Once he confirmed that Tang San was completely dead, Dongfang Jing casually tossed him to the ground.
He conjured a mirror blade and swung it expressionlessly.
A flash of cold light.
Tang San's head was separated from his body.
Dongfang Jing took the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon from Tang San's waist and stored it in the Twin Stars Pivot.
Then, he tore off Tang San's clothes and simply wrapped the head up.
After doing all this, Dongfang Jing, carrying Tang San's head and his headless corpse, crossed the mirror again and returned to the real world.
...
Back in that alley, it was still quiet.
Dongfang Jing threw Tang San's head and body directly on the ground.
Then, he snapped his fingers.
A cluster of flames suddenly appeared and landed on the corpse, instantly igniting it.
Dongfang Jing raised his head and looked at the window on the second floor that was still dimly lit.
He took a deep breath, channeled his soul power, and shouted:
"Tang Hao! If you don't come out to see your son one last time, you might never see him again!"
The room on the second floor.
The woman, who was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking after they had finished, was so startled that she dropped her cigarette.
Tang Hao, who was lying in bed and still somewhat dazed, was also jolted awake by the shout.
"who?!"
Tang Hao sat up abruptly, his eyes still somewhat dazed.
But the next second, he heard what the voice was saying.
son?
A mistress?!
Tang Hao's heart clenched, and an extremely ominous premonition instantly surged into his mind.
He didn't even bother to put on his clothes; he jumped off the bed, pushed open the window, and peered out.
I could see the colorful neon lights outside and the blazing fire downstairs.
Tang Hao spotted the silver-haired youth standing downstairs at a glance.
It's an Eastern Mirror!
At the feet of Dongfang Jing, there was a pile of burning things.
Although it was burned to a crisp, Tang Hao still recognized it at a glance from the figure and the familiar pieces of clothing.
That is...
Beside the fire was something wrapped in a rag.
The shape of that thing...
Tang Hao's pupils contracted sharply, and his whole body trembled.
Just then, Dongfang Jingxiang sensed his gaze, looked up, and grinned at him.
Then, he kicked the cloth bag.
The cloth bundle was opened, and a grotesque, unseeing head rolled out.
It faces the window on the second floor.
Those bloodshot eyes, filled with resentment, were fixed on Tang Hao's direction.
"A mistress... a mistress?!"
Tang Hao let out a heart-wrenching wail.
"Aa ...
The woman in the room screamed in fright, "Are you crazy?! What are you yelling about?! You scared the hell out of me!"
She frowned, about to turn around and hurl a few curses.
The next second, a huge black hammer, accompanied by a terrifying whooshing sound, came crashing down!
"Bang!"
It's like smashing a watermelon.
The woman's head was smashed to pieces in an instant, with red and white splattered all over the wall.
Tang Hao didn't even glance at the woman.
He didn't even have time to put on his clothes. Naked, dragging the Haotian Hammer in his hand, he smashed through the window and jumped from the second floor.
"Thump!"
With a muffled thud, Tang Hao landed on the ground.
Ignoring the flames on the ground, he rushed straight to the head.
"My son...my son..."
Tang Hao knelt down, his hands trembling, and held the head in his arms.
That was his only son!
They were each other's only blood relatives in this world!
How could... how could it have turned out like this?
When he met Tang San's unseeing eyes, Tang Hao felt as if his heart had been crushed by an invisible hand.
The resentment in those eyes, the accusation in those eyes.
It's like saying:
It's all your fault! It's all your fault, Tang Hao! If you hadn't been messing around with women here, I wouldn't be dead!
No...no...
Tang Hao shook his head in despair, his face covered in tears and snot.
"It's not my fault! It's not my fault!"
He was so frightened that he let go of his hand.
Tang San's head rolled back onto the burning pile of corpses.
The flames instantly engulfed the face.
The originally ferocious face quickly turned charred black in the firelight and finally turned to ashes.
"No--!!!"
Upon seeing this scene, Tang Hao let out another roar of grief and indignation.
"son!!"
He frantically lunged into the pile of ashes, trying to pull his son out.
As a result of the large movement, coupled with the fact that he had been howling with his mouth wide open, he accidentally inhaled a large mouthful of ashes.
"Cough! Cough cough!"
The disgusting smell made him lie on the ground and vomit violently.
Tears, snot, vomit, and ashes and dirt on the ground were all mixed together.
The once invincible Haotian Douluo is now as pathetic as a stray dog.
Not far away.
Dongfang Jing reached out and gently covered Ah Yin's eyes beside him.
"Don't look, it's too dirty."
A Yin did not resist, but turned around and buried her face in Dongfang Jing's arms.
Her body trembled slightly.
It wasn't out of fear, but because of a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
The man who was lying on the ground vomiting like a dog was her husband.
The boy who was burned to ashes was once her child.
But now, seeing them end up like this, she felt no ripples in her heart, and even a sense of relief.
Tang Hao had just finished vomiting and was lying on the ground, panting heavily.
His vision was blurry, and his mind was buzzing.
As soon as I looked up, I saw Dongfang Jing and A Yin embracing each other intimately.
"Ah... Ah Yin?!"
Tang Hao's voice trembled, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"Eastern Mirror!"
Seeing this scene, Tang Hao felt a surge of heat rush to his head.
They...they actually did it right in front of me...
The shame of being cuckolded, coupled with the pain of losing his son, caused Tang Hao to completely lose his mind.
He staggered to his feet, his naked body covered in dust and filth, looking both ridiculous and pathetic.
He grabbed the Haotian Hammer from the ground and charged towards Dongfang Jing like a wounded mad bull.
"I'm going to kill you!!!"
Dongfang Jing looked at Tang Hao rushing towards him and didn't even try to dodge.
...
Dongfang Jing sneered, "With one less soul bone, your strength has plummeted to the Soul Douluo level. Do you think you're still our match?"
Tang Hao was completely disregarding everything at this point.
All he wanted to do right now was smash those two scoundrels in front of him into a pulp!
"Great Sumeru Hammer! Ring Explosion!"
Tang Hao roared, and the spirit rings on his body exploded one after another.
Even with his soul power diminished and his body crippled, this desperate strike still unleashed a terrifying aura.
The enormous Haotian Hammer, carrying earth-shattering power, crashed down!
However, before the hammer could fall...
Countless thick blue silver vines surged wildly from the ground.
The vines instantly wove into a large net, tightly binding the Clear Sky Hammer and Tang Hao's limbs.
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