NOVEL NEXT Chapter 35: Chapter 35: The Hero Saves the Beauty, Tang Hao Is Severed in Two!
"No!"
Amidst the boundless sky, Xiao Wu's despair-filled gaze locked onto the enormous hand of Soul Power closing in on her. Her beautiful eyes glimmered with helplessness and fear.
"Hmph! Such audacity! To dare lay a hand on my Xiao Wu—did you even consider whether I would allow it? Keisha, take action!"
Hearing Tang Hao's words, Yao Xuan lifted his head, his icy gaze piercing the distance as he spoke in an eerily calm tone.
"Hahahaha! This has to be the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life!" Tang Hao's laughter echoed mockingly. "Do you think someone like me, the mighty Clear Sky Douluo, needs anyone's permission? Even the Pope of Spirit Hall wouldn't dare to stop me, let alone a mere brat like you. And since you're so eager to play the hero, I'll gladly fulfill your wish today! After all, you've already uncovered my secrets, so there's no reason to let you live!"
Killing intent flickered in Tang Hao's eyes as he began gathering his Soul Power. Both children had seen through Xiao Wu's identity as a hundred-thousand-year-old Soul Beast and recognized him as the infamous Clear Sky Douluo. There could be no witnesses left alive.
As someone from the Clear Sky Clan, Tang Hao had always embodied its ruthless and self-centered ethos. Knowing these children were privy to his secrets, he wouldn't hesitate to kill, even if they were mere kids.
However, just as Tang Hao's triumphant laughter filled the air, his expression froze. It was as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.
"To dare harbor killing intent toward my master—death is the only atonement!"
A voice rang out, regal and divine, as an overwhelming aura enveloped Tang Hao, rendering him immobile. In an instant, a radiant, golden figure descended from the heavens, cloaked in sacred flames and wielding a blazing holy sword pointed directly at Tang Hao's head.
"Keisha... Sister?" Xiao Wu gasped in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock. The seemingly ordinary Keisha, who had lived and played alongside her, now exuded a terrifying and awe-inspiring power.
Yet, what puzzled Xiao Wu even more was why someone as formidable as Keisha referred to Yao Xuan as her "master." Could it be that Yao Xuan's strength surpassed even hers?
While Xiao Wu stood stunned, Tang Hao found himself trembling uncontrollably under Keisha's immense pressure. His soul seemed to quake as fear gripped him.
This level of suppression was unprecedented for him. Not even in his youth, when facing his grandfather, Tang Chen—the Pinnacle Douluo—had he felt such an overpowering force.
In the face of such a being, resistance was futile. The only option was escape.
Driven by desperation, Tang Hao pushed his Soul Power to its limit, his body erupting with terrifying energy as he tried to flee.
"Hmph. Vermin. Did I permit you to leave?" Keisha's icy gaze filled with disdain as she lightly raised a slender finger toward the fleeing Tang Hao.
In an instant, a golden cage of angelic holy power materialized around Tang Hao, sealing him completely.
"Manifest! Clear Sky True Form!" Tang Hao roared, refusing to surrender. He poured every ounce of his Soul Power into activating his martial soul avatar.
But despair quickly overtook him. He couldn't even summon the faintest trace of Soul Power, let alone manifest his martial soul avatar.
"Die." Keisha raised her blazing sword, her serene gaze looking down at Tang Hao like an ant beneath her notice. The blade gleamed with divine light, poised to execute the condemned.
Tang Hao's body shook violently, terror flooding his veins. His legs weakened, threatening to collapse beneath him.
"Keisha, spare his life," Yao Xuan's voice interrupted. He shook his head slightly, his tone calm but unyielding. "While he deserves death, granting him a swift end is too merciful."
Yao Xuan's eyes glinted coldly. As a transmigrator, he knew Tang Hao's true nature—his actions were far from those of a noble hero. This was a man who had sacrificed his wife for power, a despicable traitor who had orchestrated Ah Yin's death for his own gain.
Even Tang Xiao had seen through Tang Hao's schemes, which was why Tang Hao never dared to return to the Clear Sky Clan. Such a man did not deserve an easy death.
Moreover, Yao Xuan had other plans. The one to end Tang Hao's life should not be him, but Ah Yin herself—after she was resurrected and learned the truth of her tragic fate.
"As you wish, my master." Keisha lowered her sword, her divine aura receding slightly. However, with a casual flick of her blade, she unleashed a golden arc of light.
"No!" Tang Hao's anguished scream echoed as the sword light cleaved through him, slicing him in two at the waist. Blood splattered, painting the ground a vivid red.
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