Douluo: Reincarnation of Godzilla, Seizing the Throne of Dragon God

Chapter 59: Grandfather is Kind and Grandson is Filial, Grandson Tang Hao Kills His Own Grandfather
Tang Hao cried bitterly, rushed forward and hugged the Slaughter King's thigh tightly, shouting incoherently:

"Grandpa! I'm Hao'er! Don't you recognize me?"

The King of Slaughter was startled by this sudden action, and subconsciously kicked Tang Hao out, frowning and cursing inwardly: "The Hammer God is so shameless that he even calls me grandpa for loyalty."

He sneered and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, stop acting! Since you want to be loyal to me so much, then you should be my most loyal dog in Slaughter City from now on."

But Tang Hao ignored all this, struggling and rushing forward again, hugging the Slaughter King's legs tightly, crying, "Grandpa, open your eyes and look, it's me, Tang Hao!"

The Killing King's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, "This kid gets into the role pretty quickly."

Just as he was about to continue speaking, Tang Hao suddenly summoned the Clear Sky Hammer.

A black light flashed, and the air around seemed to freeze for a moment.

The King of Slaughter's expression suddenly changed, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He quickly covered his heart, took a half step back, and stared at the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand, his eyes filled with complex fear.

"This power... is not good!" The King of Killing was horrified.

He felt that the will that had been suppressed in his body for many years began to revive, stirring, and even trying to counterattack.

He suppressed his inner shock and quickly thought of how to deal with it.

"Damn it! He has never had such a strong reaction before, but today..."

His eyes were gloomy, and he realized the crux of the problem!

Too much energy was consumed when opening the Road to Hell just now, and the evil force that helped him seemed to be weakened as a result. Coupled with the stimulation of the aura of the Clear Sky Hammer, everything suddenly got out of control.

The King of Slaughter kicked Tang Hao away without hesitation, then desperately circulated his soul power to suppress the restless will in his body.

In order to completely curb that power, he took out a huge blood-red sword, looked fierce, pointed the tip of the sword at his heart, and stabbed it without hesitation!

"stop!"

Tang Hao shouted, and rushed forward, swung his hammer, knocking the blood-red giant sword out of the King of Slaughter's hand.

The giant sword fell to the ground with a loud bang, and was deeply embedded in the ground beside it.

The King of Slaughter's arm was numb from the blow, and he cursed angrily: "You bastard! Didn't you say you would be loyal to me and call me grandpa? Now you come to ruin my business again!"

Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept across the face of the King of Slaughter, and suddenly found something strange.

His heart tightened, and he whispered, "You are not my grandfather... Who are you? Why are you occupying his body?!"

The King of Slaughter sneered upon hearing this, trying his best to hide his inner panic, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Who am I? Hahaha! I didn't expect that you are that man's grandson..."

As he spoke, his tone gradually deepened, as if with some kind of provocation, "What? You want to kill me? Come on! Strangle me to death, and your grandfather will die with me."

When Tang Hao heard this, his hands began to tremble.

He gritted his teeth in anger, but did not dare to take action, and the strength in his hands loosened a little.

The King of Slaughter seized this opportunity and kicked Tang Hao away again, then staggered towards the blood-red giant sword that fell not far away.

Just as he touched the hilt of the sword, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest again. The King of Slaughter knelt on the ground in pain, with cold sweat on his forehead.

This time, the will within his body seemed even more ferocious, and he almost felt that he could no longer fully control his body.

"Hao'er..."

A familiar voice came out from the King of Slaughter's mouth with difficulty, the voice was hoarse and urgent, "Quick...quickly pick up the Shura Demon Sword and cut off my left arm!"

Tang Hao was stunned.

The kind and majestic figure deep in his memory suddenly emerged in his mind, and his eyes instantly became moist.

Then he suddenly got up from the ground and rushed towards the Shura Demon Sword that was stuck in the ground.

However, the voice of the King of Slaughter sounded again, this time full of resentment and ferocity: "Don't touch it!"

A violent murderous aura burst out from the King of Slaughter, stirring the surrounding air as sharp as a blade. He stared at Tang Hao's movements, desperately suppressing the voice in his body, trying to prevent the other party from controlling his body again.

But Tang Hao no longer cared about these.

He gritted his teeth, grasped the hilt of the Shura Demon Sword, pulled it out of the ground with all his strength, and rushed towards the King of Killing.

"Damn old thing, you still want to control my grandfather? Don't even think about it!"

Tang Hao roared, and the Shura Demon Sword in his hand emitted a dazzling red light, heading straight for the left arm of the King of Slaughter.

As soon as the sword fell, the King of Slaughter's body twitched violently, and the expression on his face kept changing in pain and struggle.

His voice was sometimes low and cold, and sometimes full of pleading: "Hao'er, stop... don't... cut..."

"Shut up!"

Tang Hao roared, and the sword in his hand chopped down directly without any pause!

Unexpectedly, the King of Slaughter turned around and dodged, letting his intact right arm meet Tang Hao's sword.

"puff!"

Blood suddenly gushed out like a fountain, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Ah!! Tang Hao, you idiot! Cut off the left arm! The left arm!"

Tang Chen's painful and rapid voice sounded inside the King of Slaughter.

Tang Hao was startled by this scene and hurriedly took two steps back. He held the sword with both hands, breathing heavily, and stared at the crumbling King of Slaughter in front of him.

He suppressed his trembling hands and swung his sword again, this time aiming directly at the left arm of the King of Slaughter.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the blood seemed to carry some strange power, condensing into thin red lines in mid-air, and then dissipated into the air like smoke.

The left arm of the King of Killing, which was made of blood, broke off abruptly, fell heavily to the ground, and turned into a pool of poisonous blood.

"No! I won't lose!"

A sharp roar came from the King of Killing, the sound was shrill and full of unwillingness.

As the blood continued to flow out, his body gradually calmed down and a hint of clarity appeared in his eyes.

The King of Slaughter staggered to the ground, took a few deep breaths, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"Evil creature, I, Tang Chen, have returned to the light of day, how can I allow you to come back and cause trouble again!"

Tang Chen glared at the pool of poisonous blood on the ground, his eyes filled with hatred and determination.

"grandfather?"

Tang Hao spoke tentatively, his voice trembling and uncertain.

Tang Chen turned to look at him with a complicated expression. After a moment, he slowly nodded: "Hao'er, it's me."

"grandfather!"

Seeing this, Tang Hao's eyes instantly became moist and he rushed over, crawling.

He hurriedly helped Tang Chen stop the bleeding on his right arm, his face full of surprise and excitement.

"Grandpa, I finally see you!"

Tang Hao, who has always been a man of steel, was crying like a child at this moment.

"What's the point of crying?" Tang Chen frowned and scolded, "Where is the dignity of the men of our Haotian Sect?"

Tang Hao wiped his face and said with a sob: "Grandpa... Haotian Sect is... gone..."

"What!?" Tang Chen's face suddenly changed, and he stood up instantly, his voice full of shock and disbelief, "How could the sect be gone? What happened? Tell me quickly!"

(End of this chapter)