his grasp.

Red arcs of lightning danced and crackled across its surface.

The aura alone was enough to make the surrounding air feel oppressive.

"Emperor Jing—"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, forcing each word out between them.

"You've gone too far!"

Lin Jing raised an eyebrow.

Oh? Was he baring his fangs now?

Tang Hao's aura was every bit as imposing as the little cat's in her Spinosaurus form.

"So what if I have?"

"In this world, strength has always been what counts."

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

Lin Jing nearly let the secret slip, but fortunately, he was quick-witted and corrected himself in time.

Faced with Tang Hao's imposing aura, Lin Jing didn't so much as change expression.

To Lin Jing, who had activated his one-minute Emperor Jing trial card, this aura was nothing at all.

How big was the gap between Tang Hao and Emperor Jing right now?

About the same as the gap between an ordinary mortal and Tang Hao.

From beginning to end, Lin Jing hadn't even used his Dragon Transformation form.

His human form alone was enough to crush Tang Hao.

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

"Lightning arcs?"

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

Time remaining: fifteen seconds.

There was still enough time.

The dragon tail behind him lashed out.

It was covered in glazed scales, and its swing tore through the air with a sharp whistle.

A lightning arc shot from its tip.

Brighter, faster, and purer than the ones on Tang Hao's hammer.

The air ionized in its wake, crackling with sharp, sizzling sounds.

It struck straight at Tang Hao!

"Seventh Soul Skill, Haotian True Body!"

Tang Hao roared.

The space behind him twisted violently.

A gigantic blood-red apparition appeared, dark crimson from head to toe, its face stern and imposing.

The apparition gazed down at Lin Jing.

Then Tang Hao let out another roar.

"Ring Detonation!"

Three black Spirit Rings flew out at his command.

Breaking free from their usual paths, they flew toward the hands of the Haotian True Body apparition.

The next moment—

"Crack!"

A sharp snap rang out.

All three Spirit Rings shattered at once.

Their fragments transformed into the purest energy, pouring wildly into Tang Hao's body.

"Raaah—!!"

Tang Hao threw back his head and roared.

His muscles swelled, and the veins bulged one after another, as if they were about to burst through his skin.

He swung the Clear Sky Hammer, now swollen to several times its original size, and met the devastating lightning arc with a force that seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth.

Lin Jing stood right where he was, quietly watching Tang Hao fight for his life.

But in his mind, he was weighing something else.

If he killed Tang Hao right now...

Would it affect the course of the story later on?

He thought it over carefully.

Tang Hao didn't seem to have much screen time early on.

There was only one truly critical moment.

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

Tang Hao had suddenly appeared, driven back the people from Spirit Hall with a single strike, and rescued Tang San and Xiao Wu.

That was the only time.

Lin Jing thought it over again and again.

In the end, he shook his head and gave up on killing Tang Hao outright.

He remembered something else.

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

It was with that token that Tang Hao had revealed his identity to Yu Xiaogang.

If Tang Hao died just like this, could Yu Xiaogang, with that pig's brain of his, figure out on his own that Tang San was Tang Hao's son...

That was hard to say.

That useless fool had nothing but a mouthful of plagiarized theories. He had no real ability at all.

If he failed to figure it out, the story might veer off course later on.

Lin Jing didn't want the story to change too much.

It wasn't just because the system still had a story roulette wheel he could use to draw rewards.

More importantly, once the story changed, he would lose the advantage of knowing what was coming.

Then things would become a lot more troublesome.