Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline?! Tang Chen Appears!
Tang Hao's heart sank heavily.
"I am your father!"
"How could you do this to me?!"
He couldn't believe that his son, whom he had cherished since childhood and on whom he had placed all his hopes, would choose to turn against him in order to save his own life.
"Father, please do this for my sake."
Tang San's voice was trembling with sobs, yet it was full of hypocrisy.
"Only if I live can our Tang family have hope! In the future, I will definitely avenge you!"
revenge?
Tang Hao smiled.
His smile looked worse than his tears.
At that moment, his heart died completely.
Just as he was feeling utterly hopeless, Tang San made a move.
He endured the excruciating pain, his soul power surging behind him.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Eight grotesque, purplish-black spears suddenly pierced out from his back!
External Soul Bone, Eight Spider Lances!
Tang San, wielding the Eight Spider Lances to support his mutilated body, slowly crawled towards Tang Hao.
He arrived below Tang Hao.
He looked up at his father, who was hanging high in the air, looking utterly disheveled.
Without the slightest hesitation.
"Father, I'm so sorry!"
As soon as he finished speaking, eight sharp spider spears suddenly shot upwards!
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
The sound of flesh being pierced rang out one after another!
All eight spider spears pierced into Tang Hao's body!
"Well..."
Tang Hao let out a muffled groan, his body trembling violently.
A frantic suction force emanated from the spider spear, greedily devouring the soul power and life force within his body!
He could clearly feel his power rapidly draining away.
His body was rapidly withering away.
What horrified him most was that his once slightly messy black hair was now turning gray and withered at a visible speed!
"The mistress..."
Tang Hao's voice was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.
"Stop!"
"Uh...ah..."
Tang Hao let out a painful hiss, and every tremor of his body seemed so powerless.
The feeling of having one's life force and soul power madly drained is more torturous than any form of torture.
He could feel the shadow of death slowly enveloping him.
Those eyes, which were once filled with anger and despair, were now filled only with deep fear.
"Blue... Blue Silver King..."
Tang Hao used all his strength to squeeze out a few words from his chapped lips.
"I have something to say... First... make the mistress stop..."
His voice was weak, but carried an undeniable urgency.
Tang Qing raised an eyebrow slightly, watching this farcical scene of fatherly love and filial piety with an indifferent expression.
He raised his hand.
"Tang San, stop."
Upon receiving the order, Tang San, who was immersed in the exhilarating feeling of his power surging, suddenly stiffened.
He reluctantly withdrew the Eight Spider Lances that had pierced Tang Hao's body.
The purplish-black spider spears were pulled from the flesh, bringing with them strings of sticky blood droplets.
Tang San subconsciously licked his lips, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.
In those brief moments, he could clearly feel that the bottleneck in his soul power had been broken.
The significant amount of life force lost due to the broken leg was replenished by a pure energy, even surpassing the original amount.
This feeling is wonderful.
He even felt that if he could completely drain his father, he might be able to break through to the Soul Emperor realm directly.
Tang Qing ignored Tang San's filthy thoughts and focused his gaze on the barely breathing Tang Hao.
"Speak."
His tone was calm, as if he were giving the other person a chance to speak.
Tang Hao was panting heavily, and large beads of sweat rolled down his pale forehead.
He took a while to gather his strength and stared intently at Tang Qing.
"Blue Silver King, do you know... who your biological father is?"
Tang Hao spoke.
In fact, he had already guessed the answer to about 70-80%.
With the same Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul and the same aura, who else could it be but his own son?
But he couldn't understand it.
If Tang Qing really is his son, how could he treat him with such cruel methods?
I am his father!
As a son, shouldn't he always think of his father's best interests?
Even if she abandoned him back then, it was to protect the other woman.
Even if I owe him something, it's just a helpless act as a father.
Even if she wanted him dead, it was for Ah Yin and Xiao San's future.
As a son, isn't it only right that he should bear all of this?
He, Tang Hao, is Haotian Douluo, and he is his father!
As a son, one should unconditionally obey his orders and instructions, and give everything for him, even one's life!
Tang Hao's mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
He couldn't understand Tang Qing's behavior.
Then, there's only one possibility left.
Tang Qing had no idea about her background!
right!
That must be it!
A morbid hope suddenly rose in Tang Hao's heart.
As long as I reveal this earth-shattering secret to the public.
How much pain and despair would he feel when he learned that the person he had been tormenting all along was his own biological father?
At that time, his Dao heart will surely collapse because of this heinous sin, and he will obediently commit suicide to atone for his sins amidst endless regret and self-blame!
Thinking of this, Tang Hao's lips twitched involuntarily, revealing a strange smile.
Tang Qing watched the changing expressions on his face and was about to speak.
Just then.
"Who dares to harm my grandson?!"
An aged yet domineering voice, like a thunderclap from the heavens, suddenly exploded!
The entire valley trembled violently at that angry shout!
An immense and unparalleled killing intent descended from the sky, enveloping the entire world!
The sky instantly turned into an eerie blood red.
A figure with a pair of enormous blood-red wings on its back slowly descended from the blood-red sky.
He wore a blood-red robe, his face was ancient and his eyes were filled with bloodlust and killing intent.
Tang Qing raised her head and looked at the figure, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
"Are you Tang Chen?"
Upon hearing this, the figure in the blood-red robe turned his blood-red eyes to Tang Qing, his voice carrying a hint of condescending praise.
"You youngster, you actually recognize me."
"Considering your level of knowledge, if you obediently commit suicide now, I might spare your life!"
His words were filled with an irresistible authority, as if he were the master of this world.
Upon hearing the name and seeing the figure, Tang Hao, who was hanging in mid-air, was completely stunned.
His eyes widened, his face filled with shock.
"Tang Chen?!"
"grandfather?!"
He never dreamed that his grandfather, who was said to have perished in the Killing City, was still alive!
Moreover, it appeared in such a half-human, half-ghost form!
Those blood-red wings, that murderous aura—where was the slightest resemblance to a human powerhouse?
Tang San, who was on the ground, was even more shocked.
"This is...my great-grandfather?!"
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