Tang Hao's Death

With Su Qi gripping his neck one-handed, the fear in Tang Hao's eyes gradually intensified.

Who could have imagined that in just six years, Su Qi had grown from a six-year-old child into someone terrifying enough to crush a Titled Douluo with a mere gesture!

What terrified Tang Hao most was that Yu Xiaogang had merely offended Su Qi, only to be blown apart on the spot, leaving not even flesh or blood behind.

As Su Qi's sworn mortal enemy, Tang Hao's fate would inevitably be a hundred times more painful and ten thousand times more miserable than Yu Xiaogang's!

Realizing this, Tang Hao's pupils contracted sharply, and the fear in his eyes was entirely replaced by despair.

He was not afraid of death. After roaming the continent for half his life, he had long since seen through life and death.

But the one thing he could not let go of was his son, Tang San.

Tang San was only twelve and bore the Sea God Inheritance. He should have ascended to godhood in the future and looked down upon all living beings. He absolutely could not be buried here alongside him!

As that thought settled, a trace of desperate hope appeared in Tang Hao's eyes.

He cast aside all dignity, looked at Su Qi humbly, and pleaded, "His Holiness the Pope, I beg you."

"The attempt to kill you six years ago was entirely my doing! Let all hatred fall upon me alone!"

"Whether you wish to strip my Soul Bones alive or make me explode to death, I will leave myself at your disposal. I only ask that you spare Tang San! If you spare him, not only will I make him abandon all hatred toward you, I will also make him obey your every command in the