Chapter 113

My son, sorry, Dad accidentally spilled alcohol on your wound, sorry.

Amid Tang San's painful howls, Tang Hao's voice rang out.

It turned out that just now, when Tang Hao came to see Tang San, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of strong liquor, which he spat onto Tang San's missing wound, causing him intense pain.

Tang San felt the intense pain in his body, looking at the somewhat intoxicated and not fully sober Tang Hao, his heart filled with helplessness:

Dad loves me, I don't blame Dad, I don't blame Dad.

If it weren't for Qianxunji forcing Mother to sacrifice, even taking Mother's true form Dogtail Grass away, Dad wouldn't have fallen to this state.

Ah... wa wa... ah...

It hurts so much, it hurts so much!

Tang San felt the pain from his severe wound penetrate to the marrow, so painful his whole head felt like it would burst.

The depth of the pain equals the depth of Tang San's hatred for Qianxunji.

Tang San's little face twisted in pain, he tightly clenched his tiny fists, and said:

"Qianxunji, you've brought me too much pain; I will definitely kill you!"

But, being an infant, what Tang San said came out as a bout of crying.

"Hao'er!"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded from outside the blacksmith's shop.

Tang Hao turned his head and saw a burly man standing outside the blacksmith's shop.

Looking at this man, Tang Hao felt somewhat doubtful, also felt somewhat familiar, and could sense a deep sense of oppression and danger from the burly man before him.

Suddenly, Tang Hao's eyes widened in surprise, and his face showed delight as he said:

"Grand... Grandfather, are you Grandfather Tangchen?"

Tangchen nodded, his voice trembling, and said:

"Hao'er, I am indeed your grandfather Tangchen."

"Grandfather!"

Tang Hao was instantly overjoyed, hurriedly came before Tangchen, and excitedly looked at Tangchen.

Tangchen looked at the stubble-covered Tang Hao before him, grasped Tang Hao's hands, and excitedly said:

"Hao'er, I never expected you, at only forty years old, to have already reached the Title Douluo level, even earlier than I did back then."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao said despondently:

"Alas, it's all thanks to the sacrifice of the hundred-thousand-year mutant spirit beast Dogtail Grass Xiao Cao; otherwise I'd still need a few more years to reach Title Douluo."

Thinking of Xiao Cao, although Tang Hao feels Tang San is also his enemy, the true culprit who caused Xiao Cao's sacrifice is Qianxunji, and Xiao Cao is still in Qianxunji's hands.

Tang Hao thought of his grandfather Tangchen, who decades ago was already an Ultimate Douluo, with strength surpassing that of Ultimate Douluo Qian Daoliu.

And that Qianxunji, until recently was only a rank ninety-five Title Douluo, certainly no match for my grandfather Tangchen, the strongest man on the continent.

Then, as long as Grandfather Tangchen takes action, leading the Clear Sky Sect to attack the Spirit Hall, wouldn't we be able to find Qianxunji for revenge, even Qian Daoliu couldn't stop us?

Thinking of this, Tang Hao's face lit up with excitement, and he eagerly said:

"Grandfather, Hao'er has suffered terribly at others' hands, even my wife was taken by someone else; I beg Grandfather to uphold justice for me."

Upon hearing this, Tangchen instantly flew into a rage, a fierce Asura killing aura burst from his body, and he spoke with a furious expression:

"What, someone actually dares to bully my family's Hao'er?"

"Hao'er, tell Grandfather who dared to take your wife; Grandfather will twist his head off and use it as a ball to kick."

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao excitedly said:

"Grandfather, that person is only rank ninety-five; you could crush him with a single finger."

"Rank ninety-five, and they dare to bully my Tangchen's grandson? Who is it? Tell me, Grandfather will go with you now." Tangchen patted his chest, speaking with a chilling killing intent.

"Grandfather, it's Qianxunji; he took Hao'er's wife, and he gravely injured me."

Upon hearing this, Tangchen's killing aura vanished like smoke, his whole person became like a frost‑beaten eggplant, and he spoke softly:

"Hao'er, the Qianxunji you speak of, could he be the son of that old fellow Qian Daoliu, Qianxunji?"

"Hmm." Tang Hao nodded and said:

"Grandfather, it's the Spirit Hall's Pope Qianxunji who took my wife and bullied me to death; let's go settle the score with him now."

"Cough cough... cough cough..." Upon hearing this, Tangchen's domineering expression completely disappeared, he coughed twice, and slowly said:

"Hao'er, maybe we should just forget about revenge."

"Ah?" Tang Hao exclaimed in surprise, looking at Tangchen's now listless appearance, as if sensing something, he curiously asked:

"Grandfather, why? Could it be, could it be that you can't defeat Qian Daoliu?"

Upon hearing this, Tangchen's face filled with disdain, and he coldly said:

"Mere Qian Daoliu, that old coot, Grandfather could beat him black and blue with one hand."

"Then why?" Tang Hao asked again, while in his heart he considered an impossible outcome.

"Could it be, could it be that Grandfather fears Qianxunji, who is only rank ninety‑five?"

Tangchen thought of Qianxunji's formidable battle prowess, his whole body shuddered, and he slowly said:

"Hao'er, mainly because Qianxunji's strength is too great."

"To be frank, just the day before yesterday Grandfather fought Qianxunji in a big battle and was defeated by him."

"What? How could that be?" Tang Hao's face full of astonishment, he said incredulously:

"Grandfather, Qianxunji is only rank ninety‑five; how could he be a match for you, an Ultimate Douluo?"

"Wrong, he has already reached rank ninety‑seven." Tangchen corrected.

"But even if Qianxunji reaches rank ninety‑seven, he absolutely could not be your opponent; you, old man, had already attained Ultimate Douluo decades ago, and your strength is likely even greater now, so Qianxunji could absolutely not be your opponent."

Tang Hao's face full of disbelief, after thinking he said:

Grandfather, did Qianxunji use some scheming trick, then join forces with Qian Daoliu and all the Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall to besiege you, causing you to barely lose?

After all, you're the strongest man on the continent.

"This? This?" Tangchen didn't know what to say at this moment. Indeed, if it weren't for Qianxunji, he would indeed be considered the strongest man on this continent.

After all, even Qian Daoliu, who once matched his fame, is now no match for him.

But Qianxunji, this freak, is an exception—he's simply too strong.

Seeing his grandson Tang Hao's admiring gaze, Tangchen found it hard to admit how badly he had lost.

After all, he was about to die, so he might as well save some face before death.

Then, Tangchen coughed twice and slowly said:

"No, Qianxunji didn't seek anyone else's help; it was just him and me fighting alone."

"It's just that his power is overwhelmingly strong; I fought him for three days and three nights, and in the end he defeated me with a single move."

Saying this, Tangchen patted Tang Hao's shoulder and said:

"So then, Haor, your vengeance—I cannot help you avenge it."

"Besides, I only have one day left to live; I'm about to die."

Next, Tangchen told Tang Hao about his ordeal.

Hearing this, Tang Hao looked at Tangchen with worry and spoke compassionately:

"Grandfather, I never imagined you've suffered so much over these years."

"It's fine!" Tangchen waved his hand, condensed all his Title power into a Title Sword and gave it to Tang Hao, then waved his hand and said:

"Haor, Grandfather still needs to rush to the Clear Sky Sect to take a look. Goodbye!"

As his words fell, Tangchen's body turned into a blood-red rainbow, shooting straight up into the sky and vanishing.

……

Spirit Hall!

(End of chapter)