"That's good, that's good. Ahem, I finally have a child." Tang Xiao coughed violently. Although it was painful, a relieved smile appeared on his sallow old face. "But it seems that I won't be able to see Alang and our child again."
"Second Uncle, after I die, the position of Sect Master will be yours. You've already absorbed the three inherited soul bones left by my father. I believe that after absorbing my own, you will be able to ascend to the rank of Titled Douluo. I'll leave the Haotian Sect in your care."
"Please take good care of Yuehua, and the child of Alang and me too. This matter has nothing to do with him (her). If the child grows up and comes to find me, please let him (her) recognize his (her) ancestors and return to the clan." ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
Tang Xiao was silent for a moment before saying, "As for Brother Hao, although he's done something wrong to me, he will always be my brother. If possible, I hope the sect will give him another chance one day. And Alang, please tell her I've never blamed her, and my love for her has never changed."
"I promise," Tang Baihong agreed, eyes reddened, to let Tang Xiao pass peacefully.
The other elders followed suit; even Tang Lie, the hot-tempered one, didn't object.
"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, Sixth Uncle, Seventh Uncle, and Brother Zhan, the future of the Haotian Sect is in your hands."
Tang Xiao's gaze swept over the five men in the room, and he began to lay out his final wishes.
"Yes, Sect Master," the five men agreed respectfully. As for giving Tang Hao a chance to return to the sect, that was none of their business.
They didn't dare allow Tang Hao, who had just killed the Spirit Hall's Pope, to return.
Just then, a deafening sound echoed outside the room.
The next moment, Tang Xiao's room felt as if it had been cleaved by something, splitting it in two, along with Tang Zhan, who was furthest from the bed.
The other side of the room, near the window, slowly separated and collapsed, along with half of Tang Zhan's body. Light shone into the room, landing on the other half of Tang Zhan's body. Losing support, it slowly fell towards Tang Xiao.
Because Tang Zhan had been struck vertically, he had retained one eye, which was wide open.
Even as he collapsed to the ground, he remained somewhat conscious.
But he had no idea how he died. After a few convulsions, he was completely lifeless, his eyes wide open.
It all happened so quickly, so suddenly.
No one in the Haotian Sect reacted. Like Tang Zhan, their pupils constricted, their eyes wide open.
Only when only half of Tang Zhan's body remained did the Seventh Elder, who had just lost his eldest son, finally react. He came over, his grief-stricken cry echoing throughout the Haotian Sect.
At the same moment, eight spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and four black—flashed forth. Black light surged from his right hand. Desperate for revenge, he swung his Clear Sky Hammer, unconcerned with the enemy's strength, and dashed outside along the shattered structure.
He was shocked by what unfolded outside.
The vast mountain range housing the Clear Sky Sect was split into four by a massive, long, cross-shaped slash. Within the slash, a strange, flaming purple energy blazed, unleashing widespread grief wherever it passed.
This single blow alone killed at least one-third of the Clear Sky Sect's disciples.
Among them, those at the level of Soul Saints and Soul Emperors, like Tang Zhan, didn't even have time to react.
"Who! Who killed my Zhan'er?"
Standing high up in the deep building at the edge of the battle scar, Tang Lie's eyes were bloodshot, his breath pounding, and he roared heartbreakingly.
The Third and Sixth Elders, concerned for Tang Lie's safety, exchanged glances and summoned their own martial spirits and spirit rings. In a flash, they stood beside him, their faces filled with alarm.
"What's up? After over a decade, you old fellas, don't you recognize me?"
A resounding, majestic voice echoed. Though the voice was low, it reached every member of the Haotian Sect clearly.
Everyone looked up, looking in the direction of the voice. A purple vortex opened in the sky, and a stunningly beautiful woman, clad in a black robe inlaid with gold and possessing a sacred and noble aura, slowly emerged from it.
Even more astonishing were the spirit rings beneath her feet: two yellow, one purple, three black, and three red.
And behind her lay the massive purple-black phantom of the Death Spider Emperor.
Unsurprisingly, the slashing blow that had nearly annihilated most of the Haotian Sect had been emanated from this spider phantom.
Although Bibi Dong's appearance had changed significantly since the Soul Master Competition, many still recognized her instantly from the Death Spider Emperor's phantom.
For a moment, everyone was gripped by a wave of panic and resentment.
The panic stemmed from the fear that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect incident would repeat itself within the Haotian Sect.
The resentment was naturally directed at Tang Hao, after all, he had been the one who had caused it.
As a result, many people, including Tang Zhan, have already lost their lives.
"Bibi Dong is here! Damn it! It must be Tang Hao! He killed the Spirit Hall High Priest. Bibi Dong is here to avenge his teacher."
"My Shuang'er, you died tragically."
Tang Xiao, already dazed and on the verge of a peaceful death, was stunned by the commotion outside.
Then, coming to his senses, he glanced up at Bibi Dong in the sky. With his last breath, he clutched Tang Bai's hand and asked, "Brother Hao killed the Spirit Hall High Priest. Uncle, what's going on?"
"This..." Tang Bai sighed, knowing that no matter what, the truth couldn't be hidden. With Bibi Dong here today, there was no way this matter could be resolved peacefully.
He immediately revealed Tang Hao's murder of High Priest Qian Xunji.
Upon learning that Tang Hao had actually killed the Spirit Hall High Priest, Tang Xiao quickly pressed on, "What about Alang? And our child?"
Tang Bai shook his head, not answering, for he didn't know. Not even the Spirit Master Guild could confirm this. The report simply said that Tang Hao suspected he had obtained Alang's spirit ring.
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiao stopped asking questions. The only reason he was still alive was because he couldn't let go of Alang and the child.
Then, as if he had a moment of life, his pale complexion suddenly became rosy.
He threw back the quilt and flew in front of Tang Lie and the others, with Tang Bai following suit.
"Master, it's the Master. The Master has recovered. Now we're saved."
Some Haotian Sect disciples who didn't know Tang Xiao's condition saw hope upon seeing him.
"Your Highness, where are my wife Alang and our child?"
Tang Xiao asked excitedly, ignoring them.
"After the soul beast gave birth to the child, Tang Hao killed the beast and removed the ring. Otherwise, do you think he could kill the Pope?"
Seeing Tang Xiao's outwardly strong appearance, Bibi Dong pursed her lips and said something heartbreaking.
"Tang Hao, you promised me to protect Alang, but you killed her instead. I hate you, I hate you."
After hearing Bibi Dong's words, Tang Xiao cursed Tang Hao profusely. Then, in a rage, he clutched his collar. With a scream of "Ah," he suddenly spat out a cloud of blood, which fell to the ground. His eyes widened, his eyes etched open.
Following Tang Wei, another Haotian Sect leader had died at the hands of Tang Hao.
"Master," the four elders and numerous Haotian Sect disciples cried out in pain.
"He died just like that. It's a good thing he got away with it. Now it's your turn, Tang Hao of the Haotian Sect. You killed my mentor, my Spirit Hall's Golden Bell Elder, two Platinum Bishops, and dozens of Cardinals. So, from now on, I'll just have to ask you to die."
As the words fell, an unparalleled soul pressure descended, and the four Soul Douluo elders of the Haotian Sect fell to their knees with a thud.
Those below the Soul Douluo level fell flat on their faces, their bodies pressed to the ground, unable to move. Even raising their heads was difficult.
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