Chapter 132: A Loving Father and a Filial Son? Tang Hao's Old Injury Relapses!
The Clear Sky Hammer, carrying unparalleled force, clashed with the pale light of Dugu Bo's Medusa's Gaze. In an instant, the sky and earth darkened. A strong black light burst out from the hammer, like an abyss that swallowed everything. The pale white light, which should have petrified all energy, was powerless against the black light, melting and disappearing without a trace in mere moments.
Dugu Bo's eighth soul skill, Time Freeze, enveloped Tang Hao in surging green light, temporarily trapping him. But the man wielding the hammer only paused briefly before a crisp snap, like breaking glass, shattered the green light into countless fragments that vanished.
"How is this possible?!" Dugu Bo's face changed, his pupils shrinking. "My eighth soul skill was destroyed by his hammer?"
A horrifying realization flashed through his mind: Tang Hao's soul power level was likely at least level 96, and the condensed aura from his soul rings was pure, overwhelming power—no tricks, no finesse, just brute force strong enough to shake the world. Even without soul skills, this enemy's raw strength was terrifying.
As Dugu Bo stood stunned, Tang Hao appeared before him like a phantom, the Clear Sky Hammer smashing down with a surging black cloud. The entire space trembled under the blow.
At that critical moment, a blue-gold light erupted behind Dugu Bo, dazzling like the rising sun, tearing through the poisonous fog and forming a barrier between Tang Hao and Dugu Bo. The world seemed to freeze, and the attention of everyone in Tiandou City was drawn to this radiant light.
Tang Hao's hammer halted mid-air, startled by the sudden scene. He felt an overwhelming breath of life, one he recognized instantly, though it filled him with disbelief. His eyes locked onto the source behind Dugu Bo.
The poisonous fog parted, revealing a grand and strange sight: a golden vertical eye, over ten meters tall, emerged from the mist. It gazed down with an imposing pressure that made hearts tremble. When Tang Hao saw it clearly, his heart shook—it wasn't mere energy but countless interwoven blue-gold Blue Silver Grass strands forming the eye.
"What is this?" Tang Hao's pupils shrank, his face showing disbelief as he froze in place.
The next second, the blue-gold light shone on him, stirring deep memories like gentle ripples. "Is this Blue Silver Grass? No! Is this... Blue Silver Emperor?" His voice trembled, his eyes reddening. "Yin... is that you?"
But as he stood dazed, a dazzling blue-gold beam erupted from the vertical eye, condensing into a pillar of light that pierced the sky and struck Tang Hao directly.
Boom!
The space seemed to collapse. Tang Hao's body was engulfed in the blue-gold light, the surrounding air vibrating as if he were a golden giant. He froze, an inexplicable sense of doom pressing down on him. His face twisted, turning purple-black, his lips darkening—a sign that the Death Spider Emperor's poison in his body was activated and spreading wildly.
"This is…" Dugu Bo frowned, surprised, then turned to look behind him.
The blue-gold light was Tang Chuan's fifth soul skill, Blue Silver Destiny. It materialized the power of fate, bringing misfortune to its target. Under Tang Hao's immense soul power, the Death Spider Emperor's poison had only a ten percent chance of activating during combat, but Blue Silver Destiny's Sorrow amplified that probability to ninety percent.
"Ahem!" Tang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper. He staggered back, clutching his chest, frantically mobilizing his soul power to suppress the poison. Worse still, the hidden injuries from Qian Daoliu's pursuit over a decade ago flared up, tearing through his body like a second blow. He felt as if he were being ripped apart by invisible misfortune.
Tang Chuan emerged from the poisonous fog, blue silver grass shimmering faintly around him. Tang Hao's pupils shrank further, his face darkening. "This... is this the Blue Silver Emperor? How do you have this Spirit? Did something happen to Ah Yin?"
His mind flooded with a dark, damp cave, sunless year-round, where a single blue-gold Blue Silver Grass grew on a small mound. His eyes turned blood-red, murderous aura surging, freezing the surrounding air's water vapor into eerie ice beads.
"Murderous aura materialized? Is this a domain?" Dugu Bo's face changed, quickly shielding Tang Chuan and whispering, "He... has murderous intent."
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Above the dark night sky, the silver moon hung high. On a rooftop of Tiandou Royal Academy, Xiao Ruier, practicing cross-legged, sensed something and opened her eyes, gazing at the blue-gold light in the distance. "This seems to be... Tang Chuan's fifth soul skill? Did he fight someone?" she muttered, frowning.
"No, I have to go check it out!" Her figure flashed, rising into the air and shooting toward the light's source, her movements swift and decisive. A crimson figure followed quietly behind.
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Cold, eerie, terrifying murderous aura rushed toward Tang Chuan like a ferocious beast, dulling everything around him. "Is this the Killing God Domain?" Tang Chuan's eyes showed no retreat. With a low roar, his soul power surged, and countless blue silver grass strands sprouted wildly from his feet, shoulders, and body, filling the space with the vibrant force of life and nature.
A brilliant blue-gold light burst from him, the pure, tenacious breath of the Blue Silver Domain clashing head-on with Tang Hao's Killing God Domain. Blood-red and blue-gold colors intertwined, tearing the air as if splitting the sky in half—one side cold death, the other unstoppable life.
Under the Blue Silver Domain's stimulation, the surrounding Blue Silver Grass whipped against the murderous aura, carving a path through the oppressive force.
"Is this Ah Yin's Blue Silver Domain?" Tang Hao's blood-red eyes locked onto Tang Chuan, his face as dark as still water, panting heavily. "How did you get your Blue Silver Emperor Spirit?"
Having been with Ah Yin for years, he knew there could only be one Blue Silver Emperor. If Tang Chuan's Spirit was the Blue Silver Emperor, what did that mean for his son, Tang San?
"How did it come about? What does this have to do with you?" Tang Chuan retorted coldly. "My Spirit comes from my mother. It's only natural I inherit her Spirit!"
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