Kill Tang San, Choose Two of Four? Forcing Xiao Wu to Sacrifice Herself and Transforming Her into Hundred-Thousand-Year Light and Dark Twin Holy Dragons Soul Rings and Spirit Bones

Blazing Divine Dragon sword energy suddenly streaked through the air.

Squelch!

Blood burst forth.

Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao had been renowned across the continent for decades and had once single-handedly inflicted grievous wounds on Spirit Hall's previous Supreme Pontiff.

His head, caked with dust and blood, rolled into the dirt.

His headless body swayed twice, then crashed heavily into a crater of rubble with a boom, all signs of life extinguished.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Across the vast plaza amid the ruins of the Papal Hall, even the breathing of the thousands of Heaven Dou Imperial Guards, Holy Dragon Sect elites, and Spirit Hall deacons seemed to have been forcibly cut off at that moment.

Everyone's pupils contracted violently, their throats seemingly clamped shut by an invisible hand.

Dead?

Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao had died, just like that?

There had been no earth-shattering clash between gods, no prolonged struggle that moved mountains and filled seas.

There had only been one cold, merciless dragon sword strike and a head rolling into the dirt.

The one who killed him was not even a long-established Titled Douluo, but a boy who had only just turned fourteen!

"Father!!"

A heart-rending wail tore through the suffocating silence.

Tang San lay pressed against the ground, his eyes utterly drenched in bloody tears.

He stretched out his trembling hands with all his strength, trying to crawl toward Tang Hao's cold corpse.

But his broken ribs and dissipated soul power made every inch he moved come with violent mouthfuls of coughed-up blood.

"Yin Changqing!

You beast!

You killed my father!"

Veins bulged on Tang San's forehead. His face twisted like a fiend that had crawled out of hell, and he spat bloody froth mixed with fragments of his organs as he shrieked curses like a madman:

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