Chapter 217: Mutual Destruction!
Liu Erlong's eyes burned coldly.
"That slap was to wake you up.
Our clan faces annihilation—do you not understand? The Clear Sky Sect could wipe us out completely!
And you still want to save the son of our enemy?
Flender, don't involve me with Shrek's affairs again!"
Summoning her Fire Dragon Spirit without hesitation, Liu Erlong shot off toward the edge of the Sunset Forest.
She had always been a woman of fierce conviction—once she made a decision, nothing could turn her back.
Now, she needed to find her father, Yu Luomian.
If the clan master truly intended to kill Tang San, what was the clan's plan after that?
She was deeply worried.
With only the clan leader and that Earth Dragon Titled Douluo, their combined strength was surely insufficient to defeat Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.
The inevitable backlash from the Clear Sky Sect would be disastrous.
"Sigh..."
Flender let out a long, weary breath. How had things come to this?
Xiaogang was Tang San's teacher—originally, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Clear Sky Sect were natural allies.
Yet two battles between their younger generations had turned them into mortal enemies.
At this point, it was impossible to say who was right or wrong—hatred had taken root, impossible to undo.
"Xiaogang," Flender said somberly, "with our abilities, we can't save Tang San.
Only Tang Hao and Tang Xiao can do that now—they're nearby.
Erlong's right. The enmity between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Clear Sky Sect isn't something we can fix.
What you should be doing is finding a way to stop this conflict from escalating.
If a war breaks out, with heavy losses on either side, everyone loses!"
In truth, Flender wanted to say it plainly—if war truly comes, your clan will be annihilated.
But with Tang Hao and Tang Xiao close by, he dared not voice it.
"Xiao San… my son… my son…"
Yu Xiaogang's voice cracked.
He heard nothing else—not Liu Erlong's warning, not Flender's reasoning.
Only Tang San filled his mind.
Tang San was his pride, his masterpiece, the one existence that proved he wasn't a failure.
To lose him again was unthinkable.
He was breaking.
Meanwhile, the center of the battlefield had erupted into chaos.
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's twin Clear Sky Hammers spun like whirlwinds, clashing ferociously against the two mighty dragons.
The battle was raw, relentless—none willing to yield.
Each strike carried the full weight of hatred and power.
Both sides fought head-on, the ground beneath them cracking apart under the pressure.
Amid the carnage, they kept their senses split between battle and the direction where Tang San had vanished.
Yu Yuanzhen and the Mad Dragon Douluo repeatedly lunged toward where Tang San had been.
The Clear Sky brothers, in turn, blocked them desperately, trying to create a path to rescue him.
Then—the sudden disappearance of Tang San stunned everyone.
Yu Yuanzhen froze. He hadn't sent anyone from the clan to capture Tang San. Could it be Spirit Hall's doing?
The Mad Dragon Douluo thought the same—Spirit Hall had not informed him of any third party assistance. Could Yu Yuanzhen be deceiving him?
As for Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, there was only one conclusion—Tang San had been abducted by Yu Yuanzhen's faction and the Mad Dragon Douluo.
Their eyes blazed red.
If Tang San was harmed, they would lose their sanity entirely.
"Block them!"
Yu Yuanzhen reacted first, his vengeance boiling.
If Tang San had indeed been captured, then whoever did it had sinister motives—most likely Spirit Hall.
He had to stop Tang Hao and Tang Xiao from chasing after him.
Hearing Yu Yuanzhen's shout, the Mad Dragon Douluo became convinced the kidnapping was Yu Yuanzhen's scheme, and thus fully committed to intercepting the Clear Sky brothers.
A flash of gray light burst from his body as his eighth spirit ring ignited.
"Dragon Scale Defense!"
The gray crystal covering his body darkened into pitch-black scales, forming an impenetrable armor.
The massive dragon's aura surged with killing intent.
Glinting like cold steel, the black scales radiated deadly luster as he let out a deafening roar and charged headlong at Tang Xiao.
Yu Yuanzhen was equally ferocious.
He had already sensed Tang Hao's weakness—the man could not maintain a long fight, his old injuries still unhealed.
Yu Yuanzhen intended to finish this now.
Bolts of blue lightning coiled around his mighty form like serpentine dragons, striking from every direction.
Tang Hao's body shook under the barrage, blood steaming from his skin under the thunder's scorching heat.
Both Tang brothers roared in fury, trying to break through Yu Yuanzhen and his ally to reach Tang San—but were pinned down again and again.
Grinding his teeth in rage, Tang Hao activated his Ring Explosion once more, detonating his spirit rings in blazing bursts.
He was going all out.
Tang San was his life—if his son died, there was no point in living.
The blood-red Clear Sky Hammer blazed like a crimson sun above the forest canopy.
This was Tang Hao's ultimate power—at the cost of his life if necessary.
He ignored the lightning tearing at his flesh and charged forward, meeting pain with pain, trading blow for blow.
"Yu Yuanzhen! Since you crave death, I'll grant it—
Grand Sumeru Hammer!"
His movements condensed into brutal precision—his pants shredded at the shins as the veins and muscles of his legs bulged with terrifying strength.
All the power in his body surged upward as man and hammer became one.
The Grand Sumeru Hammer concentrated all energy from his soul rings into one explosive force, multiplying the power of the Clear Sky Hammer severalfold—pure destructive might in physical form.
But this technique came with a price: once unleashed, the consumed rings would vanish temporarily, requiring three days to recover.
With his body already wounded, this was a suicidal gamble.
Yu Yuanzhen's expression changed—he had underestimated Tang Hao.
However, he knew such an outburst couldn't last long.
If lightning couldn't stop him, then brute force it would be.
He swung his colossal tail in a sweeping arc—his clan's ultimate technique: Dragon Tail Whip!
The massive tail whipped through the air faster than sound, the shockwaves detonating like cannon fire.
Hammer and tail collided.
The explosion echoed across the forest, shaking the mountains themselves.
Everything within several miles turned to dust—trees shredded, land gouged bare.
Tang Hao was flung backward, his body spinning violently before he twisted midair, his hammer dragging him into another strike toward Yu Yuanzhen.
But Yu Yuanzhen was relentless, meeting him tail for hammer, blow for blow.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
After three consecutive collisions, Tang Hao's body erupted with blood from every pore.
He was hurled through the air, unable to withstand the backlash any longer.
"Hao!"
Tang Xiao abandoned his own fight with the Mad Dragon Douluo, darting forward to catch his brother midair.
At this point, rescuing Tang San was impossible—Tang Hao's life hung by a thread.
Although Tang Xiao's attacks had gained the upper hand earlier, he now broke away to cradle his blood-soaked brother and retreat rapidly.
On the ground below, Yu Yuanzhen's towering dragon form shimmered, fading as he withdrew his Spirit Avatar.
"Pffft…"
He spat out a jet of blood, his face pale.
Tang Hao's desperate counterattack had left him gravely injured as well.
Both sides stood, battered and gasping—a battle of mutual destruction.
(END CHAPTER)
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