Ring Detonation? Tang Hao, How Did You End Up Like a Dead Dog? A Groveling Tang San: Let My Father Go, Let Xiao Wu Go!

"Why should the lives of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's five thousand disciples and its legacy of thousands of years be buried alongside your selfish desires, Tang San?!"

"Because of your talent, Tang San?

Because of those iron-tube hidden weapons of yours, all show and no substance?

Or because of your father Tang Hao's crippled body, already halfway into the grave?!"

"Are you worthy?"

Boom!

Those final words, "Are you worthy?" struck like an invisible warhammer, smashing deep into Tang San's soul!

Tang San froze utterly in place, his eyes vacant and unfocused, his mind completely blank.

"Are you worthy..."

"I'm not worthy..."

Pfft!

The overwhelming humiliation, betrayal, and despair instantly broke through Tang San's defenses.

He threw back his head and sprayed a mouthful of scorching blood, trembling like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

All that supposed camaraderie, all those supposed ties with sects.

At that moment, Ning Fengzhi tore them to shreds with the coldest, most pragmatic weighing of gains and losses!

Ning Rongrong lay crumpled on the ground. Listening to her father's words, each one stabbing straight into the heart, her sobbing gradually stopped.

As though her soul had been drained away, she stared blankly at Tang San, then at her expressionless father.

For the first time, she truly understood just how cold the sect she had always relied upon could be when faced with a choice of interests that determined its survival.

Meanwhile, in midair, Tang Hao's face instantly shifted from terror to utter fury and venomous hatred upon hearing Ning Fengzhi's uncompromising refusal!

"Ning Fengzhi!!

You hypocrite!

You turtle hiding in your shell!!"

Tang Hao roared hysterically. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand trembled violently, radiating a savage black light:

"Back then, even your father had to show me some deference!