Tang Hao Begged for Mercy, Baby Dragon Tore Him Apart

Tang Hao's heart lurched. How could a mere little dragon possess such terrifying strength?

How could he know that the Golden Dragon King embodied strength and destruction?

Tang Hao had no time to think. Gritting his teeth, he unleashed the Clear Sky Sect's signature technique—the Great Sumeru Ring Detonation.

"Explode!"

His first golden Spirit Ring burst apart. Terrifying power surged into the Clear Sky Hammer, doubling its strength. Red light blazed from the hammer as it swung through the air with world-ending force.

And that ring was only the beginning. Tang Hao detonated more in rapid succession.

One ring doubled his power. Three shattered space. With five detonated at once, the force he unleashed broke through the Plane's limits.

Tang Hao's eyes burned red. He sacrificed five Spirit Rings to push the Great Sumeru Hammer to its peak, determined to kill Baby Dragon in a single blow.

At last, Baby Dragon's expression turned grave.

Tang Hao had, after all, crushed the Abyssal Sage King to death with a single hammer strike. He had borrowed the power of the entire Plane to do it, but he clearly had some strength of his own.

The successive detonations carried such terrifying force that even Baby Dragon would have trouble taking the blow head-on.

But why would he do that?

This was his domain, his home ground. With the power of the entire Divine Realm at his disposal, how could he fail to deal with one measly Tang Hao?

Baby Dragon snapped his fingers.

"Examination rules: absolute immunity.

Divine Examination energy—draw it in!"

As Baby Dragon drew Divine Power from the Divine Realm to charge his next attack, he invoked the examination rules to nullify half the force of Tang Hao's blow.

At the same time, he unleashed the Golden Dragon King's complete source power. Golden Dragon Tyrant Body activated at full strength, coating him in golden Dragon Scales. His body had reached the level of a First-Class God—more than enough to withstand Tang Hao's attack.

At this point, Baby Dragon was toying with him.

What was Tang Hao, anyway?

A stinking rat who had ridden his son's coattails into the Divine Realm to do menial work, then spent ten thousand years feeding off the lower realm!

Baby Dragon meant to do more than withstand his attack. He would crush him with the backlash.

Once he finished drawing in Divine Power, the strength Golden Dragon Tyrant Body granted him reached its peak.

Baby Dragon turned his wrist and swept the Dragon-Slaying Blade across the heavens and earth. He unleashed the Dragon God's signature killing move—Dragon God Slash.

One slash to end heaven and earth. One slash to slaughter ten thousand gods.

A tightly condensed blade of rainbow-gold light surpassed the limits of the entire Douluo Continent and struck the Clear Sky Hammer Tang Hao had brought crashing down.

Then—

Crack!

The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hands had been strengthened countless times. It was harder than steel and had accompanied him through ten thousand years of battle. Now it split cleanly down the middle, its severed edges smooth.

The destruction of his Martial Soul sent a violent shock through Tang Hao. The terrifying backlash brought him to the brink of collapse.

Between the backlash from his shattered Martial Soul and the immense force rebounding from the detonated rings, his body could not endure it.

Pfft!

Tang Hao spat a mouthful of blood filled with clots from his organs.

Baby Dragon, meanwhile, looked utterly at ease. He had just unleashed a world-ending strike, yet he acted as though nothing had happened.

The sight shattered Tang Hao's resolve.

He realized he was no match for him.

A mere administrator of the Dragon God's Ten Trials possessed such terrifying strength—greater even than his, the Plane Master's.

He could not command Plane Power, but he was still a god-level combatant. And yet he had been defeated this thoroughly.

He had detonated only five rings because, with his current strength, he could detonate all nine. He had wanted to hold the rest in reserve. Instead, his opponent had seen straight through him and destroyed his Martial Soul with one slash, leaving him no power to fight back.

Run. I have to run!

Otherwise, he would die here today.

In truth, even after ten thousand years, he had yet to fully absorb the Plane Master and become the true Plane Master of Douluo Continent.

His son had been helping him all along.

But he was too useless. He admitted it. His wife was no better—after ten thousand years, she still had not fully absorbed the Core of Life.

Fortunately, there was still plenty of time left for their ten-thousand-year plan, so Tang San had not pressed them.

Now every weakness in that plan had been laid bare.

Unable to command Plane Power, he could be slaughtered despite being a Plane Master. Just as he was now.

For now, he had to flee.

As long as I survive, I can try again.

With that thought, Tang Hao forced the last of his Divine Power into his legs and bolted.

Baby Dragon made no move to chase him. He merely snapped his fingers.

"Divine Examination rule: imprisonment."

As the words fell, a spatial barrier enclosed all of Shrek Academy.

Tang Hao, sprinting at full speed, failed to see the invisible barrier and slammed into it.

The force of the collision rebounded into him. Already gravely wounded, he suffered another devastating blow.

Countless cracks spread across his body, leaving it on the verge of falling apart.

Only then did Tang Hao understand how the others had felt.

Before, he had stood above them while those ants could only beg for mercy. Now he was the one being hunted. How ironic.

"Trying to run?

Do you think you can get away?

You crossed me, and you still think you can run?

I told you, even Jesus couldn't save you today."

Baby Dragon flashed forward like a streak of light. He raised the Dragon-Slaying Blade, then brought its peerless edge down in a swift slash.

Slash!

The terrifying blade light tore through space without resistance and struck Tang Hao squarely across both legs.

Two vivid red wounds appeared. Both his legs had been severed cleanly.

With no legs to support him and his body already broken, Tang Hao could no longer keep himself airborne. He plummeted into the Ruins, landing hard in a wretched heap.

His screams rang out. Even the top-tier fighters watching from afar felt a chill.

Both legs cut off at the root—how agonizing must that be?

"Aaaagh!"

Tang Hao could no longer remember the last time he had felt pain. It had been at least ten thousand years.

Golden blood poured from the severed stumps. His face turned white as paper.

Baby Dragon gently beat his wings and landed before Tang Hao. Gripping the Dragon-Slaying Blade in one small dragon claw, he pressed its edge against Tang Hao's face.

"I told you. Killing you would be as easy as killing a dog."

Baby Dragon dragged the blade downward. Even with his careful control, its keen edge sliced through Tang Hao's face and kept going.

He had no intention of killing Tang Hao immediately. He wanted to make him suffer first.

Before Baby Dragon could do anything else, Tang Hao, frightened out of his wits, began to beg.

"Please, please spare me! I'm begging you! Things didn't have to come to this. We have no conflict of interest! Please, be magnanimous. Let me go—treat me like a fart and just let me pass.

My son is Tang San, a God King of the Divine Realm. He holds two God King titles and has immense power. Spare my life, and you'll be rewarded beyond anything you can imagine."

Baby Dragon only scoffed.

"You really do look pathetic."

He lifted the Dragon-Slaying Blade, drew it back a few inches, and swung!

Tang Hao's left arm came off at the shoulder.

"Aaaagh!"

Tang Hao's screams rang out once more.