Chapter 200: Don't kill me! I can go find Bibi Dong!
"Boom!!"
Grandmaster's body traced a long parabola in mid-air, finally crashing heavily onto the ground twenty meters away like a broken sack, producing a dull thud.
Immediately afterward, dust mixed with grass clippings and dirt shot into the sky, then spread in all directions, completely engulfing his fallen figure.
In the dust, there was no more of Grandmaster's groans, only a deathly silence.
Only the scattered fragments of the wheelchair proved the violent impact that had just occurred.
"Xiaogang!!" Seeing this, Liu Erlong let out a heart-wrenching cry of grief. The next second, disregarding her own serious injuries, she struggled to crawl over.
"Dad...you...you?" Tang San was also stunned by the power of his father's angry attack, standing there, even stuttering for a moment.
"Yu Xiaogang, someone like you dares to call yourself a master?"
Tang Hao coldly sneered, slowly withdrawing his hand without even glancing at the billowing smoke, as if he had merely crushed a noisy insect.
Then, with heavy steps, he walked towards the smoke.
Just as Tang Hao reached the halfway point, several meters away from the smoke,
"Cough...cough cough..."
A hand, covered in mud and blood, trembling slightly, suddenly emerged from the still-lingering smoke, waving wildly as if grasping at a last straw.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Spare me! Spare me! Please...please give me another chance!" Grandmaster pleaded hoarsely, filled with extreme fear.
"The entire continent! Regarding the difficulties and backlashes of cultivating twin spirits, I guess... I guess only I... only I 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!" Upon hearing this, Tang Hao didn't get angry but laughed instead. His figure flashed, and he instantly arrived at the edge of the dust storm. He glanced at Grandmaster, who was slumped in the broken wood and mud, his face covered in blood and barely breathing.
Without any words, the next second, he suddenly raised his foot, and his heavy boot, carrying the force of a thousand pounds, mercilessly stomped on Grandmaster's chest!
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.
"Pfft—!"
Grandmaster's eyeballs bulged, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
His whole body convulsed violently, like an insect pinned to the ground.
"Useless trash!"
Tang Hao roared, grinding his foot down again, shouting,
"It's because of you, all talk and no action, that Little San's Clear Sky Hammer has become this inhuman, ghostly mess! You still have the nerve to say you can solve the problem of twin spirits? Utterly shameless! You're about to die, and you still dare to lie to me?!"
"Hah...hah..."
Instantly, Grandmaster was almost suffocated by the stomping, his chest caved in.
The intense pain contorted his face, but he still used his last bit of strength to grab Tang Hao's ankles tightly, squeezing out broken words from his throat:
"Your...Your Majesty. Please...please let me finish. Among the cultivators of twin spirits, the only one on the continent who has succeeded is...the Pope of the Spirit Hall...Bibi Dong..."
Upon hearing the name Bibi Dong, Tang Hao's stomping force unconsciously paused slightly.
Grandmaster keenly sensed this subtle change, as if grasping at the only glimmer of hope. He hurriedly used all his strength and speed to explain:
"I...I had a very close relationship with Bibi Dong when I was young! We...we had a past!"
"I...I believe that if I go to Spirit City and find her, and plead with her based on our past relationship, she...she will definitely help me! Only in this way can we solve the problem of the backlash from Little San's spirit! Your Majesty! This...this is Little San's only hope for cultivating a second spirit!"
When he uttered those last words, he had almost exhausted all his life force.
Immediately, his head lolled to the side, and he spat out another small mouthful of blood. His eyes glazed over, and only his chest continued to rise and fall weakly beneath Tang Hao's feet, proving he was still alive.
"Bibi Dong..."
Hearing this, Tang Hao frowned slightly. His foot was still on Grandmaster's chest, but the murderous intent boiling with rage around him subsided for a moment because of the name Bibi Dong and Grandmaster's seemingly absurd suggestion.
"Although the first spirit ring of Little San's Clear Sky Hammer is ten years old, there are still eight spirit rings left to attach. If I kill this piece of trash now..."
Thinking this, his gaze swept over Grandmaster, who lay on the ground like a rag doll, and then glanced at the Clear Sky Hammer, still wriggling with maggots, not far away, falling into a brief silence.
Killing this piece of trash was simple, but the problem was that even if he killed him, the Clear Sky Hammer's current problem wouldn't be solved. But if he were kept alive, perhaps he would still have some value.
After all, Bibi Dong is indeed the only known person on the Douluo Continent to have successfully cultivated twin spirits.
And it seems that this woman had a relationship with this good-for-nothing when she was young…
While he was certainly angry, his son's future and the restoration of the Clear Sky Hammer were obviously more important.
With a cold snort, Tang Hao withdrew his foot from Grandmaster's chest, then bent down and, as if picking up a chick, lifted the dying Grandmaster from the ground.
At the same time, a powerful and domineering yet gentle and vital soul force surged into Grandmaster's body through his palm, quickly protecting his collapsing heart meridian and temporarily stabilizing his precarious life.
"Alright." Tang Hao nodded, his voice still icy. Then, staring into Grandmaster's terrified eyes, he said, word by word,
"Yu Xiaogang, I'll trust you this one more time."
"I'll give you three months. Go to Spirit City to find Bibi Dong and get the method to resolve the backlash from the twin spirits. Otherwise, after three months..."
"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you for sparing my life, Your Majesty! I will definitely do it! I will definitely do it!"
Grandmaster, as if receiving a pardon, ignored his excruciating pain and disheveled state, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, hastily agreeing, afraid that Tang Hao would change his mind even a second later.
However, just as the atmosphere had eased somewhat,
Liu Erlong, who was lying heavily injured not far away, having been forcibly keeping an eye on the situation, suddenly erupted with pent-up grievances, anger, jealousy, and heartache when she heard Grandmaster not only admit to having a past with Bibi Dong but also say he would personally go to Spirit City to find that woman!
"Yu Xiaogang! You...you heartless bastard!"
"You...you're still in contact with that woman?! What did you tell me back then? You said you and she were completely estranged! Now, to save your own life, you...you're actually going to see her?! What do you take me, Liu Erlong, for?"
Struggling to sit up, Liu Erlong's face was ashen, but her eyes burned like flames as she stared intently at Yu Xiaogang, her voice trembling with tears.
By the end, she was sobbing uncontrollably.
Thinking of how she had risked everything for Grandmaster, even just now protecting him with her life, only to be met with his unwavering decision to seek help from his former lover, grief overwhelmed her instantly.
"Wah—!"
"Yu Xiaogang, from...from today onwards, I, Liu Erlong, sever all ties with you!"
Liu Erlong could no longer hold back. She coughed up a mouthful of pent-up blood, then burst into tears. Ignoring her severe injuries, she mobilized the remaining soul power within her body and, without looking back, staggered and ran wildly towards the edge of the forest.
"Erlong! Erlong! Let me explain!"
Seeing this, Grandmaster hurriedly reached out and called out, wanting to chase after her.
But as soon as he moved, excruciating pain surged through his body. Seeing Tang Hao's cold gaze beside him, he froze on the spot, only able to watch helplessly as Liu Erlong disappeared from sight.
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