The Revenge for Abandoning Him Years Ago!
Holding a long spear, Tang Qing's aura surged once more, and the overwhelming pressure he exuded made the weakened Tang Hao in mid-air almost unable to breathe.
"you..."
Alarm bells rang in Tang Hao's mind, and a shadow of death instantly enveloped him.
He wanted to escape!
However, the weakness following the ring explosion overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
His soul power was almost completely gone, and his body felt as heavy as a mountain.
Tang Qing did not give him any chance.
He took a step forward, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
In the next instant, he appeared before Tang Hao like a ghost.
There were no superfluous words, no fancy moves.
Only one simple, direct, and extremely fast thrust!
Pfft—!
A dull thud, like a sharp blade piercing flesh, echoed clearly throughout the valley.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Tang Hao stared blankly down at the golden spear tip that had pierced through his right shoulder and protruded from his back.
Fresh blood was gushing down the gun barrel.
The excruciating pain, which lingered for half a second, then erupted like a volcano, engulfing his entire body!
"ah--!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream, so shrill it was inhuman, burst from Tang Hao's mouth.
My right arm!
He screamed in agony, his face contorted in pain, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.
That arm that once wielded the Haotian Hammer and aweed the world was now easily pierced by a spear formed from blue silver grass!
Bones shattered, meridians severed!
"You...you actually dared to...injure my right arm!"
Tang Hao's voice trembled, filled with pain and resentment.
"No!"
On the ground, Tang San's eyes were bloodshot as he let out a desperate roar.
"Father!"
Tang Qing stared expressionlessly at Tang Hao, who was in excruciating pain, her eyes devoid of any pity.
The man who once regarded his younger self as a burden and discarded him like trash gradually overlapped with the disheveled figure before him.
The deep-seated resentment of being abandoned resurfaced.
A thought flashed through Tang Qing's mind.
Tang Qing's gaze swept across the sky almost imperceptibly.
He was thinking.
Asura God.
He was eager to see if that high and mighty god-king would personally intervene for the sake of his so-called successor.
Tang Qing's thoughts raced.
According to the original trajectory, Tang San would eventually be killed by Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, his soul and spirit destroyed.
Despite the inevitable death, the Asura God entrusted two deities from the divine realm to forcibly revive him using divine power.
This in itself is the most serious violation of the rules of the lower realm.
Oh.
This Asura God is truly a hypocrite.
On one hand, he recklessly interferes in the lower realms, paving the way and clearing obstacles for his successors.
On the one hand, they use the rules of the divine realm as an excuse to prevent other forces from interfering with the normal development of the continent.
How grand and dignified!
In this respect, he is exactly the same as his successor, Tang San.
With her thoughts settled, Tang Qing's gaze returned to Tang Hao.
His mother Ah Yin's spirit ring is still on his body.
Thinking of this, Tang Qing gently twitched his wrist, which was gripping the Blue Silver Overlord Spear.
puff!
The spear was pulled from Tang Hao's shoulder blade, spraying a cloud of hot blood.
Tang Hao's body fell helplessly from mid-air like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the hard rock with a dull thud.
The excruciating pain and weakness left him without even the strength to stand up.
Tang Qing looked down at him from his high position, his voice indifferent.
"Tang Hao, hand over Ah Yin's soul ring."
...
at the same time.
The Papal Palace in Wuhun City, thousands of miles away.
Inside the magnificent and solemn hall, the dome is inlaid with countless fist-sized gems, emitting a soft yet bright light.
It illuminated the entire hall as if it were daytime.
Bibidon, dressed in a magnificent papal robe, sat regally on the throne that symbolized supreme power.
Her face was stunningly beautiful, her skin as white as snow, and her purple eyes held a deep and dignified aura, exuding authority without anger.
She tapped the armrest gently, making a rhythmic sound.
"Send word to Hu Liena."
A clear and majestic voice echoed throughout the hall.
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope."
A respectful response came from outside the hall.
Before long, a series of light footsteps approached from afar.
A slender and beautiful figure walked into this sacred hall.
The newcomer was wearing the Spirit Hall's standard long dress, but even this somewhat conservative attire could not conceal her near-perfect figure.
Her waist was so slender it seemed impossible to grasp, creating a striking contrast with her full, curvaceous figure.
Beneath her skirt, a pair of long, straight, beautiful legs, partially hidden by flesh-colored silk stockings, appeared and disappeared as she walked.
Every step was executed with a deadly rhythm, enough to make any man's heart race.
She had a neat short haircut and a pair of foxy eyes that sparkled with charm, naturally possessing a captivating aura.
It was none other than Hu Liena, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall.
"teacher."
Hu Liena walked to the foot of the throne, knelt respectfully on one knee to pay her respects, and spoke in a charming and alluring voice.
"You were looking for me?"
She raised her head slightly, her gaze falling on Bibi Dong, her eyes filled with respect and a hint of filial piety.
Looking at her most prized disciple, Bibi Dong's dignified face revealed a rare hint of gentleness.
"Nana, get up."
"Thank you, Teacher Xie."
Hu Liena stood up, standing straight, her proud figure exuding an invisible attraction even when she was still.
Bibi Dong's gaze lingered on Hu Liena for a moment before she slowly spoke.
"Nana, do you know the Blue Silver King, Tang Qing?"
Her voice was flat, revealing no emotion.
Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Hu Liena's foxy eyes.
"Tang Qing, the Blue Silver King?"
She parted her lips slightly, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness.
"Of course I know."
"Now, throughout the entire continent, who doesn't know it?"
Born in the Heaven Dou Empire, he cultivated with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, yet he swept all his opponents and won the championship in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament with his own strength.
"After that, he led an army of 100,000 Blue Silver soldiers to personally suppress the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, two of the three upper sects."
"Such a record is truly astonishing."
"He truly deserves the title of the number one genius on the mainland."
Hu Liena's tone carried a hint of admiration, a hint of curiosity, and a touch of the competitive spirit that comes with geniuses.
Bibi Dong listened quietly and nodded.
"It seems you know quite a bit about him."
She rose from her throne, slowly walked down the steps, and came to Huliena.
An invisible pressure descended as she drew near.
Bibi Dong reached out and gently patted Hu Liena's shoulder.
"Nana, I have a task for you."
Hu Liena's expression turned serious.
"Teacher, please give your orders! I will do anything, even die for you!"
Bibi Dong's gaze deepened as she stared into Hu Liena's eyes and spoke, word by word.
"I want you to approach him, seduce him, and use all your charm to make him work for my Spirit Hall!"
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