The Blue Silver Forest Destroyed, Tang Hao's Fury Erupted, and the Slaughter King Gave Chase

In the Star Dou Great Forest.

Tang Hao stopped running.

His broad, rough hand supported a delicate white jade flowerpot.

"Ah Yin, we're home."

The Clear Sky Douluo, whose might had shaken the continent, barely dared to breathe. His voice held a tenderness long absent.

The Blue Silver Forest was where Ah Yin had been born.

But the sight ahead changed the face of this iron-willed man completely.

This should have been a haven lush with greenery and bursting with life.

Instead, the wind carried only the acrid stench of burning and nauseating ash.

Had someone set fire to the mountain and burned down the Blue Silver Forest?

As far as he could see, the ground was scorched.

The Blue Silver Grass that should have grown thick as vines, thriving without end, had all become shriveled, withered remains.

The earth had split apart, crisscrossed by bottomless ravines.

The surviving roots had been severed and left scattered among the ashes.

The Blue Silver Forest was gone.

More precisely, some brutal force had torn it from the map of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Ah Yin, the Blue Silver Grass in the flowerpot, began to tremble violently.

Her two slender leaves drooped helplessly onto Tang Hao's calloused hand.

Drops of water slid down the blades.

They were not dew. They were Ah Yin's tears.

Tang Hao's eyes reddened at once. He could feel the tearing agony deep in his wife's soul.

This land had once nurtured countless members of her kind.

Now they had all become lifeless charcoal.

"Who did this..."

Tang Hao clenched his teeth, killing intent surging through him.

Ah Yin could not answer.

She struggled to hold up her wilted leaves. At their center, a faint but pure golden light slowly appeared.

The supreme bloodline of the Blue Silver