Chapter 224: Ah Zhu's Revenge: Tang Hao, I Want You Dead!
The moment Ah Zhu saw that familiar figure deep within the forest, she gradually descended into madness. Beneath the spider mask, her face twisted with hatred.
It was easy to imagine just how deep Ah Zhu's hatred for Tang Hao truly ran.
After Yun Yuan resurrected Ah Zhu, she was no longer blinded by the influence of the Asura God's divine power, and her sanity naturally returned to normal.
The original Ah Zhu could never have fallen in love with Tang Hao.
It was only under the guidance of the Asura God that she had become hopelessly devoted to him.
Meanwhile, deep within the forest, Tang Hao was still instructing Tang San in the cultivation of the Clear Sky Sect's supreme techniques.
Across the entire Douluo Continent, aside from Yun Yuan's self-created Atlas Spear Art, the supreme techniques of the Clear Sky Sect were second to none.
However, before long, sinister winds swept through the forest, causing countless trees to sway violently as an oppressive atmosphere filled the surroundings.
"Dad, what's going on today? Something feels wrong with the surroundings."
Looking at the strange changes around them, Tang San felt an increasing sense of unease.
If Tang San could sense it, then Tang Hao, a Titled Douluo, naturally sensed it as well.
A supreme expert was approaching!
The next moment,
Tang Hao grabbed Tang San and endured the backlash ravaging his body as he forcibly activated all of his remaining soul power.
Back then, detonating all nine soul rings together with the internal ice explosion had nearly cost him his life.
Now, he couldn't even bring out ten percent of his former strength, much less use desperate techniques like Ring Explosion or the Great Sumeru Hammer.
Forget facing someone like Ah Zhu, whose strength rivaled that of a Super Douluo.
Even an ordinary Titled Douluo could now take his life.
"Dad, is a powerful enemy coming?"
Seeing the serious expression on Tang Hao's face, Tang San immediately guessed the reason.
"Yes. If I weren't injured, I could still defeat today's enemy. But after that battle several years ago, my body was left riddled with irreversible injuries."
"Against an opponent of this level, if we don't run, both of us will die here today. It doesn't matter if I, Tang Hao, die, but nothing can happen to you, Xiao San. You still have to inherit the legacy of the Asura God and avenge our Clear Sky Sect."
As Tang Hao fled with Tang San, he explained the situation.
But with Tang Hao already so severely crippled, there was no escaping Ah Zhu's grasp.
Above the two of them,
A gigantic purple-black palm condensed entirely from soul power descended with overwhelming force.
"Not good!"
Sensing the sudden danger, Tang Hao immediately summoned his Clear Sky Hammer.
His soul power surged throughout his body as the pitch-black hammer smashed directly into the center of the giant palm.
Boom!!!
The violent collision blasted both Tang Hao and Tang San straight down into the dense forest below.
"Tang Hao, you will never escape the grasp of our Spirit Hall."
A hoarse voice echoed through the skies above the forest, sounding like the whispers of a demon from the endless abyss.
"So it really is a Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall. Damn it! One day, I, Tang San, will make all of you from Spirit Hall pay the price!"
After realizing the attacker's identity, Tang San cursed inwardly.
Spirit Hall again!
Couldn't they just let him grow peacefully for a few more years?
Although he was much stronger than he had been several years ago, he was still nowhere near capable of participating in a battle between supreme experts.
"Xiao San, leave now. Dad will hold off that Titled Douluo for a while."
"Once you've escaped safely, remember to head for Slaughter City and find your uncle, Tang Xiao."
Tang Hao looked at Tang San as though delivering his final farewell.
If he didn't risk his life to cover Tang San's escape today, neither of them would survive.
"Dad... take care."
Tang San fell silent for a moment before making his decision.
In the current situation, only his father could remain behind to stop Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo.
The next instant,
Tang San used the Tang Sect's technique, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
His figure became ghostlike as he rapidly weaved through the forest.
Today, Tang San had to survive.
After surviving, he would head to Slaughter City, inherit the legacy of the Asura God, and take revenge upon Spirit Hall.
The destruction of his sect.
The murder of his mother.
The murder of his father.
These countless hatreds pushed Tang San's resentment toward Spirit Hall and Yun Yuan to its absolute limit.
Unless Spirit Hall was destroyed and the Atlas God was slain, he, Tang San, swore he would not rest!
Watching Tang San disappear, Tang Hao finally relaxed.
Now, he only needed to buy Tang San as much time as possible and ensure that he escaped from this Spirit Hall Titled Douluo.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—nine soul rings gradually rose beneath Tang Hao's feet and revolved around him.
He raised the Clear Sky Hammer and pointed it directly toward the black mist above.
Soon, Ah Zhu slowly emerged from within the darkness.
Looking at the blood-red ninth soul ring surrounding Tang Hao, the killing intent in her eyes became more intense than ever before.
That...
Was her soul ring!
"Hiding your head and showing your tail, not even daring to reveal your true face. Is everyone in Spirit Hall such a coward?"
Tang Hao mocked Ah Zhu with open contempt, hoping to provoke her into focusing all of her attention on him.
"Good. Very good, Tang Hao. Today... I'll show you exactly how I'll torture you."
Ah Zhu's voice remained hoarse, still refusing to reveal her true identity.
The next moment, soul power erupted around Ah Zhu once again as she condensed another gigantic purple-black palm and attacked Tang Hao.
In response, Tang Hao's seventh soul ring lit up.
His Martial Soul True Body manifested to block Ah Zhu's assault.
As time passed, the two exchanged hundreds of blows.
Throughout the battle, Tang Hao's body steadily approached the brink of collapse.
Yet Ah Zhu remained perfectly calm and composed.
"It's time, Tang Hao. At last, you've fallen into my hands!"
Ah Zhu burst into loud laughter.
Behind her appeared the enormous phantom of a Man-Faced Spider Emperor, and she finally unleashed her full strength.
"Man-Faced Spider Emperor?"
Seeing Ah Zhu's martial soul, Tang Hao froze briefly.
But he never connected her with the Ah Zhu he had killed years ago.
After all, she had died by his own hand.
How could someone return from the dead?
"Abyssal Demon Threads!"
Ah Zhu shouted angrily.
Countless fine spider webs spread across the battlefield, completely sealing off the entire area.
Trapped within the web-covered domain, Tang Hao had almost no ability to resist Ah Zhu's full-powered soul skill.
Before long, his body was completely bound by the spider silk, with only his head left exposed.
Ah Zhu appeared within the web domain and slowly walked toward the immobilized Tang Hao.
Faced with the approach of death, Tang Hao felt little fear.
But when he looked up, a horrifying sight greeted him.
The woman with the Man-Faced Spider Emperor martial soul slowly removed her spider mask, revealing a face Tang Hao knew all too well.
"No! Th-That's impossible! Didn't you die? How can you still be alive?!"
The woman before him was none other than Ah Zhu, the hundred-thousand-year Man-Faced Spider Emperor whom he had personally killed years ago.
"Tang Hao, you're still alive, so why should I have died before you?"
"Now..."
"I've returned from hell."
"And I've come back... to take my revenge!"
Cold killing intent radiated from Ah Zhu's eyes.
Her fair fingers slowly traced across Tang Hao's rough face before finally coming to rest upon one of his eyeballs.
End of Chapter
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