Shi Hao Slapped Tang San's Dog Face Swollen, Tyrannizing the Hypocrite Tang San with the Bearing of a Heavenly Emperor

Under the moonlight, Shi Hao's figure appeared ever taller and more imposing. He stood there like a war god, looking coldly down at Tang San beneath his feet. A sharp killing intent shone from his eyes.

Tang San cried out in pain, the muscles in his face twisting from agony. Beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, mixing with his nosebleed as they streamed over his cheeks and into his mouth.

It had to be said that since awakening the Blue Silver Emperor and leaving Slaughter City, this was the first time Tang San had been reduced to such a state. His originally delicate yet handsome face now looked especially miserable.

I can't just sit here and wait to die. I have to fight back...

Tang San clenched his left hand and let out an angry roar, struggling to release his second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer.

Blue light surged from his palm, condensing into that mighty, domineering hammer. Yet his left leg was as stiff as a wooden stick, unable to move in the slightest. After summoning the Clear Sky Hammer, his body convulsed as if seized by spasms.

Tang San lay on the cold ground and swung the Clear Sky Hammer with all his strength, trying to smash Shi Hao's leg. The hammer streaked through the air in a flash of light, twisting the air in its path as if it were about to tear apart. The power of that blow was clear to see.

However, Shi Hao was not frightened. His figure blurred once more as he used the Kunpeng Extreme Speed Art again. Like a gust of wind, he drifted lightly past Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer and appeared at Tang San's side.

A hint of amusement flashed through Shi Hao's eyes as he viciously kicked Tang San.

Tang San was sent flying like a sandbag. His body tumbled helplessly through the air before crashing heavily into a wall. The impact left a human-shaped crater in the wall. Tang San lay within it without moving, while only blood from his nose and dust continued to fall, creating a brutal and desolate sight.

The air around them seemed to freeze, leaving only Shi Hao's indifferent gaze and Tang San's pained groans.

The faint light on the street flickered amid the battle like a candle in the wind, casting shadows over this life-and-death confrontation.

After falling again, Tang San's expression of pain deepened, as though his skin had been slashed by blades. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which looked especially glaring beneath the moonlight.

His gaze was venomous, like that of an enraged tiger, filled with hatred for the white-robed man before him.

"A tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs. If I, Tang San, were at my peak, how could I be humiliated by you like this?"

Tang San's voice was filled with indignation and fury. A resolute light flashed in his eyes, as if telling Shi Hao that he, Tang San, would not be defeated so easily.

Yet Shi Hao merely sneered. His figure blurred again, and he instantly appeared before Tang San. He viciously slapped Tang San across the face, sending him rolling several times across the ground.

Tang San's left cheek immediately swelled up as if he had been stung by hornets.

"Tang San, today I'll see just how hard your mouth really is."

Shi Hao sneered. His figure wavered in Tang San's vision, and the speed of the Kunpeng Extreme Speed Art was simply beyond Tang San's imagination.

Tang San was now barely alive. He lay sprawled on the ground, blood pouring from his mouth and staining the earth. His eyes were filled with fear and despair. Shi Hao merely looked at him calmly, but the pride and killing intent in his gaze made Tang San's heart turn cold.

"Tang San, if you want to live, call me Dad. Say, 'Dad, I was wrong,' and Dad will let you go. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving here alive today."

Shi Hao's words were like Death's scythe, slicing through Tang San's heart.

At those words, overwhelming fear surged within Tang San. He felt as though he had been drenched from head to toe in icy water, and the cold made his entire body tremble.

He tried to move his body, only to discover that he had almost completely exhausted his strength. He could only drag himself forward, barely clinging to life.

Tang San pressed both hands tightly against the ground, his fingers turning white from exertion. He inched forward bit by bit, like an injured old dog searching for its only path to survival.

"Am I, the mighty Blue Hao King Tang San, really going to fall into the hands of a Spirit Hall lackey today?"

He roared inwardly, but the sound was so weak. Was his pride, his dignity, and his life all going to end like this?

Just then, a streak of red light tore through the darkness before him. It was his brother, Ma Hongjun, rushing over like a phoenix blazing with flames.

Ma Hongjun's figure was especially conspicuous in the night sky, wreathed in purplish-red flames and looking incredibly imposing.

During this operation to surround and attack the Main Spirits Palace of Tiangeng City, Tang San had been full of confidence and chosen to challenge them alone, while Ma Hongjun had been responsible for setting fire to the Main Spirits Palace to distract the enemy.

Now, Ma Hongjun had completed his task, clearing out all the remaining guards inside the Main Spirits Palace and rushing over to meet up with Tang San.

The moment Tang San saw Ma Hongjun arrive, he cried out for help, his voice full of urgency and expectation. "Fatty, save me! Save me, quickly!"

His voice echoed through the night sky and reached Ma Hongjun's ears, making his heart tighten.

Shi Hao also raised his eyes toward the night sky. He saw Ma Hongjun, that somewhat plump man wreathed in flames.

When Ma Hongjun saw Tang San lying face-down on the cold street with blood all over his face, his heart jolted violently. He was utterly shocked, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Third Brother... the man who had always been as unyielding as a god in his heart was now lying on the ground like a destitute beggar. He looked utterly wretched.

"Third Brother... what happened? You, you, you..."

Ma Hongjun's voice trembled so badly that he could barely speak. He froze in midair, staring at the scene before him in disbelief. This was far too different from what he had imagined.

Indeed, Ma Hongjun had never seen Tang San in such a bedraggled state. In his eyes, his Third Brother was like a god, capable of anything.

He even believed that even if Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and he himself joined forces, they still would not be Tang San's match.

That was enough to show just how powerful Tang San was during this period.

Unfortunately, Tang San truly was not in good condition right now. Willow Deity's seemingly casual strike had inflicted wounds on him that were impossible to heal.

If he had not been severely wounded by Willow Deity, then even if Shi Hao's soul power had reached level 60 and he possessed the Kunpeng Extreme Speed Art and that willow branch, he would not have defeated Tang San so easily.

At this moment, Ma Hongjun's heart was filled with anger and anxiety. He hurried toward Tang San, moving like a red bolt of lightning as he instantly crossed the distance between them.

Seeing the plump Ma Hongjun descend from the sky, Tang San, who was lying on the ground, immediately shouted at the top of his lungs without regard for his image.

"Fatty, quick! Kill the person behind me! He's from Spirit Hall."