Out of the corner of his eye, Tang Hao saw the four of them racing away with Tang San between them. They soon vanished into the depths of the night, and his heart finally settled back into his chest.
His son was safe. That alone meant he had not come here for nothing.
Suddenly, he threw back his head and roared with laughter. Infused with soul power, it carried far through the night sky, brimming with boundless exhilaration and mockery. "Good! Good! Good! Well done!"
His laughter rang out again and again, unrestrained and brazen, without the slightest trace of fear.
The Titled Douluos closing in on him wore increasingly ugly expressions.
Tang San had been rescued. Their most important bargaining chip was gone, leaving them with nothing to hold Tang Hao in check. They could not swallow that bitter pill.
His laughter dripped with mockery, as though he were saying, You cast a net across heaven and earth, but what did you catch in the end? Nothing!
As his laughter fell away, Tang Hao swept his gaze over the eleven figures before finally fixing it on the gates of the Spirit Hall. Something difficult to define flickered in his eyes.
The debts between him and the Spirit Hall had only grown more tangled throughout his life.
Before the last echoes of his laughter faded, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted around Tang Hao.
The red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring around him abruptly blazed to life. Crimson light shot skyward, staining half the night sky the color of blood.
Red patterns spread up from the hammer's handle, crawling across its entire body until the hundred-meter weapon had become a blood-red giant hammer.
As the crimson light swirled, an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth burst outward, sending a chill