Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 79 Beating Zhao Wuji (6)

As the Clear Sky Hammer took shape, the space under Tang Hao's feet seemed to be torn apart. Nine soul rings, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red, rose up one after another and surrounded his body. Each soul ring contained different powers and mysteries, interweaving into a shocking picture.

The red ring is the most dazzling, like a blood-colored gem, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. It is the ultimate realm that only a very few Titled Douluo can reach.

Zhao Wuji felt so bitter in his heart, as if he had swallowed a whole coptis root, the bitterness was unbearable. He barely supported his body, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, intertwined with the dust and scars on his body, looking particularly embarrassed. Looking up at Tang Hao who stood like a mountain, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with disbelief and despair.

"This...how is this possible..." He muttered to himself, his voice weak but full of shock.

The nine spirit rings surrounding Tang Hao's body, especially the blood-red tenth spirit ring, were like the gaze of the god of death, making him feel unprecedented pressure.

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and tried to mobilize the remaining soul power in his body, but he found that in front of this power, he was so small, like a lone boat in the ocean that could be swallowed by the huge waves at any time.

Zhao Wuji's heart sank into the abyss. The scene before him almost suffocated him. He struggled to sit up, leaning against the cold wall, staring at Tang Hao with both unwillingness and deep doubt in his eyes. He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Your Majesty... I don't know... why do you treat a small person like me like this?"

Before he finished speaking, he felt his chest churning and another mouthful of blood rushed up his throat, but he swallowed it back with all his might. The air around him seemed to freeze, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

There was a flash of determination in Zhao Wuji's eyes. He understood that in the face of absolute strength, any resistance would be futile, but he still wanted to find an answer, an answer that would convince him.

"My son got beaten, so why can't I stand up for him?" As he spoke, a cold arc appeared at the corner of Tang Hao's mouth. The huge black Haotian Hammer trembled slightly, releasing an even more terrifying pressure, making the whole room seem to be in the center of a storm, and the air was torn into pieces.

Zhao Wuji's eyes opened wide with a light of disbelief in them. He swallowed hard, his voice trembling with shock: "You...you are Tang San's father?" This sentence seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and every word was extremely heavy.

Tang Hao's gaze was like a knife, piercing deep into Zhao Wuji's heart. He nodded gently, the cold arc at the corner of his mouth still lingering, but inexplicably adding a bit of tenderness and complexity. "Exactly."

The words were brief, but they sounded like thunder in Zhao Wuji's ears, making him feel dazed for a moment.

"..."

In a narrow and deep alley east of Wuhun City, dim lights were scattered on the bluestone road, reflecting the interweaving of light and shadow.

On both sides of the alley are mottled old walls. Occasionally, a few tenacious little flowers poke out from the cracks in the walls, adding a bit of vitality to this dull space.

Xiao Ai stood alone under a dim lantern, her eyes penetrating the night, as if she could see through the fog of time.

For five years, day after day, year after year, she has never stopped waiting. Although her face has become a little mature, her clear eyes still sparkle with eternal persistence and expectation.

As the night deepened, the cold wind brought a bit of chill, gently brushing the ends of her hair, and the hem of her clothes swayed gently in the wind.

Xiao Ai held tightly in both hands a jade pendant that was worn to the point of blurring the edges. It was the only token of her and Li Muyun. Whenever it was late at night, she would always put it against her chest, as if she could feel the distant warmth of the other person. "It's been five years, and there's been no news at all. Li Muyun, where are you? Are you still alive? You're not dead!"

Xiao Ai's thoughts drifted back to ten years ago, when she was only ten years old, thin and lonely, with a melancholy in her eyes that did not belong to that age.

At that time, Li Muyun was wearing a black robe and had a stern face, but he let down all his guard in front of her. He gently squatted down and looked at her level. His deep eyes seemed to contain the stars and the sea, gently wrapping up all her anxiety.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was deep and firm, like a warm current slowly flowing into her cold heart. Xiao Ai looked up and met those powerful eyes. At that moment, she seemed to see her future appearance - no longer alone, no longer confused.

At that time, he was still an evil soul master. It was the first time that someone cared for her, protected her, enlightened her, and indulged her, which made her soul feel unprecedented satisfaction. Those five years, those five years of companionship, were the happiest time for Xiao Ai.

The moonlight was like a wash, gently sprinkled on Xiao Ai, coating her with a layer of silver light. She slowly loosened her tightly grasped jade pendant, gently raised her hands, and her soul power surged in her closed eyes, as if countless points of light gathered in her palms.

With a subtle hum, a faint soul power fluctuation began to permeate the air, and circles of soul power halos visible to the naked eye quietly emerged around her body, and finally settled on seven dazzling soul rings. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

"Brother Muyun, did you see that? My soul power has reached level 70." Xiao Ai murmured softly. Her figure looked particularly tall and straight against the backdrop of the seven soul rings, as if she had transformed from a young girl into a true powerhouse overnight.

At this moment, the sound of light footsteps broke the silence of the night, accompanied by a voice that was somewhat surprised and familiar, echoing in the empty alley.

"Wow! You're so awesome, Sister Xiao Ai. You're worthy of being a member of the previous Spirit Hall's golden generation?" The voice contained both the joy of reunion after a long separation and a bit of subtle mischief.

Xiao Ai turned around suddenly, and countless emotions flashed through her eyes, finally settling on incredible joy.

Under the moonlight, Li Muyun walked out slowly from the corner of the street. She was still dressed in black, but her expression was more calm and restrained. Her once deep eyes were now flashing with a gentle light, as if they could penetrate the night and shine directly into her heart.

Behind Li Muyun, there is another girl, Zhu Zhuqing.

Xiao Ai's eyes moistened instantly. She took a step forward. The bluestone road under her feet seemed to lose its weight. Each step was as light as a leap. She ran towards the figure she had been thinking about day and night, her heart beating like a drum, almost jumping out of her chest. Under the moonlight, her figure cast a long shadow, which gradually overlapped with the familiar yet unfamiliar outline in front of her.

"It's really you, you're really back?" Her voice trembled, with a bit of uncertainty and a bit of unbelievable ecstasy.

Just when she was about to touch Li Muyun, she seemed to be afraid that this was just a dream, so she did not dare to use force and just gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

The temperature from her fingertips was real and warm, which made her sure that all this was not an illusion.

(End of this chapter)