"Boom!!!"
Master's body arced through the air, ultimately crashing like a broken sack onto the ground twenty meters away, emitting a dull thud.
Immediately after, smoke mixed with grass and dirt shot skyward, then spread outwards, completely engulfing his figure after he landed.
Within the smoke, there was no longer any groan from Master, only a deathly silence.
Only the scattered fragments of his wheelchair remained.
Proving the violent impact that had just occurred there.
"Xiaogang!!" Seeing this, Liu Erlong let out a heart-wrenching wail. The next second, despite her severe injuries, she struggled, wanting to crawl over.
"Father… you… you?" Tang San was also stunned by the power of his father's furious strike, standing rooted to the spot, stammering for a moment.
"Yu Xiaogang, a person like you, is he even worthy of being called Master?"
With a cold snort, Tang Hao slowly retracted his palm, not even glancing at the smoke-filled area, as if he had merely crushed a noisy insect.
Then, he took heavy steps, walking towards the smoke-filled area one step at a time.
Just as Tang Hao was halfway there, still several meters from the smoke.
A hand, covered in mud and blood, trembling slightly, suddenly reached out from the still-dissipating smoke, flailing wildly, as if trying to grasp a last straw of life.
"Clear Sky Douluo! Douluo! Have mercy! Have mercy!" Master pleaded with extreme fear and a hoarse voice.
"The entire Continent! Regarding the difficulties and backlash of twin spirits Cultivation, I… I am probably the only one… the only one who can find a solution! You… you can't kill me! If you kill me, Little San's twin spirits will truly be beyond saving!"
"Hmph!" Tang Hao heard this, and instead of getting angry, he laughed. His figure flickered, and he instantly arrived at the edge of the smoke, glancing at Master, who was slumped in shattered wood and dirt, covered in blood, and on his last breath.
Without any further words, the next second, he suddenly lifted his foot, and his heavy boot, carrying immense force, mercilessly stomped on Master's chest!
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out.
"Pfft—!"
Master's eyeballs bulged, and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
He twitched violently, like an insect pinned to the ground.
"Useless!"
With an angry roar, Tang Hao's foot once again pressed down harder, and he angrily said:
"It is a useless person like you, who is overconfident and only talks theory, that caused Little San's Clear Sky Hammer to become this unrecognizable mess! You still have the nerve to say you can solve the problem of twin spirits? What arrogance! On the verge of death, you still dare to deceive me?!"
"Ho… ho…"
Master was instantly almost suffocated, his chest caved in.
The intense pain twisted his face, but he still used his last ounce of strength, grabbing Tang Hao's ankle tightly with both hands, and squeezed out intermittent words from his throat:
"Douluo… Douluo. Please listen… listen to me. Among twin spirits Cultivators, the only successful one on the Continent is… is Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff… Bibi Dong…"
Hearing the name Bibi Dong, Tang Hao's stomping force involuntarily paused slightly.
Master keenly caught this subtle change, as if grasping the only chance for survival, and hastily used all his strength and speed to explain:
"I… I had a close relationship with Bibi Dong in my youth! There… there's an old affection!"
"I… I believe if I go to Spirit City to find her, and ask her based on… on our past relationship, she… she will definitely help me! Only then can we solve the problem of Little San's Martial Soul backlash! Douluo! This is… this is the only hope for Little San to Cultivate his second Martial Soul!"
When he shouted these last words, he had almost exhausted all his vitality.
Immediately after, his head tilted, and he spat out another small mouthful of blood, his eyes unfocused, only his chest still weakly rising and falling under Tang Hao's foot, proving he was still alive.
"Bibi Dong…"
Hearing this, Tang Hao's brows furrowed slightly. His foot was still on Master's chest, but the murderous intent boiling around him due to his rage, momentarily subsided because of the name Bibi Dong and Master's seemingly absurd suggestion.
"Although Little San's Clear Sky Hammer's first spirit ring is a ten-year one, there are still eight spirit rings that can be attached. If I kill this useless person now…"
Thinking of this, his gaze, dark and unreadable, swept over Master, who was like a puddle of mud on the ground, and then glanced at the Clear Sky Hammer still wriggling with maggots not far away, falling into a brief silence.
Killing this useless person was simple, but the problem was that after killing him, the current problem with the Clear Sky Hammer would not be resolved, but if he kept him alive, he might indeed have some use.
After all, that woman Bibi Dong was indeed the only known successful twin spirits Cultivator on the Douluo Continent at present.
And it seemed that this woman's relationship with this useless person in her youth… Although he was angry, his son's future and the recovery of the Clear Sky Hammer were clearly more important.
With a cold snort, Tang Hao withdrew his foot from Master's chest, then bent down and, like lifting a chick, picked up the dying Master from the ground.
At the same time, a powerful and domineering Soul Power, yet with a hint of gentle vitality.
Flowed into Master's body through his palm, quickly protecting his collapsing heart meridian, temporarily stabilizing his precarious life.
"Good." Tang Hao nodded, his voice still cold. Then, he stared at Master's still-frightened eyes and said word by word:
"Yu Xiaogang, I will trust you this one more time."
"I give you three months. You go to Spirit City to find Bibi Dong and get the method to solve the twin spirits backlash, otherwise, after three months…"
"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Douluo, for sparing my life! I will definitely do it! I will definitely do it!"
Master, as if hearing a pardon, disregarded the intense pain and his disheveled state, nodding his head like a chick pecking rice, eagerly agreeing, afraid that Tang Hao would change his mind if he delayed even a second.
However, just as the atmosphere had somewhat eased.
Liu Erlong, who was severely injured and lying on the ground not far away, had been enduring and paying close attention to the situation.
Upon hearing that Master not only admitted to having a past with Bibi Dong but also intended to personally go to Spirit City to find that woman, her pent-up grievances, anger, jealousy, and heartache instantly erupted!
"Yu Xiaogang! You… you scoundrel!"
"You… you still have contact with that woman?! What did you tell me back then? You said you had already cut ties with her! Now, to save your life, you… you even want to go find her?! What do you take me, Liu Erlong, for?!"
Struggling to prop herself up, Liu Erlong's face was ashen, but her eyes were like burning flames, staring intently at Yu Xiaogang, her voice choked with tears.
By the end, she was in floods of tears.
Thinking of how she had disregarded everything for Master, even risking her life to protect him just now, only to be met with his unhesitating decision to seek help from an old flame, sorrow instantly overwhelmed her.
"Wah—!"
"Yu Xiaogang, from… from today onwards, I, Liu Erlong, am… am done with you!"
Liu Erlong could no longer hold back, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of pent-up blood, then burst into loud sobs, and then, disregarding her severe injuries, she mobilized the remaining Soul Power in her body, and ran frantically towards the edge of the forest, stumbling, without looking back.
"Erlong! Erlong! Listen to me!"
Master, seeing this, hastily reached out and called, wanting to chase after her.
But as soon as he moved, intense pain shot through his body, and seeing Tang Hao's cold gaze beside him, he immediately froze in place, only able to watch Erlong disappear from sight.
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