Chapter 232: Several disheveled old men were chased so hard by a burly man with his bare bottom that he was running for his life.
Faced with his son's tangible questioning and pained gaze, Tang Hao's facial muscles twitched, a complex and barely perceptible regret flashing across his rugged face. He then turned his head away, his voice low and hoarse as he said,
"I...I didn't know it would turn out like this, I thought..."
"You didn't know?!" Tang San's voice suddenly rose, interrupting him. Tears mixed with endless hatred welled up in his eyes as he shouted urgently,
"You didn't know that beast Tang Chuan would use such despicable means?! You didn't know that Xiao Wu would...she would choose to sacrifice herself?! Now look what's happened! Xiao Wu is gone! Her 100,000-year soul ring and soul bone have all been taken by that bastard! Are you satisfied now?!"
The thought of Xiao Wu's deep and resolute gaze finally falling on Tang Chuan, the thought of her burning her soul to become nourishment for her enemy, made Tang San feel as if his heart was being torn apart. A metallic taste rushed to his throat, his breathing instantly became heavy as an ox, and the bloodshot in his eyes almost overflowed.
"I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill Tang Chuan right now! To take back everything that belongs to me!" Roaring furiously, Tang San's soul power overflowed uncontrollably as he turned to rush towards Spirit City.
"Stop!"
Seeing this, Tang Hao suddenly stood up, blocking Tang San's path like an iron tower, his eyes burning with anger at Tang San's incompetence.
"Slap!"
The next second, he raised his large, fan-like hand, and with a sharp gust of wind, delivered a resounding slap to Tang San's face.
The immense force caused Tang San to stagger back several steps, his cheek instantly swelling and turning red.
"You bastard!" Tang Hao roared, his hair and beard bristling.
"Have you forgotten who you are now?!"
"You're a wanted evil spirit master across the entire continent! You're the public enemy of all spirit masters! If you show your face now, forget about seeking revenge on Tang Chuan; the Spirit Hall, the various sects, and countless others will pounce on you like hyenas smelling blood and tear you to pieces! Are you trying to die?!"
"I don't care!" Tang San, clutching his burning cheek, appeared almost frantic. "Even if I die, I'll drag Tang Chuan down with me! I can't let Xiao Wu's sacrifice be in vain!"
"You have no say in this!"
A flicker of pain crossed Tang Hao's eyes, but more than that, an unwavering resolve.
"Ah! Father, you can't stop me from avenging Xiao Wu!"
Completely consumed by anger and grief, Tang San disregarded everything, raising his hand to summon the Clear Sky Hammer. With a piercing whistling sound, he slammed it down towards his father!
"You bastard! What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm your father!"
Seeing this, a trace of sorrow flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. He roared, his movements faster, his figure blurring as he dodged the hammer's edge. A palm strike imbued with powerful soul energy precisely struck Tang San's nape. Tang San's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. The madness and hatred in his eyes hadn't faded before he collapsed limply, caught by Tang Hao.
Looking at his son, who had already fainted in his arms, his face still streaked with tears, Tang Hao let out a long, heavy sigh and murmured to himself,
"Little San, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to get back what you've lost. Dad will take you to the City of Slaughter for training now."
"Once you've passed through the Hell Road and obtained the Killing God Domain, I will teach you the Clear Sky Sect's secret technique, Ring Explosion. At that time, you will be the one to cleanse the Tang family of its filth!"
...
Inside Spirit City, in the inn room where Shrek Academy was staying.
The strong smell of alcohol almost filled the air.
The master was slumped on the ground, leaning against the cold wall, clutching a tilted wine bottle tightly in his hand, the liquor spilled all over him, yet he seemed oblivious.
His face was flushed, his eyes unfocused, his hair disheveled; all traces of the rigor and composure of his former theoretical master were gone, replaced by a state of utter drunken debauchery.
"Xiao Gang! Stop drinking!"
Flander frowned, reaching out to snatch the bottle from his hand.
"Get away!" The master abruptly swung his arm, roughly shoving Flander's hand away. The bottle smashed to the ground, shattering, spilling liquor everywhere. Then, he raised his bloodshot eyes, glaring at Flander, his voice hoarse with drunkenness and agitation, saying,
"You're telling me not to drink? What can I do if I don't drink? Huh?!"
He waved his arms, as if trying to grab something, but grasped nothing.
"Xiao San is gone! Tang Hao took him away, and we don't even know if he's alive or dead! Xiao Wu... Xiao Wu is dead! She sacrificed herself right before our eyes! She became someone else's spirit ring! Hahaha..." Grandmaster let out a laugh that was more like crying, filled with despair.
"Gone, everything is gone!"
Flander tried to calm him down: "Xiao Gang, calm down, it's already happened..."
"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down!" Grandmaster abruptly interrupted Flander, spittle flying everywhere, and said: "The finals of the All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament! It's about to begin! Where is my disciple Tang San? What about my hope of proving the ten core competitiveness of spirits? Who can I rely on? Dai Mubai and the others? Can they make it to the end? No!"
"Without Xiao San, they are nothing! I, Yu Xiaogang... ugh..."
He said, gagging.
"Twenty years! More than twenty years of hard work! I endured the ridicule of everyone on the continent, I locked myself in those moldy piles of books! All my theories on martial spirits, all my hopes, were pinned on Xiao San! Now it's all over! All fucking over! Wasted! I'm just a piece of trash! A complete and utter piece of trash! Hahaha..."
At this point, the master looked like a madman, raising his hand and pounding the ground hard, not caring that the back of his hand was scraped and bleeding.
Seeing the Grandmaster's state, Flander felt both heartache and anger, and couldn't help but raise his voice to roar, "Yu Xiaogang! Pull yourself together! As long as you're alive, there's hope!"
"Hope? Where is there hope?!" Hearing this, the Grandmaster scoffed, his face full of mockery and disdain. He took another swig of wine and retorted, "Tell me, where is the hope? In that monster Tang Chuan? Or in your lousy academy?"
"Flander, stop pretending! You don't understand at all! You understand nothing! My path to proving myself through martial soul theory is broken! Broken, do you understand?!"
He pointed at Flander's nose, venting all his resentment and bitterness on his best friend.
"It's all fate! It's all this damned fate! Why me? Why is my martial soul not the Golden Sacred Dragon but the useless Luo Sanpao? Why do I have to suffer such a blow just for taking on a disciple? God, why are you doing this to me?!"
He stopped looking at Flander, just tilted his head back, staring at the empty ceiling, roaring and questioning over and over again. His voice grew softer and softer, turning into meaningless sobs and choked cries. He curled up in a corner, like a lost dog that had lost all hope.
On one side, his strength was skyrocketing, and his future was bright.
On the other side, his opportunity was stolen, and his future was uncertain.
This was a case of one family rejoicing while others grieved!
...
Meanwhile, in a forest outside the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan.
At this moment, a chaotic chase was unfolding.
"You bastards! What have you done to me?! I'll kill you all! I'll tear you all to pieces!"
A deafening roar shattered the silence of the forest.
The Demon Bear Douluo was completely naked, his strong, bronze-colored body standing out vividly in the moonlight. His massive frame charged forward like a human tank, felling trees and kicking up clouds of dust.
His eyes were bloodshot, his face a mixture of extreme anger, humiliation, and an indescribable sense of collapse, as he relentlessly pursued several figures fleeing in disarray.
Leading the pack was Yu Luomian, the vice-patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan. He was now a far cry from the imposing figure of a high-ranking member of the clan; his robes were tattered from being torn by tree branches, his hair disheveled. He ran frantically, turning back to angrily explain,
"Misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! Elder Demon Bear, please let me explain! We...we didn't know it was you! We thought it was...that little girl with the Golden Dragon bloodline!"
An elder beside him, pulling up his trousers as he ran, added with a mournful face,
"Yes, yes! If we had known it was you, we wouldn't have dared to do it even if we had a hundred lives! This...this...we're victims too!"
Thinking of the indescribable events that had just occurred in the forest, the elders felt their worldviews crumble, wishing they could gouge their own eyes out.
"Bullshit!" Demon Bear Douluo was so angry that his whole body of fat trembled. He punched a big tree blocking his way and smashed it in half. He roared, "Little girl? You call me a little girl?! Do I look like a little girl?! Are your eyes in your asses?! You still dare... you still dare to talk to me... ahhh! I'm so angry!" The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and his speed increased by three points.
Another elder, who was slower to catch up, was nearly overtaken and screamed in terror,
"It's an illusion! Someone must have cast an illusion! They turned you into a little girl! We...we were also deceived in our feelings and strength, Elder Demon Bear!"
Yu Luomian was also devastated. He felt he had never been so humiliated in his life. Not only had his plan fallen through, but he had also offended an elder of the Spirit Hall. He cried out,
"Elder Demon Bear, please calm down! We...we can compensate! We'll pay even if it means going bankrupt! We just beg you to show mercy!"
"Compensate? Compensate my foot! You've ruined my reputation and innocence! Pay with your life!" Demon Bear Douluo didn't listen to Yu Luomian's explanation at all. He just wanted to smash these bastards who had defiled his reputation into a pulp.
For a moment, a bizarre scene unfolded in the forest.
Several disheveled old men were chased relentlessly by a burly man with his bare buttocks exposed. Cries for mercy, roars, and the crashing of falling trees filled the air, creating a chaotic and appalling scene.
Finally, one of the elders, unable to run any longer, collapsed to the ground. Looking at the approaching Demon Bear Douluo, he cried out in despair,
"Don't hit my face! Elder Demon Bear, just now... just now I was the gentlest!"
Upon hearing this, Demon Bear Douluo staggered, nearly fainting from anger, and roared, "You dare mention that! I'll tear you apart first!"
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