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The sky above the arena was completely covered by the red-black domain, with violent sounds emanating from within.

A streak of light sped forth, bringing with it a cacophony of sonic booms.

A middle-aged man in a black robe with stubble appeared, holding a Hao Tian Hammer patterned with red and black, exuding a terrifying aura like a deep abyss and a dark prison.

The tens of thousands of audience members trembled with fear under the pressure emanating from the middle-aged man, curling up in their seats.

"Hao Tian Douluo?"

"Tang Hao?"

The Snow Night Emperor and Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up, shocked beyond measure.

"Shuashuashua!"

Four graceful figures moved swiftly, stepping directly onto the stage and appearing beside Luo Yu.

A Wu stood in front, her beautiful pink eyes staring intently at Tang Hao.

The A'yin Sisters, with their faces veiled, guarded the man's left and right.

While Bi Bidong hovered in midair, her phoenix eyes tightly knitted, a cold, icy glint flashing through them.

Tang Hao floated in the sky, shaking the Hao Tian Hammer in his hand.

The murderous aura was rampant, utterly violent.

"Release my son!"

"Otherwise, not even the Heavenly King Lao Zi himself could save you today!"

Before Luo Yu could speak, the four women simultaneously rebuked Bi Bidong.

"How insolent!"

"How daring."

"You're seeking death."

Tang Hao's stubble-covered face turned incredibly dark.

"Just four women think they can stop me?"

"Who do you think you are!"

"I'll count to three. If you don't release my son by then, I'll embark on a killing spree today!"

"Tsk."

Bi Bidong immediately scoffed at this, not the slightest bit impressed.

"Three—"

"Two!"

Just as a standoff was at its most tense, and a battle was on the verge of breaking out, a man's voice came from behind Bi Bidong.

"Dong'er, you guys go down; leave this to me."

"Ah?" Bi Bidong was somewhat astonished.

A Wu said softly, "Can you handle this, Brother Yu? This guy doesn't seem weak."

Luo Yu glared at her.

"Don't you know whether I can handle it?"

"Pfft!"

A Wu's cheeks immediately turned a deep shade of red.

It was unclear whether Luo Yu had misspoken, or if she had misinterpreted the meaning.

Upon hearing Luo Yu's words, Bi Bidong immediately flashed back to her place below the stage without hesitation, no longer intervening.

She chose to trust the man.

"Brother Yu, be careful," A Wu said.

"I really don't want to be a young widow," she pouted with her lips.

Luo Yu spat dismissively.

"Tsk!"

Eventually, the A'yin Sisters and A Wu also left the stage one after another, leaving the battlefield to Luo Yu and Tang Hao in the sky.

Seeing this, Tang Hao said, his voice cold as ice:

"At least you know your place, aware that even their presence wouldn't stop me."

"Release my son quickly, and I can give you a way out."

"Oh, sure."

Luo Yu nodded obediently, making the audience think he had instantly caved in the face of such a powerful Hao Tian Douluo.

They shook their heads and sighed.

Luo Yu then seemed to be about to throw Tang San out.

Tang Hao's expression immediately relaxed as he rapidly descended from the sky, intending to catch his son.

Little did he expect, Luo Yu's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He clutched Tang San's neck tightly and slammed him hard onto the ground, creating a deep crater.

"Boom!"

Tang Hao's outstretched hand was left grasping at nothing but the air that had been stirred up.

For a moment his eyes were fixed, then his expression turned incredibly ferocious.

Like an enraged lion, he let out a deafening roar.

"You're courting death!!"

"Courting death?"

Luo Yu raised an eyebrow.

"You asked me to let go, and I did,"

"It's not my fault you couldn't catch yourself!"

Tang Hao trembled with rage.

Yet, there was no time for retorts, for he knew Tang San's life hung by a thread.

He quickly pulled Tang San out from the mud.

By then, Tang San's body was battered, his breath was feeble, and he was on the brink of death.

Tang Hao was shocked and desperately transfused his own Soul Power and blood essence into Tang San to maintain the fading spark of life.

Soon, Tang Hao sealed the meridians at Tang San's wounds with Soul Power to stop the bleeding.

As Tang Hao poured a great amount of blood essence and Soul Power, Tang San finally clung to life and slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw Tang Hao embracing him, tears streamed down Tang San's face.

"Dad... Dad, avenge me!"

Seeing his son so tortured, Tang Hao felt as if his heart was being wrenched, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Alright! Hold on here; today, Dad vows to kill this man for you!"

Tang San crouched nearby, his body bathed in blood, coughing lightly.

Tang Hao stood up, facing Luo Yu with fierce eyes.

"Boom!"

A thunderous explosion erupted, and shockwaves billowed.

Nine dazzling Soul Rings rose from beneath Tang Hao.

Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red

The perfect Soul Ring configuration revealed before tens of thousands of spectators emitted terrifying fluctuations.

Tang Hao raised the Hao Tian Hammer, pointing it at Luo Yu with menace.

A fierce presence filled the air.

"Boy, I've even hammered the Pope of Spirit Hall to death,"

"What are you in comparison."

"Today, I'll use just one hammer to shatter your soul."

The tens of thousands of spectators watched the intimidating Tang Hao, and couldn't help but worry for Luo Yu's safety.

"It's over, it's all over, what do we do now!"

"This is the youngest Titled Douluo in the history of the continent we're talking about!"

"Could it be that Luo Yu is going to die here today."

"We've just witnessed the rise of a brilliant new star; is it going to fall now?"

"Shameless, utterly shameless! The son's sneak attack was shameless enough, and now the father wants to bully the weak by ganging up?"

"It was clear someone was about to rescue Luo Yu, why did he reject it?"

"Do you even need to ask? Of course, Luo Yu doesn't want to involve the girl by his side."

"Damn, that's a real man."

The Snow Night Emperor nervously clutched at Ning Fengzhi beside him.

"Fengzhi, Fengzhi, what is our son-in-law doing?"

"You and I should know full well the strength of the Hao Tian Douluo."

Ning Fengzhi watched the scene intently without blinking.

"What else can he do."

"He's out to deal with Tang Hao!"

"What the hell?"

The Snow Night Emperor felt as if struck by lightning; he was completely dumbfounded.

"You're telling me Luo Yu is going to duel Tang Hao?"

"Are you joking with me? Tang Hao has been a Titled Douluo for how many years now."

"Don't ask me, I'm just as baffled," Ning Fengzhi said, shaking his head with a wry smile.

The Snow Night Emperor grew anxious.

"Then we must go down there and stop him! If Tang Hao succeeds, we will regret it without nowhere to shed tears."

"Don't go,"

Ning Fengzhi said decisively.

"We shouldn't interfere with what Luo Yu has decided."

"We just need to trust him."

"You believe he can defeat Tang Hao?" The expression on the Snow Night Emperor's face was priceless. "He's in a wheelchair, you know."

Ning Fengzhi shrugged and sighed.

"You've just met him, so you don't understand anything."

"Forget about taking on Tang Hao; I'd believe him if he said he wanted to slay gods."

The Snow Night Emperor opened his mouth wide, feeling that the joke might be... a little too big.

Tang Hao continued to build up his power; the ground beneath him cracked and crumbled, and the Hao Tian Hammer, adorned with red and black patterns, grew increasingly larger.

He unleashed a blood-red Domain, suffused with a killing intent that was present everywhere, exuding the stench of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Tang Hao didn't rush to attack; he thought that simply killing Luo Yu with the hammer was too easy for him.

Instead, he wanted to completely shatter Luo Yu's spirit.

Striking a dual blow to his soul and body.