"Let go of my son! Tang Qing! I beg you!"
"I'll give you anything you want! Just let the mistress go!"
"He's innocent!!"
Tang Hao's pleas were heart-wrenching and desperate.
Tang Qing's steps did not falter in the slightest.
He ignored the heart-wrenching cries as if they were nothing more than the buzzing of flies.
One step at a time.
He walked up to Tang San, his tall figure casting a shadow in Tang San's terrified eyes.
The Blue Silver Overlord Spear was slowly raised, its entire emerald green body shimmering with a chilling radiance under the green light of the Life Domain.
The golden spear tip was aimed directly at Tang San's right leg.
The fear of death and disability drove Tang San to a complete panic.
He could tell that the man in front of him wasn't joking; he really wanted to break one of his legs!
Begging for mercy is useless!
Tang San's brain raced, and he used all his strength to let out a fierce but cowardly roar.
You can't be so cruel!
"I, Tang San, have never wronged anyone!"
His voice was sharp with fear, yet he tried his best to project an air of righteous indignation.
"Everything I've done has been on the side of justice! You can't treat me like this?!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Qing paused slightly in raising his gun.
He looked down at Tang San, his eyes showing no anger, no pity, only a kind of knowing boredom.
"justice?"
He uttered two words softly, as if he were chewing on an absurd joke.
"So everything you do is righteous, and everything else is evil?"
"That's really interesting."
The moment he finished speaking, the muscles in his arm suddenly bulged!
"No--!"
Tang San's pupils contracted to their maximum size!
He was terrified as he watched the spear, carrying immense force, thrust down with tremendous force. He immediately closed his eyes, his muscles tensing instantly, awaiting the excruciating pain that would tear his flesh apart.
One second.
Two seconds.
The expected pain did not come.
All around, there was only Tang Hao's heavy breathing and her own heart pounding like a drum.
Tang San cautiously opened one eye.
The golden spear tip stopped precisely in front of his trouser leg, its energy so intense it even stirred the fabric fibers.
It stopped?
He didn't dare to make a move?
Tang San breathed a sigh of relief, overwhelmed with the joy of surviving a disaster.
A mixture of pleasure and disdain even rose within him.
This man, as expected, still cares about public opinion and doesn't dare to commit violence in full view of the public!
He was scared after all!
However, before the thought had even settled in his mind—
Pfft!
A muffled thud, like flesh being pierced, clearly reached everyone's ears.
Without warning, the spear pierced through to the bottom!
Excruciating pain!
An indescribable pain, as if my soul had been ripped open!
First came a wave of numbness, then tearing, burning, crushing... countless painful sensations erupted like a volcano, instantly engulfing every nerve in his body!
"Ah...ah...ahh ...
A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, ripped through the deathly silence of the night!
Tang San's body suddenly arched up, like a fish out of water, convulsing and rolling wildly on the ground, his eyes bulging out and filled with blood vessels, and a large amount of white foam gushing from his mouth.
He reached out to cover his right leg, only to find it empty.
Warm blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, instantly staining the large area of land beneath him red.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Tang Hao, who was suspended high in the air, was stunned.
He stared at the gushing fountain of blood, at his son writhing and wailing on the ground, at Tang Qing expressionlessly retracting the blood-dripping spear, his mind going completely blank.
"No..."
He muttered to himself, his voice so faint it was almost inaudible.
No.
That's impossible.
How dare he?
How could he dare to actually lay a hand on someone?!
Beside Tang San lay a bloody, severed leg, the stark white bone clearly visible at the break.
The leg bone was radiating a dazzling blue-gold light, and a powerful life force was emanating from it.
It was none other than the Blue Silver Emperor's 100,000-year-old right leg bone!
"No!!!"
A mournful cry erupted from the depths of Tang Hao's throat; the grief and despair contained in that sound were enough to break the hearts of anyone who heard it.
He stared blankly at the bloody scene before him, unable to believe it was real.
His own son's leg was broken right in front of him!
A surge of violent anger, like magma, erupted from the depths of his heart, instantly shattering all his reason!
"Ahhh!!"
Tang Hao clenched his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound, almost crushing his gums.
His eyes were bloodshot, with blood vessels spreading wildly from his eye sockets. On his charred face, the muscles were violently contorted with anger and pain, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
His heart was bleeding!
He completely panicked!
Tang San is his son who inherited his Clear Sky Hammer spirit. He is someone Tang San believes will surpass him in the future and even become a god!
It is his hope! It is his pride!
But at this moment, his hope and his pride lay on the ground like a dead dog, howling in agony, and he could only watch helplessly!
This feeling of powerlessness was more painful to him than killing him!
"The mistress!"
"My mistress!"
Tang Hao's voice was completely hoarse, trembling with sobs, filled with endless regret and madness.
"My son's leg..."
"Blue Silver King! I want you dead!! I want you dead!!!"
He struggled desperately, the blue silver grass chains binding him stretched taut, groaning under the strain, yet remaining unbreakable.
The only response he received was Tang Qing's indifferent gaze.
Just then.
A slender, dark figure appeared silently in the arena.
Zhu Zhuqing.
She wore a tight-fitting black leather outfit that perfectly accentuated her stunning curves.
A pair of long, straight, beautiful legs gleamed with an ivory-like luster under the green light of the life field, exuding astonishing explosive power.
She ignored Tang San's screams and didn't even glance at the crazed Tang Hao.
In her eyes, there was only that figure in the blue robe.
Zhu Zhuqing walked to the bloody severed leg, bent down, and gently reached out with her fair fingers to take out the soul bone that shimmered with a brilliant blue-gold light.
Holding the soul bone, she walked to a waterfall not far away, which had been reborn due to changes in the landscape.
As the clear stream flowed down, she stretched out her delicate hand and carefully washed away the bloodstains and bits of flesh from the soul bone, bit by bit.
Throughout the entire process, she performed it meticulously, with a focused and devout expression.
A moment later, a crystal-clear leg bone, as if carved from a sapphire, appeared in her hand.
Zhu Zhuqing walked gracefully to Tang Qing and presented the soul bone with both hands.
"Owner."
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