Tang Tian summoned his martial soul, activating the Clear Sky True Body, enlarging the Clear Sky Hammer to several hundred meters in size.
However, in front of Tang Hao, his Clear Sky Hammer was like a firefly before the moon—completely outmatched.
Tang Tian thrust his hammer upward to block Tang Hao's descending blow.
But in the instant their hammers clashed, Tang Tian felt an overwhelming, immovable force surge from Tang Hao's hammer. "Pfft—" A mouthful of old blood sprayed from his mouth. His martial soul true body could not endure for long—he began to falter. The spectral arm holding the Clear Sky Hammer was slowly being pressed down. His towering body started to bend, and his phantom legs could no longer hold steady—he began to kneel.
"Father, no!" Tang Xiao cried out in anguish.
"I order you... as Sect Master..." Tang Tian, coughing blood, said in broken phrases, "Take... take Tang Xiao... and run... run back to the Clear Sky Sect..."
The surviving Clear Sky Sect disciples snapped out of their daze and quickly pulled Tang Xiao from the rubble, fleeing toward the valley entrance.
Tang Xiao turned his head with difficulty and saw the silhouette of the blue martial soul true body. He watched as the figure struggled to hold up the descending giant hammer.
"Father—!"
"Go—!"
Cracks began to spread across Tang Tian's Clear Sky Hammer true body. Seeing Tang Xiao escape, he had no time to feel relief before Tang Hao's hammer pressed down even harder.
"Tang Hao..." Tang Tian vomited blood uncontrollably. His martial soul true body shattered in an instant. In despair, he looked up at the crushing hammer and seemed to see his own father.
But his father had been a Rank 99 Limit Douluo, and Tang Hao was only Rank 90 with just eight spirit rings—how could he achieve this?
In the moment he was crushed to death, Tang Tian's heart ached. Tang Hao's talent had already surpassed his father's, but the crimes he committed meant he would never be accepted by the Clear Sky Sect. If only that hundred-thousand-year spirit beast hadn't existed—how great things might have been.
The giant hammer descended, flattening the mountains and land it touched.
Tang Hao, in a state of berserk rage, had lost all reason. After the hammer fell, he thought he had crushed Tang Xiao.
"Die, Tang Xiao!" Tang Hao had descended into madness. He had only one goal: to kill Tang Xiao.
Not satisfied with the first strike, Tang Hao repeatedly smashed the area with the Clear Sky Hammer until he felt some relief.
Gripping the hammer, Tang Hao recalled everything from his past life—Ah Yin, all of it had been ruined by Tang Xiao, that damned bastard. After confirming the kill, he released the hammer, beat his chest with his simian arms, and let out a manic laugh that echoed across the valley: "Hahahahahaha—"Hahahahahaha—"Hahahahahaha—"Hahahahahaha"Hahahahahaha—!"
Even Tang Xiao, who had fled several kilometers away, could still hear Tang Hao's wild laughter.
"Tang Hao, you beast..." Tang Xiao's eyes flashed with hatred. "Are you really happy that you just killed Father with your own hands?"
In the God Realm, the moving scene of a father sacrificing himself so his son could escape had just unfolded in the Eternal Divine Palace.
"Hmm, a father sacrificing himself for his son. That's only natural." Huo Yuhao clapped his hands and watched Tang Hao's manic laughter below with amusement. "Not bad, really not bad. Tang Qi, Tang Zhe, Tang Po, Tang Mie—now with Tang Tian, that's five titled Douluo you've killed. Among all Contra-level spirit masters in history, only Tang Hao could pull off something like this. With this reputation spreading, doesn't it shake the world?"
"So I say, Haozi, having Brother Huo watching over you is your blessing. Go ahead and be reckless—Brother Hao will make sure you shake the world."
After venting his rage, Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer and True Body dispersed.
Below, the ground had been flattened into a field. As the dust settled, a bloodied mass of flesh could vaguely be seen.
Tang Hao descended from the sky, intending to look at Tang Xiao's mangled corpse to ease his inner pain.
But when he reached the remains, he froze.
Though the body was unrecognizable, the relics on it were familiar—Tang Hao could tell these belonged to his father.
This wasn't Tang Xiao—it was his own father???
"This... this can't be..." Tang Hao's face turned pale, his lips trembling.
He dropped to his knees and began rummaging through the mangled remains. No matter how he searched, everything pointed unmistakably to one conclusion: the corpse belonged to his father, Tang Tian—not Tang Xiao.
At last, tears streamed down Tang Hao's face. He retracted his hands and stared at them, now soaked in his father's blood and flesh.
"I... What have I done...? I killed my own father..."
He collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant.
"Dad—I killed my dad..."
"No, Father, I didn't want to kill you! I wanted to kill Tang Xiao, not you! Why—why did you have to block my Clear Sky Hammer?!"
Tang Hao broke down. Tears flowed freely.
"AAAAHHHH—!"
In just a few breaths, Tang Hao's emotions shifted from manic laughter to utter despair. He beat his chest with his simian arms, letting out a tragic howl like a baboon, his voice hoarse as he roared to the heavens:
"Why—Heavens—why didn't you stop me—WHY?!"
Tang Hao finally couldn't hold back and began questioning the mighty Asura God of the God Realm.
He knew that if not for the Asura God's "cheat buffs," he wouldn't have been able to kill five Titled Douluo—he would've struggled to beat even one. If the Asura God had revoked his buffs before he made such a grave mistake, his father wouldn't have been crushed to death.
Clearly, the long-suppressed frustration now made Tang Hao blame the Asura God for his patricide. If only… if only you had stopped me in time...
In the God Realm, within the Asura God Temple, the Asura God naturally heard Tang Hao's accusatory words.
"How dare you! I granted you the Killing God Domain, protected my precious , and ensured your safety all the way here. That was your blessing! You were the fool who crushed your father—how dare you blame me?!"
With that, the Asura God sent down several bolts of divine lightning.
In an instant, dark clouds rolled over Tang Hao's head, thunder rumbling. Several divine bolts struck the cliffs around him.
The lightning scared the wits out of Tang Hao. His earlier defiant attitude vanished completely.
Terrified, he prostrated himself on the ground, shivering.
Only now did Tang Hao remember—the Asura God was a supreme god-king of the divine realm. Even when he was a plane master in his past life, he still had to look up to such an existence. Moreover, the Asura God was his greatest backer—if he offended him, the god might stop protecting his entire family, and Tang Hao would be finished.
The thunder came and went quickly. Clearly, the Asura God had no intention of killing Tang Hao—just giving him a stern warning to ensure his precious chosen one could continue growing safely.