Chapter 82: 99. Tang Hao's Blood Stains Sky Valley Ridge
With Tang Lie's furious command, the Clear Sky Sect disciples instantly reacted and charged toward Ah Yin and Tang San's location.
One of the Clear Sky Soul Douluo raised his hammer high and swung down toward the infant Tang San, intending to smash the child into pulp with a single blow.
Even while fending off the three Titled Douluo, Tang Hao kept a constant watch on Ah Yin and Tang San below. The moment he sensed danger to them, he could no longer hold himself back. His eyes turned red, his breath ragged, and he roared—
"Tang San! Ah Yin!"
In an instant, blood-red killing intent burst from his body. The once-blue power surrounding his hammer turned crimson.
His aura rose explosively, overwhelming the three elders.
The sheer murderous pressure made the elders freeze in shock.
"This isn't possible—Tang Hao only has eight—" Tang Mie didn't even finish before Tang Hao's hammer caught him full on and sent him hurtling through the air.
He flew hundreds of meters, colliding with a mountain so hard it collapsed beneath the impact.
"You—how can this be…"
Before Tang Po and Tang Zhe could react, Tang Hao struck again, hammering them both away with consecutive blows.
"Who dares harm my son?!" he bellowed. Dropping from the sky, he smashed his hammer down on a disciple who had gotten too close to Ah Yin and Tang San, pulverizing the man into a spray of blood and flesh.
He swung again, crushing another disciple who tried to grab Ah Yin.
Then, standing before Ah Yin and Tang San, Tang Hao swung his hammer again and again, slaughtering every Clear Sky disciple who dared approach. Within moments, he had cleared a thirty-meter circle around them, a vacuum of blood and silence.
"Those who harm my son or touch my wife shall die! Who dares come forward?!" Tang Hao roared. His eyes glowed scarlet, his killing intent so thick that even breathing near him seemed suffocating.
"This… impossible…" Tang Lie stammered, pale with disbelief.
The Clear Sky disciples were frozen, terrified to move under Tang Hao's monstrous aura.
From a distance, three figures rose shakily into the air—the Titled Elders.
Tang Zhe, Tang Mie, and Tang Po all clutched their hammers with one hand and their chests with the other, blood trickling from their lips.
"Horrifying… is this truly the Killing God Domain?" Tang Mie said in horror.
Tang Zhe shook his head. "I've felt the Sect Master Tang Chen's own domain before. If his field had been this powerful, that duel with Qian Daoliu wouldn't have ended in such a narrow victory."
"Then what is this? He only has eight rings!" Tang Po exclaimed in disbelief.
Feeling Tang Hao's overwhelming power—comparable to that of a Super Douluo—the three elders hesitated, fear creeping into their eyes.
In the Divine Realm, within the Eternal Temple—
Huo Yuhao observed their thoughts through his divine sight and sneered.
"Thinking of retreating already? Did you ask me, Brother Hao, for permission? After so many of your sect members died by Tang Hao's hand, you'd walk away so easily? No… you owe him pain—deep, unforgettable pain."
As his pen moved across the Eternal Chronicle, Huo Yuhao subtly influenced the minds of every Clear Sky disciple and elder present—except Tang Lie.
Tang Hao shouted coldly, "Step forward within thirty meters, and you die. Those who value their lives—stay back!"
Clutching Ah Yin's hand and holding Tang San in his arms, he stepped forward slowly. With each step he took, the disciples retreated in fear. Some tripped and fell, scrambling backward on hands and knees just to escape from the monster before them.
"No… don't come any closer!"
"Don't kill me, Tang Hao!"
"I don't want to die!"
Watching his sect tremble before him, Tang Hao sighed quietly. These people represented the foundation of the Clear Sky Sect—he truly didn't want to harm them. If his sheer presence could keep them at bay, perhaps he could still leave peacefully with Ah Yin and Tang San.
He looked around—at the mangled corpses scattered across the ground, splattered against rocks and hanging from tree branches—and whispered an apology in his heart before striding toward the exit of Sky Valley Ridge.
But suddenly, everything changed.
One Clear Sky disciple's eyes flared red with madness. His breath came heavy and harsh. "Tang Hao! You killed my son! You think you can just walk away? Even if I die today, I'll take your damned child with me!"
"Tang Hao, die!"
"Even if it kills me, I'll stain this canyon with your blood!"
At that moment, the three elders—Tang Zhe, Tang Mie, and Tang Po—also roared in unison. They summoned their Clear Sky Hammers once again, launching themselves toward Tang Hao.
"Tang Hao! After slaughtering so many of our sect disciples, you will pay with your life!" Tang Mie yelled, eyes scarlet with rage.
"Tang Hao, today it's either you or me!" Tang Po bellowed, his hammer blazing with spirit power.
"Tang Hao, if we let a mere Soul Douluo cow us into retreat, I'd no longer deserve the name Clear Sky! Die!" Tang Zhe thundered.
The abrupt change caught Tang Hao off guard.
Just a moment ago, they had been quaking under his aura. Now they were like beasts gone mad, charging at him with bloodshot eyes.
"Why… why are you doing this?" Tang Hao cried out in anguish. "I don't want to hurt you! Why must you force me?!"
There was no answer. One disciple lunged straight for baby Tang San.
Tang Hao reacted instinctively, swinging his hammer and crushing the man instantly.
Another disciple reached for Ah Yin—and was smashed into paste the next second.
His Clear Sky Hammer roared through the air, every swing taking another life. The Killing God Domain surged to its limit.
"Stand back! Retreat! Anyone who comes forward will die!" Tang Hao shouted, hoping to scare them away again.
But his warnings no longer had any effect. The disciples, eyes red and breath wild, charged blindly like moths to a flame.
He didn't want to kill them—but they attacked mercilessly, aiming for Ah Yin and Tang San. He had no choice but to fight back. And under the power amplification of the Killing God Domain, every hammer strike became an execution. Each blow took a life.
From a distant peak, Tang Lie watched in horror as the blood-red domain spread, blanketing the valley below.
Every swing of Tang Hao's hammer sent bodies flying apart—limbs, flesh, and shattered skulls painting the canyon in gore. The thick stench of blood rolled like waves through the air.
Though they had three Titled Douluo, several Soul Douluo, and over a dozen Soul Sages present, Tang Lie saw no chance of victory.
None—no one could stop the mad god that Tang Hao had become.
(END CHAPTER)
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