His exposed bronze skin was taut, the contours of his muscles knotted like the tangled roots of an ancient tree.
Every inch of his flesh seemed to harbor explosive strength. Simply standing there, the man gave the impression of someone immensely powerful.
His features were fairly regular, but they were now veiled in a sickly, waxen yellow, revealing a trace of weakness as though he had yet to recover from a long illness.
His eyes were half closed with a sleepy languor, as though he had just awakened from a deep slumber, yet an oppressive presence that could not be underestimated lingered around him.
His hair lay in a disheveled heap atop his head, tangled into clumps like a bird's nest that had gone untended for ages.
His thick, curling beard was even more unruly, concealing almost his entire face and leaving only a pair of deep-set, bloodshot eyes visible.
Yet the instant that figure came into view, Tang San's eyes reddened.
Years of pent-up longing surged forth at that moment. Tears spilled uncontrollably from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
His throat felt as though something had blocked it tight. His lips parted, but only after a long while did he manage to force two syllables through his teeth:
"Dad... dy..."
Yes, the man who had appeared out of thin air was none other than Tang San's father, the Clear Sky Douluo who had once taken the continent by storm-Tang Hao!
At that moment, an enormous black hammer floated in midair behind Tang Hao.
The hammer was pitch-black from end to end, as though forged from myriad-year black iron, and seemed heavy enough to crush heaven and earth.
Crisscrossing ancient patterns covered its body, with a faint flowing light coursing through them.
Merely floating there in silence, it