"Dad, what's wrong?" Tang San stepped forward and asked with concern.
"Someone poisoned me. I'll force it out with my Soul Power first. Guard me," Tang Hao said gravely, his expression somber.
Tang San nodded earnestly. "All right, Dad."
Tang Hao closed his eyes and began circulating his Soul Power with all his strength.
Just then, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.
Tang Hao opened his eyes and gripped the dagger piercing his chest with both hands.
His eyes widened as he stared at Tang San holding the dagger, his face filled with disbelief.
"Dad, rest in peace. I'll become one of the strongest people on the continent." A faint smile hung on Tang San's face.
"You..." Before Tang Hao could finish, the dagger plunged deeper into his chest.
Tang Hao's pupils shrank to pinpoints as he glared at Tang San.
Thus, Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo, met his end.
Tang San calmly met Tang Hao's gaze without the slightest trace of panic.
He calmly took a tissue and wiped the blood off the dagger.
As he wiped it clean, Tang Hao's body slowly rotted and disintegrated, eventually becoming a pile of powder.
Tang San looked at the powder. "Not bad. The Low-Grade Yama's Invitation worked better than I expected."
Four Soul Bones of different colors lay scattered beside the ashes.
The color of each Soul Bone mesmerized Tang San.
As he spoke, Tang San waved his hand, and his Soul Power carried Tang Hao's powder out the window, scattering it into the air.
Stars dotted the night sky, and moonlight spilled over the ground.
Cao De stood by the window, unable to sleep.
The breeze brushed his cheeks, but it could not dispel the burning heat in his body.
The medicine Zhu Zhuqing had brewed