Chapter 289 The Sky is Darkening, Tang San? Tang Hao Cries Blood: Tang San, Give Me Back My Son's Life!
"What exactly did I, Tang Hao, do...?"
Tang Hao painfully grabbed at his hair.
The nails are deeply embedded in the scalp.
Blood streamed down his cheeks, mingling with tears, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
"I've protected the man who killed my son for over twenty years..."
"For this possessed wretch, I lost an arm and a leg, and even risked breaking with my sect..."
"Ah Yin sacrificed herself to save this man-eating demon..."
Hahaha... What a joke!
That's an absolute joke!!
Tang Hao looked up at the sky and roared, his laughter filled with endless sorrow and self-mockery.
The images in the sky shifted again, their tones turning dark and oppressive.
That was the day after Ah Yin's sacrifice.
In the scene, the once spirited Haotian Douluo...
At this moment, however, he was like a soulless walking corpse, carrying an infant in swaddling clothes, staggering back to the remote Holy Soul Village.
The camera zooms in, focusing on the dilapidated blacksmith shop.
In the dim light, Tang Hao lay dead drunk on a pile of weeds.
He still clutched the blue silver grass that Ah Yin had left behind tightly in his arms, tears streaming down his stubble-covered face.
And in the cradle not far away, the "baby" was opening its eyes.
That was definitely not the look of a baby.
There was no curiosity, no confusion, not even a cry of hunger.
Those eyes gleamed with a light as calm, deep, and judgmental as a venomous snake.
[Sky Screen Commentary:]
In the eyes of the world, Tang San of Holy Soul Village was a poor man who matured early.
He is a diligent and thrifty, genius filial son who takes care of his alcoholic father.
But is that really the case?
In the scene, Tang San, who is only three years old, is skillfully standing on a stool to cook porridge.
His movements were mechanical and precise, and his eyes revealed a chilling indifference.
He turned his head and looked at the man on the floor, groaning in anguish because he missed his deceased wife—
His "father" is Tang Hao.
The sky deliberately materialized Tang San's inner monologue at this moment, a voice of a twenty-nine-year-old adult man, cold and grating:
"This man is such a burden."
"He spent his days drowning his sorrows in alcohol, utterly despondent."
If I weren't still young and in need of his protection,
And with this blacksmith shop as a cover, I certainly won't waste my time on him.
The scene flashes to Tang San practicing the "Mysterious Heaven Skill" late at night in the back mountain.
He sat cross-legged, his Purple Demon Eyes gleaming with a faint purple light.
Every time he returned home and saw Tang Hao's drunken state,
What flashed deep in his eyes was not heartache, but a condescending judgment and exploitation.
"Haotian Hammer... It sounds like a pretty good martial soul."
Since this body has inherited his bloodline, his power will ultimately be used by me to revive the Tang Clan.
Wei Yuan saw this.
His lips twitched slightly.
Is the sky curtain Tang Sanhei?
How can it be so dark from this angle?!
However, he likes it!
Wei Yuan read it with great interest.
[Sky Screen Commentary:]
There has never been the slightest bit of blood ties or kinship between them.
In Tang San's eyes, Tang Hao was not a father, but a 'bodyguard who could be used' and a 'tool to provide shelter'.
Deep down, he even felt contempt for this man who had succumbed to grief over the loss of his wife.
A detail appeared in the image:
That was when Tang San was five years old.
Tang Hao screamed in agony in his sleep because he dreamed of Ah Yin.
She even accidentally knocked over a bowl of water, splashing it all over Tang San.
Young Tang San stood in the shadows, letting the cold water drip down.
His hand silently reached for the still-developing sleeve dart at his waist, his eyes turning extremely cold in that instant.
At that moment, the way he looked at Tang Hao...
It doesn't look like he's looking at his father.
It's more like watching a "hidden danger" that threatens his peaceful life and is ready to be eliminated at any time.
Only after Tang Hao turned over and fell asleep again did Tang San slowly release his grip, letting out a cold snort:
"The way to death."
"If I weren't currently weak enough, just the fact that you disturbed my meditation would have been enough to condemn you to death."
"hiss--!"
Upon witnessing this scene, gasps of astonishment rippled through the battlefield of the God Realm and on Douluo Star.
"Beast...this is absolutely beastly!"
An old Soul Master trembled with rage, pointing at the sky and cursing:
"Who did Tang Hao become like that for?"
He was doing it to protect this wretched child!
He treated Tang San like his lifeblood, yet Tang San actually harbored murderous intent towards him over a bowl of water?!
"A path to death... Haha, what a path to death!"
Wei Yuan laughed until tears almost streamed down his face. He pointed at Tang San and shouted to everyone:
Did you hear that?
This is your Sea God!
He even harbored murderous thoughts towards his own father!
Simply because someone was drunk and disturbed his practice!
"What kind of reincarnation is this?"
This is clearly a demon in human skin!
He has no heart; his blood is cold!
In the main hall of the God Realm, Ning Rongrong, who had been defending Tang San, was now deathly pale and swaying precariously.
"No... Third Brother... He took good care of us when we were little..."
"take care of?"
The God of Destruction interrupted her with a cold laugh, his voice booming like thunder:
That's because you have some use!
Ning Rongrong, look carefully.
A person who can even murder his own father,
Would they have genuine feelings for you 'outsiders'?
"He only saw you as stepping stones for him to reach the top of this world!"
He uses his adult mind to manipulate you all.
"You'll fight for him, sacrifice yourselves for him, and then be grateful to him in the end!"
Meanwhile, in the Sunset Forest.
Tang Hao looked at the five-year-old Tang San in the sky, at his murderous eyes, and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He remembered.
He remembered everything.
Back in Holy Soul Village, he did indeed feel a strange chill countless times.
He once thought it was a hallucination caused by his severe injuries, or that it was a spy from the Spirit Hall.
But he never expected that the murderous intent would come from the "son" he had raised with his own hands!
"So...you've been waiting for me to die all along?"
Tang Hao laughed bitterly, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper were scraping the ground:
"For you, I changed my name and ruined my future..."
And you actually think I'm a burden?
Do you think I have a 'way to my death'?
He looked down at Ah Yin, who was still unconscious in his arms, and his heart ached.
"Ah Yin…look…this is the child we're protecting…"
"He's not our mistress... He's a creditor, he's a demon, he's a devil coming to take our lives!"
Tang Hao suddenly stood up, and in that instant, the air of dejection around him vanished.
Instead, a near-mad violence took its place.
He reached out and summoned the Clear Sky Hammer. The enormous martial spirit trembled in the void, emitting a mournful hum.
"Tang San!!!"
Tang Hao roared to the sky, his eyes bloodshot, tears of blood streaming down his face:
"Give me back my son's life!!!"
(End of chapter)