"Little bastard, learning nothing good, only sneak attacks and using poison?!"
"The Clear Sky Hammer's power is invincible; one force can overcome ten skills. Why resort to such despicable methods?"
"This old man must teach you properly what the Clear Sky Hammer truly is!"
A terrifying aura erupted from Tang Chen's body. Three Torrential Pear Blossom Needles were forced out from his flesh and bone, and a hammer, entirely dark gold in color and extremely powerful, appeared in his hand.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. The oppressive weight that had lingered before now deepened into something overwhelming, as if the very sky itself was pressing down. The ground beneath Tang Chen's feet cracked further, unable to withstand the surge of power radiating from him.
Tang Chen was truly enraged, not by his injury, but by his descendants resorting to such sneak attacks and poisoning schemes.
He despised such methods his entire life, especially since he himself had been ambushed by the Blood-red Bat King and Parasite for decades!
That memory burned within him like an unhealed wound. To him, such tactics were not clever—they were shameful. The Clear Sky Hammer stood for dominance, for overwhelming force that crushed all opposition. There was no need for tricks, no need for hidden schemes.
"Unfilial descendant, watch closely, this is the true Clear Sky Nine Absolutes."
"Empty Character Art: All-encompassing, echoing in an empty valley!"
"Penetrating Character Art: Combining movement and stillness, penetrating a surface with a single point."
"Collapse Character Art: Meteor radiation, mountains collapsing before you."
"Nine Absolutes Merged: Clear Sky Twilight!"
Boom boom boom —
Within the Hell Slaughter Arena, roars resounded.
Each strike was no longer just an attack—it was a declaration. The hammer moved with terrifying precision, yet carried an unstoppable momentum, as if every swing could shatter mountains. The techniques flowed seamlessly into one another, forming a complete and perfect whole.
Tang Chen's figure was almost like a short-distance blink, each hammer strike landing solidly on Tang San's body.
There was no room to evade, no opportunity to counter. Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, once elusive, now seemed sluggish and ineffective in the face of such overwhelming mastery.
Although Tang Chen was severely injured, he was still a Level 99 Limit Douluo; a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. The power he unleashed was completely beyond Tang San's ability to contend with.
He was like a sandbag, sent rolling across the ground by the blows.
Each impact echoed like thunder, shaking the arena and sending dust and debris into the air. Tang San's body could barely withstand the continuous assault, his defenses crumbling under the relentless pressure.
The final hammer strike, like the advent of doomsday twilight, made Tang San feel the sensation of death.
Time seemed to slow. The descending hammer filled his entire field of vision, carrying with it a force that felt inescapable. For a brief moment, Tang San truly believed this was the end.
When Tang Chen finished his Nine Absolutes and stopped, Tang San was already bruised and swollen, one eye large and one eye small, with blood oozing from his five orifices, half-lying on the ground.
The arena fell silent once more.
Tang San wiped his nosebleed, looking at Tang Chen with fear and resentment, his voice trembling:
"Who exactly are you? How do you also know the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes?"
"This old man, Clear Sky Sect, Tang Chen."
Tang Chen's figure was already somewhat ethereal, like an illusion about to shatter.
The once imposing presence now flickered, as if it could disperse at any moment. Yet even in this fragile state, the dignity and pride he carried remained unshaken.
"Tang Chen… You are, Great-Grandfather!"
Upon hearing that name, the resentment in Tang San's eyes dissipated somewhat. His body trembled, and he looked at Tang Chen in surprise. This person, was he his father's grandfather, and the Clear Sky Sect's ancestor who had been missing for decades—Tang Chen?!
With a thud, Tang San knelt again:
"Great-Grandfather, my father is Tang Hao, and I am your great-grandson, Tang San!"
"This unfilial great-grandson was disrespectful to Great-Grandfather. Please punish me, Great-Grandfather!"
"Great-Grandfather, this is the antidote for the Torrential Pear Blossom Needle poison. Please take it."
His earlier defiance vanished, replaced by guilt and urgency. No matter what, blood ties could not be denied. The realization struck him deeply, shaking his heart.
Tang Chen shook his head and sighed:
"Forget it, no need. This small amount of poison is nothing to me."
"I never expected you to be Hao'er's son, and even his child has grown so big…"
There was a trace of softness in his voice now, a stark contrast to the fury from moments before. Time had passed, generations had changed, and yet here stood a descendant before him—proof that the bloodline endured.
As he spoke, Tang Chen's expression changed. He was already in a residual soul state, barely sustaining this body. Forcibly using the Clear Sky Hammer's power just now had pushed him to his limit.
His figure flickered more violently, like a flame about to be extinguished. The immense power he had just displayed came at a cost his current state could barely bear.
Poison can only poison the body; as a residual soul, what did he fear?
"Child, this is the Clear Sky token. Since this Heart of Fire Immortal is unwilling to accept it, I will give it to you."
"To be able to see my great-grandson at this time can be considered a fortunate event."
Tang Chen's gaze once again turned to Xin:
"Heart of Fire Immortal, this old man has never begged anyone in his life. This child is so obsessed with wanting to become your disciple, and this old man knows you are no ordinary person. Before I depart, I will beg you once for him. Please, for the sake of this old man and the Asura Demon Sword, accept him as your disciple."
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