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"The Titled Douluo of the Haotian Sect was completely defeated."
"This isn't defeat, this is death."
"This kind of battle between Titled Douluo is truly rare."
"After today, the world's number one weapon spirit will probably change hands."
"That won't happen. After all, the Haotian Sect is the number one sect in the world. There are more than one or two Titled Douluo in the sect. There might even be someone stronger than this person."
The onlookers talked about the battle after watching it so exciting.
On the battlefield.
Yang Ziqi's bright silver spear touched Tang Hao's neck and then retracted. It seemed to be a gentle touch, but it left a transparent hole in Tang Hao's throat.
"Hehe~"
Tang Hao looked like he wanted to say something, but his vocal cords and organs were completely destroyed, so he could only whimper and couldn't utter a single word.
His consciousness was a little hazy, and he even felt a little funny.
He was the great Haotian Douluo, who even escaped the pursuit and blockade of the Spirit Hall, but he died here?
He still had a lot of things to do, and hadn't yet trained Xiao San to seek revenge on the Spirit Hall. How could he die like this?
Tang Hao stretched out his hand and grabbed forward helplessly, as if trying to grab a life-saving straw.
But his vitality quickly drained away through the wound on his throat, and his strength gradually faded.
Bang~
Finally, Tang Hao's hands dropped, and he fell face down into the dust.
"Master, Master, please get up quickly."
The Tai Tan, whose body was charred, shouted loudly with the support of several tribesmen.
He couldn't believe that Tang Hao died like this. He was still counting on Tang Hao to help his son avenge his death, but even Tang Hao himself died at the hands of Yang Ziqi.
"Old Yang, it's okay. When you sparred with me before, didn't you use your full strength?" Zhan Kaishan came to Yang Ziqi and said.
He deliberately stroked his mount's fur to get the two wind-flame tigers closer.
Yang Ziqi's brows twitched.
"Your mount..."
Before Yang Ziqi could finish, Zhan Kaishan laughed and said:
"How do you know that I followed the Palace Master out and, with His grace, tamed a soul beast mount? Do you think this tiger is majestic?"
Yang Ziqi took a deep breath.
He knew that Zhan Kaishan was showing off to him.
After Zhan Kaishan showed off for a while, he asked with concern:
"Old Yang, are you injured? If so, I can ride my mount to take you back to the Soul Palace and have Guardian Ye treat you."
"No, I'm not seriously injured."
Yang Ziqi said with a stern face.
After being boasted about by Zhan Kaishan in front of him, Yang Ziqi's joy of defeating a strong enemy faded away by a lot, and he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
He was actually still injured. After Tang Hao's ring exploded, the Great Sumeru Hammer Technique also brought a lot of pressure to Yang Ziqi. Although he was not directly hit by the Clear Sky Hammer, his internal organs were injured by its force, but it was not fatal.
While the two were talking, Xiao Mu took out his precious Wanhun Banner.
"The soul of a Titled Douluo cannot be spared."
In the blink of an eye, Tang Hao's soul emerged.
"I'm not dead yet. I'm not dead. I was wondering how a great Haotian Douluo like me could die in a place like this."
Tang Hao, who was in the soul state, didn't know whether he was stupid or didn't feel it, and thought he was still alive, and shouted excitedly.
"Shut up and go to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and catch up with your acquaintances."
Xiao Mu gently shook the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the powerful suction force made Tang Hao involuntarily throw himself into it.
"No~ Who are you? What do you want to do? I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you."
Tang Hao struggled violently, not wanting to be swallowed by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
"Get in here."
Faced with Tang Hao who kept saying that he wanted to kill him, Xiao Mu immediately asked the souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to teach this newcomer who didn't know the etiquette a lesson, no, it was a new ghost.
"Xiao San."
In the distance, Zhao Wuji stared with wide eyes as he watched Tang Hao being swallowed into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
He didn't see clearly during the battle just now, but when Tang Hao's gray robe disappeared in the ghost state, Zhao Wuji recognized him clearly.
Tang San did not answer. His ears were buzzing and his mind was blank.
"Brother." Xiao Wu looked at Tang San worriedly.
"No, no, no, that's my dad, my dad!"
Tang San finally recovered from his blank mind and said in despair.
He had just mocked this man for having the Clear Sky Hammer spirit but not much combat power, and he had no idea that this man was his father.
He watched his father being beaten to death, completely indifferent, and even had the mood to comment on it.
Tang Xiao's eyes were filled with tears and he clenched his fists tightly.
Even at the last moment, he still felt that Tang Hao could escape.
After all, when he and Tang Hao were traveling together in Douluo Continent, Tang Hao caused trouble everywhere and faced dangerous situations many times, but he managed to escape danger every time.
Tang Xiao never thought that Tang Hao would lose his life because of such a small matter as highway robbery.
Hearing Tang San's voice, Tang Xiao suppressed his sadness.
"Ah Hao is dead. I can't let his son lose his life and let Ah Hao die with hatred."
On the other side, Flender, Zhao Wuji and others held Tang San tightly.
"Xiao San, calm down, calm down quickly."
"Xiao San, if you rush out now, you'll end up losing your life."
Tang San stared at the front.
However, he was not looking at Tang Hao's body, but at the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in Xiao Mu's hand.
"My father is dead, and his soul is contained in that little flag. I must take that flag away."
"I know you're upset, but don't be sad yet. Not to mention you alone, even if we join together, can you defeat a Titled Douluo? If you attract their attention, you might even lose your life."
As soon as Flanders said this, Tang San immediately became much calmer.
He gritted his teeth and said, "The Soul Palace killed my father. Everyone in the Soul Palace deserves death. I will not let them go."
However, when he said this, Tang San's voice was so low that even Xiao Wu, Flanders and others around him couldn't hear it clearly.
Flanders thought it would be better if he calmed down.
Shrek has already destroyed Dai Mubai, and cannot afford to lose Tang San again.
Tang Xiao unknowingly came behind Shrek and his group.
"Come with me."
Flanders and others hurriedly turned around and saw a black-robed figure. Then, they saw that the black-robed figure had another person in his hand.
"elder brother."
Xiao Wu shouted in horror.
The person held in Tang Xiao's hand was Tang San.
After getting Tang San, Tang Xiao took him away quickly without saying a word.
"Put down the mistress."
Flanders and others hurriedly chased after him, but they could not catch up.
On Xiao Mu's side, Yang Ziqi briefly explained what happened on this trip and how he fought with Tang Hao.
Tai Tan had already pounced on Tang Hao's body and was beating his chest hard.
"Get up, Master, please get up quickly."
"Palace Master, what should we do with these people from the Power Clan?"
Tai Tan looked up angrily and looked at Yang Ziqi.
"You killed my master and my son. I will make you pay with your life."
Xiao Mu raised his eyebrows and said, "Need I say more? Why keep a guy like him?"