After the door closed, a figure slowly walked out of the study; it was Yu Xiaogang.
He looked at Tang San, a complex light flickering in his eyes. He hadn't missed the fleeting tremor in Tang San's eyes just now.
He walked to Tang San's side and said softly, " Little San, the Clear Sky Douluo's days are probably numbered."
Tang San remained silent.
Yu Xiaogang continued, with a hint of seduction, "Absorbing his essence now will also resolve Clear Sky Douluo's regrets. His greatest wish now is to see your Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul restored. If you can use this to repair your Martial Soul, he will be gratified even in the afterlife."
Tang San clenched his fists.
What Yu Xiaogang said was exactly the thought that was in his mind.
The method he currently knows for repairing Martial Soul is the Yu Xiaogang first told them: devouring the life force of powerful Soul Beast, or absorbing the life force and martial Martial Soul Martial Soul Origin of those with the same origin martial soul.
Tang Hao was Tang San's perfect object to devour.
Sharing the same roots and bloodline, the origins of the Clear Sky Hammer are almost identical.
In recent days, Tang Hao has repeatedly thwarted Tang San's cooperation with Dai Mubai, and tried time and again to persuade him to abandon the Tang Sect and leave Star Luo Empire.
Tang Hao didn't know what the Tang Sect meant to Tang San; it was something more important than his own life. How could he possibly give it up?
Yu Xiaogang saw this and advised him countless times, both openly and secretly.
But Tang San could never bring himself to be ruthless.
That was his father.
Although he was depressed, he never truly hurt his father.
But today...
Tang San closed his eyes, the scene of Tang Hao falling repeatedly appearing in his mind, along with those cloudy eyes that were still staring at him.
"Teacher, let me think about it some more."
Yu Xiaogang looked at him, said nothing more, just patted his shoulder gently, and turned to leave.
Two days later.
Tang San did not visit Tang Hao in the past two days.
He locked himself in his study, repeatedly recalling Tang Hao's disappointed eyes, his heart filled with turmoil.
Late at night, he finally pushed open the door to the side room.
The room was dimly lit by candlelight. Tang Hao lay on the bed, his face ashen, his breath weak, and he was on the verge of death.
For two days, he had not eaten or drunk anything, and no one had taken care of him.
The once mighty Clear Sky Douluo, who once dominated the continent, is now like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
Tang San stood in front of the bed, looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face.
He remembered many things.
I remember when I was a child, my father was an alcoholic, and I cooked, did laundry, and practiced spiritual cultivation all by myself.
He recalled the sternness his father displayed when he was occasionally lucid.
At the same time, he remembered how his father had taken him on a flight, yet always protected him, even sacrificing an arm and a leg to try and get him back to the sect.
Tang San closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, all that remained was a cold, resolute look.
Behind them, Eight Spider Lances silently emerged.
Eight sharp Spider Spear gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the candlelight, like death itself descended from hell.
Tang Hao seemed to sense something and opened his eyes with difficulty.
He saw the eight Spider Spear, and his son's cold, resolute eyes; his pupils suddenly contracted!
" The Little San... you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Eight Spider Lances had already pierced his body!
In an instant, a massive life force surged out from Tang Hao's body and rushed wildly into Tang San's body along the Eight Spider Lances!
That was all of Tang Hao's remaining life force, the last essence of the Clear Sky Douluo, and the origin of the Clear Sky Hammer that shared the same roots as Tang San!
Tang Hao's body shriveled up at a visible speed, his skin wrinkled, his bones protruded, and he looked like a withered tree that had been drained of moisture. But his eyes remained open, staring intently at Tang San.
In those eyes, there was shock, pain, confusion, and she simply couldn't believe it.
In just a moment, Tang San could faintly feel the pulsation of his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul.
It's recovering incredibly fast!
Just then, two figures suddenly appeared above the Tang Sect.
Tang Xiao and Bai He sped along the road and finally arrived in Star Luo City late at night.
Tang Xiao hovered in the air, his spiritual power spreading out like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire Tang Sect.
He was very familiar with Tang Hao's aura and quickly found it.
However, Tang Xiao's expression changed drastically.
Although he could sense Tang Hao's aura, that aura was rapidly dissipating and weakening!
"Not good!"
Tang Xiao flashed forward, heading straight for the source of that aura!
The moment he kicked open the door, the scene before him was one he would never forget.
Inside the room, flickering candlelight, Tang San stood with his back to the door, eight Spider Spear piercing the withered body on the bed.
The body was almost unrecognizable as human; the skin was shrunken and the bones were protruding, like a mummy that had been dried for thousands of years.
But those eyebrows, those features—it was Tang Hao!
That's his younger brother!
Tang Hao's last shred of consciousness made him turn his eyes and look towards the doorway.
He saw that familiar figure, those eyes filled with utter shock.
Big brother...
Tang Hao's lips moved, but no sound came out.
Then, that last glimmer of light vanished forever from his eyes.
Tang San turned around abruptly and saw Tang Xiao push the door open and enter. His eyes were filled with terror, and he opened his mouth to explain.
But before he could finish speaking, a surge of immense Soul Power sent him flying!
Tang San crashed heavily into the wall, spitting out mouthfuls of blood!
His level 60+ Soul Power was like an ant in front of Tang Xiao, who was Level 98!
Tang Xiao didn't look at him.
He strode to the bedside and picked up the shriveled body.
The body was shockingly light, as if only a skeleton remained.
Tang Xiao held him, his whole body trembling.
" Brother Hao... Brother Hao!!"
His voice was hoarse and mournful, like the howl of a wounded wild beast.
But Tang Hao could no longer hear it.
Bai He followed closely behind, and at that moment, he too was trembling violently.
He looked at the eight blood-stained Spider Spear behind Tang San, then at Tang San's eyes.
At that moment, he could see no guilt or remorse in those eyes, nor any human emotion whatsoever.
Tang Xiao laid down Tang Hao's body and slowly stood up.
He turned around and looked at Tang San; the killing intent in his eyes was enough to chill anyone to the bone.
He struck out with his palm!
With this palm strike, he wanted to avenge his Brother Hao and kill this patricide beast with his own hand!
Tang San's pupils shrank sharply. With his cultivation having just broken through to the Soul Emperor realm, he was no match for Tang Xiao's single palm strike!
At this critical moment, Bai He stood in front of Tang Xiao.
"Xiao'er, no!"
His voice trembled, his eyes were red, but he stood firmly in front of Tang Xiao:
"He... he is, after all, your mother's only bloodline! Spare his life and let him fend for himself!"
Tang Xiao trembled violently.
Looking into the Bai He's eyes, which were filled with pain and pleading, he felt incredibly conflicted.
A moment later, he slowly lowered his arm, turned around, and picked up Tang Hao's body.
As Tang Xiao reached the door, he stopped and said without turning his head:
" Tang San, from this day forward, you are no longer a member of the Tang family of the Clear Sky Sect."
His voice was as cold as frost, devoid of any warmth.
Then, he soared into the air and disappeared into the vast night.
Bai He looked at Tang San, her aged eyes filled with heartache and disappointment.
He said nothing, turned around and followed Tang Xiao away.
Inside the room, only Tang San remained.
He leaned against the wall, panting heavily. A sharp pain throbbed in his chest where Tang Xiao's Soul Power had injured him, but he couldn't care less about that.
If Bai He hadn't stopped him with that palm strike, he would have been dead.
The fear of facing death still churned in Tang San's heart.
He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and watched the two figures disappear into the night sky. The fear in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a ruthless frenzy.
He muttered to himself, "I was never a member of your Clear Sky Sect, I am just Tang San from the Tang Sect!"
Immediately, a strange tremor ran through the depths of his soul.
It was a feeling that was both incredibly familiar and long-lost. It was as if something was awakening and gathering there.
Tang San looked down at his left hand.
With a thought, a ball of dark golden light slowly emerged in his palm. The light was initially faint, like a candle flickering in the wind, but it quickly grew brighter and more solid.
A small hammer took shape in his palm.
Clear Sky Hammer.
His Second Martial Soul has truly been repaired! His Soul Power has also increased by three levels, reaching Level 64!
Tang San stared blankly at the small hammer in his palm, unsure how to react for a moment.
For three years, he tried to summon it countless times, only to be disappointed each time. He thought he would never be able to hold that hammer again in his life.
But now, it's back.
Tang San gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, feeling that familiar power surge through his blood. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper ruthlessness.
His voice was distorted as he muttered to himself, " Clear Sky Sect, Spirit Hall Empire! One day, I will make you all kneel at my feet Tang San. And my Tang Sect will ultimately become the ruler of this world."