The roses that Xiao Lan had entrusted to Ning Rongrong were scattered across the ground.
His blue eyes trembled as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
"Little… Little Blue… is gone?!"
Suddenly, his entire body began to tremble, as if he had thought of something terrifying.
Little Blue… was dead!
Tang Hao froze in place, staring at his hands and feeling the lingering warmth upon them. His eyes suddenly widened, turning bloodshot.
Recalling Ah Yin's hateful gaze at the end, his heart was struck by a sudden, wrenching pain.
"Don't—!!!"
Tang Hao roared, as if all his strength had been drained, and collapsed to his knees.
He watched as the green light dissipated, his entire body trembling in agony.
"My Gintoki! My… my Gintoki…!"
He frantically waved his hands in the air, trying to grasp the fading light, desperately attempting to keep his Ah Yin with him.
"No, no, no… no!!"
However, as the green light gradually faded away…
Nothing remained except a bamboo skewer lying on the ground.
The unique fragrance of the Blue Silver Emperor dispersed into the air. The warmth in his hands vanished, and Tang Hao's heart turned ice-cold.
He stared at his hands in disbelief, tears streaming down his face.
With trembling hands, he picked up the bamboo skewer.
He never imagined that Ah Yin would choose death over living on.
They didn't recognize him either!
"It's all gone… everything is gone!"
"I… I actually…! I killed Ah Yin again!"
Overwhelmed by remorse, his face twisted into a grimace. Tears and snot mingled together as he laughed and cried at the same time, bloodstains streaking his cheeks.
Like a murderous demon.
"Uh—huh!!"
A surge of killing intent rushed to his brain, and Tang Hao let out a furious roar, causing cracks to spread across the surrounding walls.
His eyes turned blood-red as a violent killing intent burst forth along with the Killing God Domain.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red spirit ring slowly rose beneath him.
That red spirit ring was especially eye-catching…
"Ugh—!"
Ning Rongrong cried out, tears streaming down her face as she covered her mouth, barely holding back a scream. She trembled under Tang Hao's murderous aura.
Only now did she understand why Xiao Lan had urged her to leave earlier. This disheveled beggar was actually a Title Douluo!
Suppressing her fear, Ning Rongrong slowly retreated… then quickly fled the scene.
She ran far away, and while running, she suddenly burst into tears.
She regretted it. She shouldn't have brought Xiao Lan out to play. How was she going to explain this to Ye Qiu…?
Having just experienced what happened in the Sunset Forest, she was already on the verge of a mental breakdown. The people she had brought out… were gone again.
"Xiao Lan… Ye Qiu… I'm sorry! Waaah—!"
Stumbling and staggering, she made her way toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
On the original street, Tang Hao had already picked up the Clear Sky Hammer and, like a madman, repeatedly smashed it into the shops on both sides.
Boom! Bang!
Buildings collapsed, debris flying everywhere.
A terrifying aura surged outward.
The destructive power of a Title Douluo was horrifying; countless innocent civilians were dragged into the disaster.
"Ah! Run! This bastard has gone mad!"
...
Tang Hao's overwhelming aura was sensed by many.
The Royal Knights and Spirit Hall were the first to arrive at the scene, followed by numerous Soul Masters watching from a distance.
"Where did this Title Douluo come from?"
"That… that's the Clear Sky Hammer! Someone, come here! Someone, come here!"
Spirit Hall Bishop Salas recognized him at a glance.
"Everyone!"
"Report this to your superiors immediately! Tang Hao has appeared!"
"Yes!"
Salas immediately arranged for his men to take action.
Tang Hao continued his rampage, unable to forgive himself.
He had caused Ah Yin's death once again.
Right in front of him! Right in front of his eyes! He had driven her to her death!
"Ah Yin!!"
His wails echoed endlessly.
Drowning in pain and self-blame, unable to escape, the bloodstained Haotian Hammer in his hand swept in all directions.
Suddenly, a dark rift opened in the void.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo arrived at the scene.
"Uncle Jian, what's wrong with Tang Hao? Has he gone mad from cultivating?" Ning Fengzhi asked.
"He must have suffered some kind of tremendous blow. It's likely related to the 'Ah Yin' he mentioned," Sword Douluo replied.
Standing atop his sword, Sword Douluo felt the violent killing intent emanating from Tang Hao, his expression solemn.
"I never imagined that the mighty Haotian Douluo would fall into such a state," Bone Douluo said, crossing his arms as he gazed quietly at Tang Hao, his expression tinged with melancholy. "Fengzhi, what do you think… should we stop him?"
"It seems we won't need to intervene," Ning Fengzhi said, pointing toward a noble-looking woman below.
The newcomer appeared to be an ordinary person, with no trace of soul power fluctuations.
She wore a silver palace gown, tall and slender, with delicate features and an incomparably noble aura.
Yet her nobility did not oppress others. Instead, it exuded gentleness and tranquility.
Her light-blue hair was styled into a bun at the back of her head, adorned with golden hair accessories that enhanced her beauty. Long bangs framed her cheeks, her eyes calm and her expression serene.
She walked closer and closer to the already deranged Tang Hao.
"Stop her!" Salas shouted. He couldn't allow Tang Hao to escape so easily.
Whoosh!
A sharp sword, like the Sword of Damocles, hovered above Salas's head.
Sword Douluo's voice rang out coldly, "Salas, doesn't your Spirit Hall care about the lives of ordinary people?"
Salas's face darkened, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes. However, he dared not act presumptuously and instead forced a smile.
"Hehe… Sword Douluo, what are you saying? I was only worried that Master Tang might get hurt. That's why I wanted to stop him."
A golden ring appeared beneath the woman in palace attire, and a gentle golden light spread outward.
Like spring breezes brushing across Lugu Lake, or autumn rains washing over Jiuzhaigou.
Wherever the golden light passed, everyone felt an overwhelming sense of peace, as if bathed in warm sunlight. Even the darkest hearts were illuminated.
The bloodthirsty killing intent in Tang Hao's eyes gradually faded. His gaze cleared, and he stopped his actions.
He turned to look at the woman in palace attire, yet could not bring himself to meet her eyes, shame filling his gaze.
"Moonlight…"
After surveying his surroundings, he realized how close he had come to complete destruction.
Seeing the hostile Spirit Hall members encircling the area…
Perhaps unwilling to involve her, Tang Hao said nothing. After glancing at her one last time, he turned and left without looking back.
No one dared to stop him. Salas, whose cultivation was only at the Soul Douluo level, could only watch helplessly.
Tang Yuehua gazed in the direction Tang Hao had left, her emotions complicated.
She couldn't understand why, when it was clearly the two brothers' scheme, they were now acting so desperately…
She let out a self-mocking chuckle tinged with heartache, then gracefully walked toward Yuexuan.
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