That hammer blow would probably hurt a little.
"Tang Hao, look at you getting worked up again..."
"But since you want him so sincerely, I'll give him to you."
Watching the terrifying hammer light hurtle toward him, he lightly rubbed his fingertips together and released the Gourd's restraints.
Before his words had faded, the Divine Consciousness figure trapped inside was flung out, landing squarely in the hammer shadow's path.
"Motherf-"
Tang San had only just escaped the Gourd's restraints when the hammer of destruction filled his entire field of vision. He could not even finish crying out.
He had been careless. He had not dodged that one.
Tang Hao's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and the blood throughout his body abruptly froze.
That familiar figure stood right in the Clear Sky Hammer's path.
His Martial Soul~ was surging wildly.
The power of the Great Sumeru Hammer unleashed through Ring Detonation had long since slipped out of control. He strained with all his might to wrench his divine power aside, yet could not shift the hammer shadow's trajectory an inch.
Bone-piercing despair swept through him. The blow he had shattered his God Rings to deliver, all to save his son, was actually going to destroy his son's Divine Consciousness by his own hand.
Someone was actually even more shameless than they were. Damn it!
With a muffled boom, the enormous hammer slammed straight into that little bastard San. This time, he really was done for.
A fine shattering of spiritual light rang out. The figure exploded into scattered shards like broken glass, and Sea God fragments drifted across the sky.
The remaining seventy percent of the shock wave hurtled straight toward Tang Qingye. This blow really did have something to it.
Just as Tang Qingye prepared to put everything into resisting it, a figure appeared before him. It was none other than the Plane Spirit.
The old man's mouth split into a wild grin as he said, "You dealt with that beast in human skin, Tang San, for me. Leave this to me."
Elsewhere, Big Baby and Second Baby shot off with a whoosh. So fast!
They turned into battlefield-cleaning machines, frantically gathering fragments and occasionally sneaking a few into their mouths to chew.
The taste of the sea-I knew it!
Boli Sea God~
The old man slowly raised both hands. At the same time, his lips moved, uttering a string of ancient, obscure incantations no one could understand.
His palms circled and stirred before him. Azure origin power surged and erupted around his body, shaking the entire surrounding void.
Before long, an enormous purplish-black magic circle appeared on the ground. A purplish-black halo rose, and with his chanting, an enormous purplish-black gate of light slowly appeared.
Across the gate of light, countless demonic outlines flickered between the gaps in the demonic markings. They were roughly humanoid, with long, curved horns atop their heads, bodies covered in purplish-black scales, and enormous demonic wings spread behind them. Cold, bloodthirsty dark malice continually spread outward.
This... this was the aura of another plane. Tang Qingye had not expected the old man to have a trick like this, but this... looked a little familiar.
The dazzling, resplendent hammer came howling with the intent of annihilation, crossing the void and bearing straight down on the enormous realm gate that had just formed.
The old man swept his large hand forward, and the heavy gate thundered open to either side.
His lips moved rapidly, his low incantation shaking the entire space and echoing over and over: "Demons and monsters, begone! Demons and monsters, begone!"
Behind him, Tang Qingye was also stunned by this performance. Where the hell had he ended up? Was this still Douluo? Where had the old man secretly learned this magic?
As the incantation echoed, the vortex inside the gate spun. A violent devouring force spread outward, dragging at the onrushing impact and sweeping all of it into the depths of the pitch-black doorway.
The lingering incantation slowly faded. The enormous gate, rumbling and trembling, slowly closed inward, and the torn rift in the void healed bit by bit along with it.
The enormous gate vanished into nothingness together with the malice leaking from it, as though it had never appeared.
"Is that another plane? You... you're colluding with alien races!" Tang Hao's expression changed drastically. His strongest attack had been effortlessly neutralized by the Plane Spirit. I was undoubtedly furious about this. I had to slap a damning label on him.
"Tang Hao, I have that fragmented son of yours to thank for this. If he hadn't willingly exposed the Douluo Continent's location and drawn the covetous eyes of so many planes in the universe, how could I have made use of another plane?" The old man smiled scornfully.
"You!" Tang Hao panted like an ox.
"How long can you keep fighting in your current state? Kill yourself and spare me the trouble of dirtying my hands."
The God King's father was indeed in a rather poor state at that moment. Backlash swept through his entire body, his meridians felt as though thousands upon thousands of blades were slicing them apart, and his divine power drained away as swiftly as floodwater through a breached dam.
Though his body shook violently and a sickly sweetness surged in his throat, Tang Hao laughed sinisterly. "Haha... urgh... ha! Do you think you've won? Gods never die. I'll be back."
"You think you can sleep easy after dealing with Little San's Divine Consciousness? Ridiculous! There are thousands upon thousands more Little Sans!
"You will never be able to imagine a God King's means!"
With that, light shone from his body layer after layer. His Soul Power no longer erupted outward, and his entire body turned into countless starry motes of light, dissipating between heaven and earth.
After Tang Hao departed, the old man's vast, plane-shaking might rapidly receded like the tide.
His body swayed slightly, and he nearly lost his footing in the void. His once-straight back quietly stooped a little.
Seeing this, Tang Qingye strode forward and reached out to support him.
But the old man gently waved his hand, his voice somewhat weary and hoarse. "It's nothing. I won't die just yet."
The two figures, one big and one small, looked at each other. The scene was rather amusing.
Although the old Plane Spirit had not died, he had little more than a breath left in him. He was not far from ascending to heaven.
The old man spoke first. "It seems you're this generation's child of destiny. I truly never expected you to command such power at so young an age. How rare..."
He paused, then continued, "Originally, I thought very highly of Tang San. But after becoming a god, he grew wildly ambitious, repeatedly interfering with the lower realm and trying to turn the Douluo Continent into his Tang Family's private back garden. Cough, cough..."
Greed seized a plane to make it private land,
Wrath overstepped divine laws and threw the lower realm into chaos,
Delusion clung to fate, imprisoning it within a palm.
"Your opportunities and talent both surpass Tang San's. We are merely strangers who crossed paths by chance, but I don't have much time left, so I want to gamble once more."
What child cried every day? What gambler lost every day?
At worst, he would be the same sort as Tang San, only stronger.
But his conscience was already clear. He had protected Douluo for so long.
With that, he moved to take something out, but Tang Qingye hurriedly stopped him.
"Stop!"
"If you want me to deal with Tang San for good, there's no need to say anything more. It's already either him or me."
"If you want me to protect the Douluo Continent in your place, forget that too."
Hearing the first half, the old man hurriedly shook his head. How could I make such a childish request? But after Tang Qingye finished the second half, the old man shook his head again. How could that do?
Although it was rather forcing someone's hand and holding them morally hostage, he still had to say it.
"I hope you can resolve the crises facing the Douluo Continent. Not just Tang San, but also the Golden Tree and the other planes coveting the continent. I'll pay you," the old man hurriedly said.
Tang Qingye shook his head and said calmly, "You're the continent's guardian deity, and there are still things I need your help with, so you can't die."
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