Chapter 83: Severing Tang San's Right Leg — Stealing the Blue Silver Emperor Bone
Being openly mocked by a teenage boy before his eyes, Tang Hao was utterly enraged.
Blue veins bulged across his forehead, and his eyes burned like two torches locked firmly onto the youth.
"You arrogant brat… do you even know who I am?!"
Of course, Gui Mei knew that the disheveled middle-aged man was Tang Hao—but he did not strike immediately.
He suspected Tang San was nearby.
And once Tang San appeared? He would capture father and son together in one sweep.
Killing Tang San now was impossible due to fate's protection—but Gui Mei would make sure the boy suffered.
Narrowing his eyes, he curled his lips into a mocking smile and answered deliberately:
"Why would I care who you are? Judging from the situation, you're probably like this old bastard—eyeing my soul bone. Unfortunately, you both overestimate your strength. You don't even know what kind of existence you're facing."
Gui Mei stood there calm and composed, looking as if he had everything under control.
Tang Hao grew even more furious.
"Hmph! Evil brat, do you think killing a Soul Douluo makes you impressive? You dare bully my son and insult the Clear Sky Hammer—today I'll make sure you learn the price of arrogance!"
As he spoke, a ball of black light surged into Tang Hao's palm.
In an instant, it transformed into a small, pitch-black hammer.
With a single swing of his arm, that small hammer swelled rapidly in the wind until it reached the size of a water barrel.
The Clear Sky Hammer.
Its aura distorted the surrounding space, as though the air itself feared this overwhelming force.
Holding his martial soul, Tang Hao stood tall like a mountain—his presence exploding outward like a war god descending to the mortal world.
At this moment, Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong finally arrived.
The instant Tang San saw that towering silhouette—
"Dad!"
Gui Mei's lips curled upward.
The father and son were finally here.
This time… neither would leave unscathed.
Flender glared at Gui Mei, killing intent seething in his eyes.
Back at the Pope's Palace square, he had been publicly humiliated by this youth. Even with Tang Hao present, he couldn't suppress the urge to summon his Owl martial soul, preparing to attack at any moment.
Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong exchanged a glance. Both released their martial souls as well, ready for any sudden development.
Tang Hao looked back at his son.
"Xiao San, watch closely. This… is the true Clear Sky Hammer."
"Dad! Once you subdue him, I want to smash his limbs with the Clear Sky Hammer! He dared insult the Clear Sky Hammer—he must pay!"
"Fine. Just as you wish."
Tang San's eyes shone with excitement.
Finally—finally—he could take revenge!
Something felt off, a bit too convenient, too smooth… but with Tang Hao personally taking charge, plus the Golden Iron Triangle assisting, Tang San brushed aside his unease.
Soon, that mysterious boy would be defeated.
And then he would grind him into dust.
Gui Mei's cold laughter cut into Tang Hao's excited confidence.
"Tang Hao… do you really still think you're that invincible Clear Sky Douluo? A crippled dog with a broken spine dares bark at me? Today will be your death."
His tone was full of scorn, completely disregarding Tang Hao and the others.
Darkness surged from Gui Mei's body, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.
Tang Hao frowned.
During the finals of the Soul Master Tournament, he had secretly observed Gui Mei. He knew this boy was far from simple.
But as a Titled Douluo with a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, how could he possibly fear a mere boy?
Moreover, the boy had bullied his son. He had insulted the Clear Sky Hammer.
Today, Tang Hao would claim the boy's soul bone and crush him without mercy.
Nine soul rings appeared one by one around Tang Hao:
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
The moment that the hundred-thousand-year red soul ring appeared, the world around them was dyed crimson.
The immense pressure it emitted made Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong tremble involuntarily.
Under its glow, Tang Hao seemed even more towering—an unshakable mountain.
His Clear Sky Hammer martial soul had also turned completely blood-red, murderous intent boiling in his eyes as his aura soared to its peak.
Gui Mei only smiled.
"A single hundred-thousand-year ring… and that's enough for you to brag?"
The moment his words landed—
Light burst from Gui Mei's feet.
One red soul ring rose.
Then a second.
Then a third.
Then… a fourth.
Four hundred-thousand-year soul rings illuminated the world.
And on his fourth soul ring— two golden lines pulsed, exuding a fearsome, indescribable power.
The heavens seemed to dim in response.
A suffocating death aura surged outward like a tidal wave, twisting the space around him.
Tang Hao's once-dazzling red ring instantly lost its brilliance under the oppression of Gui Mei's four.
Gui Mei stood there, enveloped by the blinding crimson light and murderous aura, appearing more unfathomable—and infinitely more terrifying.
Gui Mei lifted his head slightly, his gaze as cold as the depths of hell.
Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong were stunned speechless, their faces drained of all color.
"How is this possible?! His first soul ring is a hundred-thousand-year ring! Four hundred-thousand-year rings appearing on someone so young…"
Yu Xiaogang trembled.
He knew this youth had once undergone a bone-age and soul-power test by a Red Archbishop of Spirit Hall.
Seventeen years old.
Body martial soul.
Four soul rings.
Soul power is not even at rank fifty.
Yet…
All four of those soul rings were actually hundred-thousand-year soul rings.
And that fourth soul ring—its age clearly surpassed even that level.
This shattered every theory he had ever studied. It was beyond comprehension.
Even when witnessing it with his own eyes, Yu Xiaogang still couldn't accept it.
Tang Hao was equally stunned.
He had always been proud of the single hundred-thousand-year ring granted by the Blue Silver Emperor's sacrifice.
But this boy—this teenager—not only possessed one…
He had four.
A monstrous, heaven-defying existence.
No wonder he had always looked down on everyone.
Only now did Tang Hao understand why the youth dared carry three soul bones alone—his strength justified it.
Shaken by the four red soul rings, none of them noticed Tang San's abnormal reaction.
At this moment—
Tang San felt like his heart was being shredded.
His entire body trembled violently before he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which burst into a cloud of crimson mist midair.
"Xiao San!"
Yu Xiaogang rushed to support him.
Tang San lifted a trembling finger toward Gui Mei.
"It's him… It's him! He killed Xiao Wu… that soul ring is Xiao Wu's!!"
Everyone froze.
Tang Hao finally understood.
"Xiao San, you're saying… he is Gui Mei?"
"Yes… The first ring carries Xiao Wu's aura…"
Tang San's voice was hoarse, filled with unbearable agony.
He had spent years side by side with Xiao Wu. He was intimately familiar with her energy.
To sense that aura again—yet in this horrifying form—
It broke his mind.
A thousand arrows through the heart could not describe the pain flooding his soul.
Tang Hao turned toward the youth again—his expression shifting drastically.
So this boy was Gui Mei.
Then the one who killed Xiao Wu could only be him.
And if Gui Mei was here… then Yue Guan could not be far. The two were known to be inseparable.
Even if Yue Guan wasn't present, a Gui Mei with four red soul rings was already someone Tang Hao could not possibly confront.
Tang Hao's thoughts spun wildly.
He finally understood—it had been a trap from the start.
Gui Mei had lured them here.
They had walked right into it.
"Xiao San! All of you—run!"
Tang Hao didn't even finish speaking before his Clear Sky Hammer erupted with blood-red light, smashing toward Gui Mei with devastating force.
He hoped this overwhelming strike would buy enough time for them to escape.
But—
"Hmph! You think escaping is that easy?"
Tang San activated his Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone, trying to flee the battlefield.
But before he could get far, a cold, feminine voice echoed from above.
Yue Guan had arrived.
A golden figure descended from the sky, blocking Flender and the others.
Tang San had already lifted off—
But suddenly, he felt his body go weightless.
As though an invisible force had seized him, dragging him toward the descending golden silhouette.
"Xiao San!"
Yu Xiaogang cried out in terror.
Tang Hao's hammer had already been swung—he couldn't pull back to save his son.
"Xiao San should be fine… that mysterious protection should appear again…"
Tang Hao forced himself to believe it.
He couldn't deal with Gui Mei. He could barely protect himself—how could he spare attention to Tang San?
He could only place his hopes on that strange force that had once saved Tang San's life.
But then—
A scream tore open the night.
"AHHHHH!"
Tang San, trapped in Yue Guan's Gravity Control Skill, had his right leg severed cleanly by a razor-sharp chrysanthemum blade.
The limb was sliced off at the root.
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End of Chapter