Blood rained through the air, splattering the walls, the floor, the windows, and Tang San.
Heaven knew he had only been indulging his nasty sense of humor, trying to disgust his cheap excuse for a father. Who knew the man would be such a sore loser that he would simply die?
Only after a long while did he react and throw himself forward, circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill at full speed and pouring in soul power, hoping for a miracle.
All for jack shit...
Of course it failed~
As the Mysterious Heaven Skill reached deeper, he finally saw Tang Hao's body, riddled with holes. Had it not been for a Tool Martial Soul master's powerful constitution and the support of a Titled Douluo's soul power, an ordinary person would have died eight hundred times over.
Tang Hao had held on until today on a single breath. Once that breath escaped, naturally, he was dead as dead could be.
Across two lifetimes, Tang San had always considered himself a supremely filial son. Although he had had neither father nor mother in his previous life and had spent it as an orphan, in this life he had a father and friends. Even if those friends were utterly fake, whether their friendships still existed was a question mark, and his father had so many faults he hardly knew where to begin, he was still his own father!
Only when Tang Hao had gone cold and his body had stiffened did he stop the Mysterious Heaven Skill, come back to his senses, and burst into loud sobs.
"Dad!"
How am I supposed to live without you?
Only now did the supremely filial Tang San remember his father's good points. The experiences of all these years flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, making