"I fell into his trap!"
Tang San's warning brought Tang Hao to his senses.
Yes, it seemed the other man had been leading him around by the nose from the very beginning.
But there was nothing he could do about it.
Who could blame him when Ghost Douluo was such an expert at getting under his skin, always making him feel that he was just a hair away from landing a blow?
The next moment, Tang Hao abruptly pulled back, then struck again!
"Seventy-Two Route Hammer Technique!"
At Tang Hao's sharp cry, Tang San saw his father's figure begin to blur.
His attacks were no longer confined to where Ghost Douluo stood, but swept across and blanketed a vast area.
What a terrifying aura! What an overbearing hammer technique!
Was this one of the Clear Sky Sect's secret arts?
Tang San froze at the sight, his eyes brimming with longing.
He instinctively took this hammer technique for a supreme art of the Clear Sky Sect and yearned to learn its overwhelming power.
Tang Hao struck with incredible speed, sealing off every escape route available to that black shadow in an instant!
"Let's see how you dodge this!"
Tang Hao laughed ferociously, his voice even turning shrill.
Boom, boom, boom!
The Clear Sky Hammer descended like thunder erupting from level ground.
At last, he blasted that eyesore of a figure to pieces. Ghost Douluo had not even managed a scream.
Was it over?
Tang San stared blankly at the deep crater before him.
He had never expected someone versed in the Tang Sect's martial arts to die just like that.
What a pity. He still had so many unanswered questions...
For instance, how had he come here? Could he still go back?
In his heart, Tang San had instinctively assumed that