Tang Hao Bleeds Heavily, a Weighty Apology!

Tang San froze where he stood.

His eyes bulged as he watched Tang Hao grip the belt in his hand.

With a crack, the belt lashed through the air with an explosive snap. It did not sound as though Tang Hao had held back at all.

Tang San even had reason to suspect that his old father had infused that midair lash with a bit of Soul Power.

Though it was not the full strength of a Titled Douluo, if this had been an ordinary family's child, one strike from that belt would have sent them straight to heaven in a spiraling explosion.

Tang San had heard every word Tang Hao had just said.

Tang Hao had said he was going to beat his unfilial son to death?

A belt infused with Soul Power...

When he said he would beat him to death, he truly was not joking around?

"Dad, you..."

Tang San could not believe it. It felt as though a fishbone were lodged in his throat. "I clearly did nothing wrong. Do you also think I was wrong about this?"

Crack—

Think your ass!

I sent you to school, but you insisted on raising pigs!

I painstakingly explained so much to you, and you're still going on about whether you were wrong or not!

Is this about right or wrong right now?

Tang Hao was holding back a bellyful of rage.

Without the slightest hesitation, he brought the belt down on Tang San amid an explosive crack.

"Hiss—"

Tang San sucked in a sharp breath.

The instant the belt came down, the clothes on his body immediately burst apart.

Bloody welts visibly appeared beneath Tang San's shredded clothes.

Bruises surfaced, and the swollen flesh turned a dark purplish-black.

Tang San held his breath.

Veins stood out one by one on his clenched fists.

Certain that he had done nothing wrong, he endured it without making a sound. He swallowed all the pain at the back of his throat.

"This Xiao San really has no sense at all!"

"Did I discipline him too little when he was young, so he developed such a stubborn temper?"

"That shouldn't be it. Xiao San used to be quite sensible as a child. Why has he changed after growing up? If he refuses to yield, won't I have to keep beating him?"

Tang Hao's face darkened.

Tang San remained silent, showing no sign of giving in.

The belt raised in Tang Hao's hand had no reason to stop.

"Xiao San, do you truly not know your mistake?" Tang Hao demanded sternly.

Tang San gritted his teeth. "A mistake? Dad, I... I don't think I did anything wrong."

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

The belt came down again and again.

Sharp, crisp sounds rang out.

Tang Hao was helpless. Each strike was a fatherly whipping.

He had always swung a massive hammer without the slightest strain, but now the belt in his hand felt as heavy as a mountain.

Unfilial son!

You unfilial son!

Just groan once already!

Just give in already!

Tang Hao cursed endlessly in his heart.

As he cursed, he kept raising the belt and lashing down.

Ten times, fifty times, a hundred times...

Tang Hao could no longer remember exactly how many times he had struck.

Tang San's upper clothes had been completely torn apart. His body was so red and swollen that not a patch of normal skin remained; it looked as though even a light poke would leave a hole in him.

His body went limp, and the intense pain erupted all at once.

Seeing this,

Tang Hao hurriedly let go of the belt and pulled the pain-fainted Tang San into his arms.

Looking closely, he saw threads of blood slowly seeping from the corner of Tang San's mouth. They were from his gums, bitten open by his tightly clenched teeth.

"Ah, Xiao San, Xiao San."

"If a person is not beaten, they will not grow. You needed this beating!"

Tang Hao let out a heavy sigh in his heart.

Each time the belt had fallen on Tang San, he felt as though it had struck his own body.

Supporting Tang San so that he would not collapse to the ground,

Tang Hao suddenly turned around and looked at Ye Qingtian with an extremely complicated expression.

"Senior, my useless son offended you. I have already severely taught him a lesson!"

"Please, Senior, be magnanimous and do not lower yourself to the level of a child!"

Tang Hao softened his tone.

He forced those words out.

Back then, Tang Hao had been so dashing.

One man, one hammer—he had never feared anyone.

But today...

For Tang San's life,

he forcibly swallowed his humiliation, abandoning his usual ways and feeling so stifled that he was about to explode.

Ye Qingtian raised an eyebrow slightly.

He calmly studied Tang Hao's submissive appearance, somewhat surprised that Tang Hao had been ruthless enough to strike Tang San.

Qian Renxue was equally astonished. Tang Hao's direct attack on Tang San had still caught her somewhat off guard.

For Tang Hao to do this today was no less unlikely than the sun rising in the west.

Surprised by all this, Qian Renxue glanced sideways at Ye Qingtian.

Ye Qingtian was the one who had ultimately arranged this matter. She found that she could not quite understand Ye Qingtian, nor did she know how her Grandpa Tian intended to resolve the current situation.

Tang Hao had been watching Ye Qingtian's reaction all along.

Seeing that Ye Qingtian remained silent, his expression still indifferent,

a conflicted gleam suddenly flashed through Tang Hao's eyes, and his face turned extremely ugly.

He lowered his head to look at Tang San, who had already passed out from pain in his arms, then went over the thoughts in his mind once more.

"Hoo..."

After letting out a heavy breath, Tang Hao's voice grew several degrees hoarser. "If you feel that whipping alone is not enough, Senior, I can offer compensation for this matter!"

"I am willing to offer a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone in exchange for your forgiveness, Senior, and let this matter be put behind us."

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?

The moment those words were spoken, gasps rose from the surrounding crowd.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened considerably, while Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo also stared at Tang Hao in astonishment.

As expected of Tang Hao! As expected of this generation's Clear Sky Douluo!

With such boldness, we willingly concede defeat!

He could actually resist absorbing a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone and keep it in reserve as part of his collection.

Incredible~!

Qian Renxue was also stunned on the spot.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone was an incomparably rare treasure!

One had to know that in the world of Soul Masters, a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone meant nothing but bloody storms.

To protect Tang San, Tang Hao was actually willing to part with such a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?

It had to be said—

Ruthless! Ruthless enough!

Ye Qingtian raised his eyebrows.

Tang Hao's offer caught even him by surprise.

Tang Hao was actually bleeding this heavily!

"Interesting. As expected of someone from the Tang Family. As long as they can protect their own brat, they will do anything."

"He can even offer a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone as compensation. He truly is going all out. If I remember correctly, the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone on Tang Hao should have been left to him by Ah Yin?"

"By that count, Tang San was not only whipped unconscious with the Seven Wolves today, but he was also about to drag his own mother's bones into this."

"The Tang Family's protection of their young truly lives up to its reputation!"

Ye Qingtian's continued silence was like an enormous boulder pressing tightly against Tang Hao's heart.

Tang Hao's heartbeat slowed considerably as he stared unblinkingly at Ye Qingtian.

"Senior, a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone as compensation!"

"I wonder... would that be enough?!"