Chapter 212 Coward Yu Xiaogang
This is a very mild assessment.
But to Tang Hao, it sounded even heavier than that earth-shattering hammer blow from before.
This is an insult.
It's blatant contempt.
That was a divine skill created by the ancestors of the Haotian Sect through generations of painstaking effort, yet in this young man's mouth, it was just a meaningless firework?
"you..."
Tang Hao was about to speak.
Lu Ming's eyes flickered slightly.
The finger that had just shattered the Haotian Hammer was not retracted; instead, it was pressed down naturally.
The movements are very slow.
Very elegant.
It's like pressing piano keys.
"Kneel down and speak."
As these four words were uttered.
An indescribable, terrifying gravity instantly descended upon Tang Hao.
If the pressure from the Haotian Hammer just now was like a mountain...
So now, the pressure that Lu Ming is exerting is like the entire sky collapsing.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Tang Hao let out a shrill scream.
His already broken body was as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of this power.
There was no suspense whatsoever.
Bang!
Tang Hao was forcefully pressed down from mid-air.
It crashed heavily to the ground.
The location is perfectly balanced.
It happened to be right next to Tang San.
The earth cracked open.
Tang Hao's knees shattered the moment they hit the ground.
Click! Click!
The chilling sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard on the deathly silent battlefield.
Right now.
This father and son were once famous throughout mainland China.
This father and son were seen as the hope of the Haotian Sect.
They knelt down in a neat row.
Both knees were shattered.
Both were covered in blood.
Same...like a dog.
Tang San turned his head blankly, looking at the figure that had suddenly crashed down beside him.
That messy hair, those tattered clothes, that mouth constantly vomiting blood.
It's Dad.
He was the invincible father in his heart.
Just now, he thought his father's hammer blow would kill Lu Ming and take him away from this hell.
The faster hope rises, the more brutally it is shattered.
The feeling of falling from the clouds to the abyss caused Tang San's rationality to completely collapse.
The light in his eyes quickly dimmed.
Instead, there was a despair that was even more intense and profound than before.
Even Dad lost.
Even the ring detonation didn't work.
Who in this world can save him?
there is none left.
There really aren't any left.
"Cough...cough cough..."
Tang Hao lay on the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
His internal organs had all shifted, and his soul power was completely exhausted.
But he still managed to lift his head and look at his son beside him.
Those eyes, which were always filled with domineering and sternness, now held only a touch of desolate tenderness.
"The mistress..."
Tang Hao dug into the soil with his fingers, trying to grab Tang San's hand.
"Run...run!"
"Don't worry about me..."
"run..."
The sound was intermittent and faint, like a candle flickering in the wind.
On the city wall.
Lu Ming watched this scene without any change in expression.
It even carried a hint of mockery, like someone watching a show.
"That's really touching."
Lu Ming shook his head, his tone full of mockery.
"A kind father and a filial son?"
"I think they're more like a suicide duo."
His gaze swept over the two kneeling figures as if they were two piles of garbage.
Then.
He lowered his head and looked at the stunningly beautiful silver-haired woman in his arms.
The indifference in his eyes melted away instantly, turning into a gentle warmth.
Lu Ming gently stroked Gu Yuena's long hair with his fingers and asked softly:
"Na'er".
"He just said he wanted to show me the power of the Heavenly Emperor."
"The result was a dud."
"Do you want to see real fireworks?"
Gu Yuena blinked her large, amethyst-like eyes.
She naturally understood what Lu Ming meant.
But she didn't care.
In her eyes, the life or death of those two humans below was no different from stepping on two ants.
As long as Lu Ming is happy.
Gu Yuena rubbed her cheek against Lu Ming's chest, revealing a smile that was so sweet it could kill.
That smile was innocent, yet it carried the indifference unique to gods.
"I want to see it."
"Na'er loves watching any fireworks set off by her husband."
Her voice was soft and sweet, like the finest honey.
But to Tang Hao and Tang San, it was a death warrant from hell.
Lu Ming smiled.
He was laughing very happily.
"good."
"Since Na'er wants to see it, then I'll show it to you."
Lu Ming raised his right hand.
Gently rub your index finger and thumb together.
He snapped his fingers.
His gaze passed through the void and landed on Tang Hao, who was still struggling to let Tang San escape.
In his eyes, the verdict was already delivered.
"Smack."
A crisp snap of fingers.
The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet air above Jialing Pass.
The next second.
The space on the ground where Tang Hao was standing suddenly underwent a strange distortion.
It's like a flat piece of paper being crumpled up by an invisible hand.
That's spatial compression.
It is the absolute control of the rules by a god-level powerhouse.
Tang Hao didn't even have time to let out a final scream.
His body was instantly deformed under that terrifying spatial pressure.
Bones, muscles, internal organs, and blood.
Everything was compressed to its limit in that instant.
Then.
break out.
"Bang!"
A dull thud.
It wasn't deafening, but it sent a shiver down one's spine.
The first generation of Haotian Douluo.
The God of Slaughter who once struck fear into the hearts of the entire Douluo Continent.
A peerless powerhouse who possesses a 100,000-year soul ring and masters the divine skill of exploding the soul ring.
Right under everyone's watchful eyes.
It exploded into a thick cloud of bloody mist.
There were no body parts.
No limbs were found.
Because in the instant the space collapsed, all matter was crushed into the finest powder.
It's true... there's no trace of his remains.
The cloud of blood mist slowly dissipated in the air, like a tragic and beautiful spider lily.
A few drops of warm blood foam splattered onto Tang San's face.
Tang San knelt there, stunned.
Feeling the slight warmth on my face.
That's my father's blood.
Just a second ago, Dad was telling him to run faster.
In that instant, Dad had already turned into this cloud of mist.
They didn't even leave him a single intact bone.
"ah..."
Tang San opened his mouth wide, wanting to scream, wanting to go crazy.
But all that could come out of his throat was a meaningless gurgling sound.
At that moment, his mental world completely collapsed.
far away.
The remaining members of Shrek Academy looked ashen-faced.
Oscar's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, his teeth chattering.
Ma Hongjun is dead.
Now, even Haotian Douluo is dead.
He died so decisively.
To die so undignifiedly.
They looked at the man in white robes standing atop the city wall.
That's not a human being.
That was clearly a demon god that could not be looked at directly.
Bibi Dong took a deep breath.
As she watched the slowly dissipating blood mist, a deep sense of dread flashed in the depths of her eyes.
She asked herself, even in her prime, she would have to back down in the face of Tang Hao's desperate attack.
But Lu Ming...
It was just a snap of the fingers.
The blood mist had not completely dissipated.
A strong smell of rust filled the air.
That was the essence blood of a top-tier expert, with a sweet and pungent taste, and even carrying a trace of scorching soul power.
Tang San knelt on the ground.
His face, his body, and even the tattered armor plates of the Sea God's divine armor were covered with a fine layer of red.
It's wet.
Thick and sticky.
He subconsciously raised his hand and wiped his face.
In the palm of my hand, there was a glaring crimson stain.
Just now.
At that very moment.
This is still a living, breathing person.
He was a father who, though old and frail, would still stand in front of him, using his broad back to shield him from the wind and rain.
It was the father who told him, "A man's knees are worth gold."
It was his father who, for his sake, even knelt down to apologize to the sect.
Now.
That's all.
Everything is gone.
All that remained was this hand covered in blood and his face was wet and hot.
Not even a piece of bone the size of a fingernail was left.
Tang San's eyes slowly moved, as if searching.
He was looking for that hammer.
Even a broken hammer would be fine.
But no.
Apart from the two deep craters left by kneeling, and the blood seeping into the soil, there was nothing on the ground.
An unprecedented sense of emptiness instantly filled his chest.
Immediately afterwards.
It was a tearing, excruciating pain.
That wasn't physical pain.
That's the pain of having a piece of your soul forcibly ripped out.
"dad..."
Tang San opened his mouth.
The sound was very soft.
It was as if they were afraid of disturbing something.
But no one responded to him.
Only the howling wind blowing over the Jialing Pass sounded like a funeral dirge.
"dad!!!"
A bloodcurdling roar suddenly erupted from deep within Tang San's throat.
The sound didn't seem to be made by a human.
Like a dying beast uttering its final lament in a desperate situation.
His eyes instantly became bloodshot, the corners of his eyes burst open, and two lines of bloody tears rolled down his cheeks, mixing with the blood and grime on his face, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
Extreme grief.
Extreme resentment.
This caused Tang San's blood and qi to flow backwards in an instant.
Even the silencing barrier that Lu Ming had casually set up earlier showed signs of weakening in the face of this torrent of emotions that was enough to overwhelm reason.
"Buzz—"
A muffled sound came from Tang San's body.
That was the sound of veins breaking.
"puff!!!"
Tang San raised his head.
A mouthful of golden-red blood gushed out.
That was the blood of the sea god.
This was also Tang San's last chance to survive.
The blood spurted out three feet high, then transformed into a tragic rain of blood in mid-air.
Tang San's body convulsed violently.
The light in his eyes completely disappeared.
Those eyes, which were always full of calculation and determination, were now completely gray.
Then.
He fell straight backward.
With a "bang".
It crashed heavily into the mud mixed with its father's blood and flesh.
He completely lost consciousness.
...
Dead silence.
The entire Jialing Pass battlefield fell into an even more terrifying silence than before.
Everyone was still reeling from the earth-shattering scene that had just unfolded.
Only Lu Ming.
He stood calmly atop the city wall, still serene and unperturbed.
He didn't even glance at the unconscious Tang San.
It was as if it were just a fly that had been swatted unconscious, not worth wasting a single glance at.
Gu Yuena, who was in his arms, curiously peeked out and glanced at the tragic scene on the ground. Then, she looked away with little interest and continued to play with the buttons on Lu Ming's clothes.
Lu Ming gently patted Gu Yuena's back, as if comforting a frightened kitten.
Then.
He slowly turned his head.
Those indifferent eyes, as clear as the sky, swept across the Shrek Academy camp below.
Wherever the gaze falls.
The air seemed to freeze.
Dai Mubai clutched his chest, his face deathly pale, barely daring to breathe.
Ning Rongrong huddled behind Oscar, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, tears welling up in her eyes, but she was too frightened to let them fall.
final.
Lu Ming's gaze stopped.
It stopped on a middle-aged man with a buzz cut and a stiff posture.
Yu Xiaogang.
master.
That legendary figure, hailed as the foremost theorist in the world of Soul Masters, who mentored the Sea God Tang San.
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang has lost all trace of his masterly demeanor.
His face was deathly pale, even tinged with a deathly grayish-blue hue.
His lips trembled like withered leaves shivering in the cold wind.
"Your Majesty Haotian..."
"He was... instantly killed..."
Yu Xiaogang made an extremely faint gurgling sound from his throat; it was the sound of his teeth chattering wildly.
His mind went blank.
This was completely beyond his comprehension.
That's Tang Hao!
He is his most admired idol, a synonym for strength, and his greatest asset in daring to stand tall in this world full of strong people!
In his theory, the exploding ring is the ultimate technique of the Great Sumeru Hammer, a technique capable of challenging divine skills beyond one's level.
But now.
The truth gave him a resounding slap in the face.
No.
It wasn't a slap.
They crushed his face and skull together.
What theory?
What tactics?
What does it mean to win against all odds?
In the face of absolute power, everything is a joke!
Lu Ming's finger, that snap of his fingers.
Not only did they kill Tang Hao.
It also destroyed all the pride and confidence that Yu Xiaogang had built up over the decades.
The moment Yu Xiaogang watched Tang Hao turn into a bloody mist, he felt as if his spine had been ripped out.
He wanted to run away.
I wanted to turn around and run away.
The farther away you get, the better.
But his legs felt as heavy as lead and were completely unresponsive.
Just then.
He sensed it.
A gaze fell upon him.
That gaze wasn't sharp; it could even be described as indifferent.
But when it came to Yu Xiaogang, it felt like an insurmountable weight.
It made him feel like a clown stripped naked, standing under the spotlight, with nowhere to hide.
Yu Xiaogang stiffly raised his head.
They met Lu Ming's eyes, which looked down upon all living beings.
A faint smile played on Lu Ming's lips.
That smile was cold.
With a hint of nonchalant mockery.
"I remember."
Lu Ming spoke up.
His voice was clear and resonant, carrying throughout the entire venue.
"When Tang Hao came out just now, someone shouted very loudly."
"If they say Tang Hao is coming, I'm doomed."
"And he even taught that good-for-nothing Tang San to cooperate with Tang Hao in attacks?"
As Lu Ming spoke, he lightly flicked his fingers.
It was as if he were flicking away dust that didn't actually exist on his fingertips.
Is that you?
"master?"
The last two words.
Lu Ming spoke very softly.
Yet it is filled with an extremely strong sense of irony.
boom!
This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Yu Xiaogang felt a booming sound in his mind.
An indescribable fear shot up my spine and straight to the top of my head.
"I...I..."
Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, wanting to explain and deny.
But when faced with Lu Ming's eyes that seemed to see through everything, he couldn't even utter a complete syllable.
His heart was pounding wildly, as if it were about to jump out of his throat.
It's an instinctive fear of death.
It is also a kind of humility and cowardice in the face of an absolutely strong person.
(End of chapter)