Chapter 88: 105. Die, Tang Xiao
"Hahaha! This Blue Silver Empress truly knows her place." Tang Tian's heart had never felt lighter. Earlier, Tang Xiao had been deemed crippled, declared doomed never to reach the Titled Douluo realm again. The twin stars of Clear Sky had fallen—Tang Hao missing, Tang Xiao ruined.
But now, fate had turned. Tang Hao had reappeared, Tang Xiao's talent was restored, and under the Blue Silver Empress's selfless sacrifice, he had skipped years of cultivation altogether—leaping directly into the ranks of the Titled Douluo, crowned with a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
The twin stars of the Clear Sky Sect had returned.
Thinking of the scene he just witnessed, Tang Tian stroked his chin thoughtfully. "So that's another way to get a soul ring, eh? Perhaps our sect disciples should study this method carefully. Who knows, maybe we can all enjoy free hundred-thousand-year rings one day."
He was still daydreaming of the sect's glorious future, completely unaware of what was about to unfold.
"Due to the vast amount of soul power needed to repair my body and raise my strength, my current level is only ninety-one," Tang Xiao said, feeling the surging energy within himself as he summoned the long-lost Clear Sky Hammer. His eyes burned as he recalled all the pain Ah Yin had endured, the torment of his own wasted years. Rolling his shoulders, he declared coldly, "Ah Yin, I'll avenge everything you suffered. Tang Hao—it's time to settle the score. Today, you and I fight to the death."
But Tang Hao's heart twisted in confusion and rage. In his past life, Ah Yin had loved him, borne his son willingly, and sacrificed herself in despair as Spirit Hall hunted them. Why had everything reversed in this lifetime?
When Tang Xiao's voice echoed through the valley, Tang Hao's vision flushed crimson. His breath rasped like thunder. "Tang Xiao, it's all because of you! If not for you, Ah Yin's love would've been mine! You want a death match? Fine! Today, one of us dies!"
He raised his hammer, eight soul rings flaring around him, fighting intent blazing like wildfire.
Both men surged forward—their soul power colliding, twisting the air itself.
Tang Xiao struck first. His hammer howled through the wind, roaring toward Tang Hao.
With eyes burning scarlet, Tang Hao unleashed the Killing God Domain. His hammer turned blood-red, radiating boundless malice.
Steel met steel—one blue, one crimson—and the impact rippled like thunder through the sky, shaking the valley walls. They traded blow after blow, each strike heavier than the last.
Tang Tian finally realized what was happening. "Stop! Both of you, stop this madness!" He felt his heart tighten painfully—he had only just regained his two prodigies, the future of their sect, and now they were tearing each other apart again.
He tried to fly up to intervene, but Tang Hao shouted, "Father, this is between Tang Xiao and me! Stay out of it!"
Tang Xiao followed with a grim laugh. "Father, you can't seriously think he can restore the sect. Do you even know what he's done? That beast has slaughtered half our disciples—Elder Tang Qi, Elder Tang Zhe, Elder Tang Po, Elder Tang Mie—all dead! Tang Lie told me everything!"
"What?" The words stunned Tang Tian and the surrounding sect members. Tang Tian turned to Tang Hao. "Is that true, Tang Hao? Tell me it isn't!"
Tang Hao wanted to deny it. But the blood on his hands was real. The deeds undeniable.
He stayed silent.
"I see," Tang Xiao said coldly. "Then this duel isn't just revenge—it's cleansing the sect of filth. Tang Hao's existence is a curse. If he doesn't drag the sect to ruin, it'll be a miracle."
"You—you wretched child!" Tang Tian roared, coughing up blood as his soul power wavered. He plummeted from the sky, barely caught by shocked disciples.
But neither brother paid him any mind. They were locked in their frenzy.
"Clear Sky Nine Arts—Strike of Break!"
"Clear Sky Nine Arts—Strike of Tremor!"
"Ring Detonation—Great Sumeru Hammer!"
"Ring Detonation—Great Sumeru Hammer!"
Both Tang Hao and Tang Xiao unleashed the ultimate techniques of the Clear Sky Hammer, striking with the ferocity of gods.
Their mastery was absolute—moves mirrored with uncanny precision—until slowly, one began to overpower the other.
The one dominating was not Tang Xiao with his nine rings… but Tang Hao with only eight.
The Asura God's domain strengthened Tang Hao, his killing aura expanding wildly. His might steadily eclipsed Tang Xiao's.
Tang Xiao's face twisted with disbelief as he felt the crushing force behind Tang Hao's hammer. "You—how is this possible? You only have eight rings—!"
Tang Hao's lips curled into a feral grin. "If your nine rings can't defeat my eight, doesn't that make you even more useless than me? What's mine will always stay mine. You just borrowed it for a moment. Now I'll take it back. Die, Tang Xiao!"
With a roar, Tang Hao detonated all his soul rings, channeling their entire essence into his hammer.
Tang Xiao, realizing the mortal danger, detonated his own rings in response—including Ah Yin's crimson hundred-thousand-year ring—pouring all his strength into one final attack.
Their hammers swelled in size, inflating until they spanned hundreds of meters. Their Martial Souls manifested in full form—two towering giants looming over the valley, both determined to crush the other completely.
Without hesitation, the two swung at once. Blue clashed with red in a shattering explosion that split the sky.
Crack—
A web of fractures spread across Tang Xiao's blue hammer, widening rapidly until it shattered.
With his Martial Soul destroyed, Tang Xiao spit blood, and before he could recover, Tang Hao's crimson hammer slammed from the side, smashing into his back. Tang Xiao's body flew through the air like a ragdoll, crashing brutally into the cliff face.
The dust settled.
Tang Xiao lay in the rubble, trying to move—but his body refused. As he touched his spine, his expression collapsed into horror. His back was broken again. He was once more a cripple.
Tang Hao, victorious, did not stop. He advanced step by step, his hammer glowing crimson once more. Eight new rings materialized around him—then detonated again, infusing the weapon with terrifying energy.
When Tang Xiao saw it, his soul screamed. Are you kidding me?! That's not ring detonation—it's ring abuse! There's supposed to be backlash—you shouldn't be able to move for days! This is cheating!
But Tang Hao didn't care. Every change in this reborn life centered on Tang Xiao—his existence twisting Tang Hao's fate. Just remembering Ah Yin kissing Tang Xiao drove him mad.
"Die, Tang Xiao!" Tang Hao roared, teeth grinding in hatred.
He raised the immense hammer above his head, its shadow engulfing the heavens.
Tang Xiao stared up helplessly as the sky dimmed beneath the hammer's colossal weight. It's over, he thought faintly. Ah Yin… I'll be joining you soon.
"STOP—YOU WICKED SON!"
Tang Tian's voice thundered down as he soared between them, positioning himself above Tang Xiao just as the hammer fell.
(END CHAPTER)
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