Douluo: My father, titled Douluo

Chapter 383

Tang San still remembered that voice, that voice full of evil thoughts who claimed to be a god.

"It will help me."

Tang San said swearingly.

Tang Chen looked at Tang San's Eight Spider Lances, "Helping you means giving you an external spirit bone?"

I don't know why, although Tang San treated Tang Chen like this, Tang Chen still tolerated it.

It's like the elders seeing the rebelliousness of the younger generation. Although there is anger in their hearts, it is more amused at the younger generation's self-control.

Tang San's spider legs pierced through the big tree, a layer of purple quietly spread from the spider legs, the trunk, branches and leaves also turned into the same purple.

Leaves fell from the sky one by one, and before they hit the ground, they turned into wisps of purple powder and disappeared in the air.

"This spirit bone is my own."

Tang San looked at Tang Chen's shoulder, and the nine small tumors on it were oozing blood again, just like a human face dripping with blood and tears.

"This,

It is what deals with you. "

The nine small tumors on Tang Chen's shoulders exploded suddenly, and a hideous face grew out of the exploded flesh. It had no skin, and it bit Tang Chen's neck, sucking blood.

"what!"

Tang Chen let go of Tang San, and began to deal with his old friend - the blood red nine-headed Bat King.

Tang San flicked his fingers, and the dark blue silver grass wound towards Tang Chen like a swimming snake, and the spikes and barbs on it pierced Tang Chen's body.

Limit Douluo's body shouldn't be so fragile, Tang San shouldn't have broken Tang Chen's defense either.

But the blood-red nine-headed Bat King's weakening of Tang Chen was really too great.

The blood-red nine-headed bat king bit Tang Chen's main artery, and the blood sprayed out like a balloon filled with water.

Qian Renxue used the angelic soul power to help Tang Chen get rid of the blood-red nine-headed bat king, but she couldn't get rid of it completely, so it was Tang Chen himself who was suffering now.

"Your Majesty, you should also know what will happen to you."

Tang San raised his left hand, black light surged, spirit power gradually took shape on his left hand, Tang San held the Clear Sky Hammer tightly in his palm.

Tang Chen's eyes froze. Even though half of his neck was torn, he was still shocked when he looked at the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's left hand.

"This is..." The blood light on Tang Chen's body fluctuated violently, and Tang San was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a few steps back before standing still.

"This is my secret." Tang San swallowed, and took another step forward.

I have already held the Clear Sky Hammer, how can I still be afraid of him?
"You are a child of the Haotian School...whose child are you?"

Tang Chen tore off the blood-red nine-headed Bat King biting on his neck, and blocked it with his arms.

"What does this have to do with you?"

"What does this have to do with me?"

Tang Chen's voice trembled, and blood and tears kept overflowing from his black eyes, which made his face look a bit fierce.

"Who is your father?"

Tang Chen became furious, and regardless of the wound on his neck, he directly grabbed Tang San's neck.

"Tang Hao, my father Tang Hao."

Tang San had difficulty breathing, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand fell to the ground.

"Tang Hao, so you are Hao'er's son. My name is Tang Chen."

Tang Chen was crying, black light surged in his hand, and an incomparably huge heavy hammer covered with dark golden magic patterns appeared in his hand.

Even though the shape of that hammer was already very different from Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, the real Clear Sky Hammer's aura couldn't be faked.

It is the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul handed down from the Clear Sky School.

"Then you are..."

Tang San's breathing was almost stagnant.

"Your father is my grandson." Tang Chen said kindly.

Tang San fell to his knees and bowed down with a plop, choked with sobs and shouted: "Great-grandfather!"

The King of Slaughter in the Slaughter City turned out to be Tang San's great-grandfather.

"Great-grandfather! You want to avenge Haotianzong and my father!"

Tang San cried until his heart broke.

If he had the support of Tang Chen's great-grandfather in the past, the Yuan family father and daughter would not have been so arrogant and domineering in front of him.

Who in this world can match the prestige of Tang Chen's great-grandfather?
Once the suzerain of the world's number one sect, a level 99 Demigod Limit Douluo.

How powerful is that?
"Yuan Ling'er, look! If I had a great-grandfather, you would be finished!"

Tang San thought that with Tang Chen as his backer, he would be able to stand out in the future.

Then Tang San looked up and saw the big wound on Tang Chen's neck.

"……"Tang San.

Tang Chen wanted to go forward to help Tang San, but a deep sadness flashed in his eyes, life had come to an end, and he was powerless.

Tang San lowered his head again, not daring to look at Tang Chen's expression.

"Great-grandfather, are you... alright?" Tang San bowed down again.

Tang Chen sighed slightly, and understood Tang San's change of mind.

What can I do to this great-grandson who killed his ancestors?

"Where's your father?" Tang Chen asked.

Compared with this great-grandson, Tang Chen is still more familiar with Tang Hao's grandson.

"Father, he... passed away."

Tang San tremblingly recounted what happened in these years.

Especially when Haotianzong was destroyed by Wuhundian, Tang San emphasized that Yuan Xunlu was the leader.

Listening to Tang San's words, Tang Chen's face became more and more ugly.

Tang Chen already knew what kind of scumbag Yuan Xunlu was.

But he really didn't expect that Yuan Xunlu would be so bold as to take the lead in destroying the Haotian School.

The air froze, and there seemed to be a crackling sound.

"What a Wuhun Temple. What a Yuan Xun. The Angel family is getting worse and worse!"

Tang Chen's body was filled with blood, and his soul power fluctuated chaotically.

Tang San could vaguely see blood streaks flashing under his great-grandfather's skin, it was the blood-red nine-headed Bat King.

"Great grandfather, what should I do?" Tang San asked.

Tang Chen reached into his bosom and took out a small golden hammer. A black gemstone was inlaid at each end of the small hammer, which looked extremely delicate.

"I don't know either. The Clear Sky School is gone. This is my token. You should keep it in your mind. It would be great if you can inherit the Wuhun of the Clear Sky School in the future."

"……"Tang San.

This works ass.

Tang Chen collapsed on the spot as if he had lost all his strength.

"I don't want to say anything about you. If you have a chance in the future, take my bones to the Clear Sky School. That's it."

Tang San kowtowed, tears streaming down his face.

But just turned around, Tang San stopped again, and said: "Great-grandfather, my strength is still too weak compared to the Yuan family."

Tang Chen raised his eyelids and looked at Tang San.

"Great-grandfather, help me. Will you?"

The Eight Spider Lances on Tang San's back opened and aimed at Tang Chen's head.

Tang Chen blocked it, but seeing the viciousness and resentment hidden in Tang San's eyes, Tang Chen sighed again and relaxed his resistance.

Tang San's Eight Spider Lances pierced in, absorbing waves of energy.

Very little.

"Why is that so little?"

Tang San asked.

"..." Tang Chen.

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