At the sight of Xiao Yan, Tang Hao's face slowly darkened. He raised his head, his eyes blazing as he stared at the black-robed youth hovering in the sky with his Ice and Fire Bone Wings beating, and said coldly, "Xiao Yan, are you planning to kill your own father?"
"Kill my father? You old dog, Tang Hao, after everything you've done, do you even deserve to be my father? Unless you give me an explanation today, don't even think about leaving!" At Tang Hao's words, Xiao Yan swept his gaze toward him, his eyes turning icy.
"Then what do you want?"
Tang Hao's expression abruptly chilled. He slowly raised his right hand, and black light gathered in his palm. A dark red Clear Sky Hammer, its head as large as a water vat, appeared in his grasp.
At the same time, nine soul rings quietly appeared around Tang Hao: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. However, the final red ring was dull and lusterless, clearly unable to function normally.
An immense, terrifying aura surged from Tang Hao's body. The atmosphere grew taut as the autumn wind swept past, stirring fallen leaves and carrying a cold intent to kill.
High in the sky, Xiao Yan watched Tang Hao's faintly panicked face, a mocking smile curling at his lips. Then he said with a faint smile, "Tang Hao, with your current strength, do you really think you can struggle on at death's door?"
"You old dog, Tang Hao, although we severed our father-son relationship long ago, I won't kill you today out of consideration for my mother. But I will cripple your cultivation and imprison you here to atone for your past crimes."
As Xiao Yan repeatedly called him an old dog, the corners of Tang Hao's mouth