Battle Through the Heavens: Transmigrating into Douluo Continent, Forging an Emperor with Gods!

Chapter 92 A loving father and a filial son

"Tang San (the third party)?"

In everyone's sight, Tang San rushed out from the edge of the dense forest.

Tang Hao's ears were ringing and he was almost deaf, and his vision was blurred, but he could still recognize that familiar figure.

His broken body struggled, trying to raise his hand, but the excruciating pain and weakness made it impossible for him to move even a single finger.

He desperately wanted to scream "Run!" but could only watch helplessly as his son charged toward him without hesitation.

In those eyes that resembled his own.

His face was now covered in blood, burning with boundless rage.

Is the mistress angry because of me? Is she resentful because of me?

I'm sorry, mistress—Daddy can't walk with you any further—

I failed to be a good father.

In the end—it even became a burden to you—

Even a dying person will have a moment of regret.

Xiao Yan watched the figure rushing straight towards Tang Hao without stopping him. He sensed that the surging anger was not directed at him.

It seems more like it's aimed at that beggar?

What kind of drama are these two putting on now?

Xiao Yan's gaze fell on Tang San's distorted face.

But the next second!

A sudden change has occurred!

Just as everyone thought Tang San would catch Tang Hao's falling body, two black iron crossbows gleaming with a cold light suddenly appeared in Tang San's hand at the moment their bodies were about to make contact!

"Pfft—!"

The dull thud of the crossbow bolt piercing through flesh was so clear!

"I said it! I will avenge Xiaowu!!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, his voice filled with deep hatred exploding in Tang Hao's ears, his hands moving without stopping!

"Puff puff puff puff puff!"

A series of crossbow bolts pierced through his body!

This unexpected betrayal froze the scene instantly.

Even Xiao Yan was momentarily stunned when he saw it.

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Only Tang Hao's unfocused gaze held no anger, only a sense of relief and approval.

He couldn't hear what his son was saying, but this resolute scene was definitely a performance for the enemy!

Only in this way might the mistress have a glimmer of hope, and if that were truly the case, he would have no regrets even in death.

Well done, mistress, you truly are worthy of being my son.

"thump!"

Tang Hao's body slid limply down Tang San's trembling arm and fell heavily to the ground, barely breathing.

Holding the blood-stained crossbow, Tang San looked down at the collapsed figure, his heart filled with a mixture of intense pain and twisted relief.

After suppressing his emotions for so long, day and night, the horrific scene of that day relentlessly gnawed at him—finally, he took his revenge—

He had finally avenged Xiao Wu! Finally—

Tang San's chest heaved violently, and hot tears uncontrollably streamed down his face, blurring his vision.

Suddenly, a familiar yet slightly different voice came from beside my ear: "Mistress—"

Tang San subconsciously turned his head, and a familiar pink figure gradually became clear in his blurry vision until he could see her face clearly.

"Xiao Wu?"

Tang San's eyes froze instantly, and the Xuan Tie crossbow slipped from his hand, crashing to the ground with a thud.

"Little...Little Dance?!"

Tang San's voice trembled, and he couldn't help but speak again, his face revealing shock and trembling.

But when he noticed the other person's height and slightly mature demeanor, he immediately sobered up, his surprise replacing his delight. He shook his head and said, "No—that's not right! You're not Xiao Wu—"

His gaze was fixed on that face, so similar to Xiao Wu's, yet even more gentle and beautiful. An even more unbelievable thought flashed through his mind, and he cried out urgently, "You are—you are—Xiao Wu's—mother?!"

Upon hearing the word "Mom"!

"Huh?!"

"ah?!"

"Um?!"

Not only was Xiao Wu frozen in place, but even the Azure Bull Python next to her froze!

Xiao Yan stared at the chaotic scene before him, at a loss for words.

Why did the beggar look so content on his deathbed?

Why would the protagonist call a rabbit "Mom"? Is it because he's lacking love? Well, that's not quite right either, since he killed his father so readily.

Could it be that this is a "junior student"?

No, it's something far more complex!

Is this person insane?!

Xiao Yan couldn't understand it, nor could he comprehend it.

But when his gaze fell upon the increasingly faint breath of the black-robed figure, he knew he couldn't let him die like that.

At least until I figure some things out myself.

With a flash, Xiao Yan teleported to Tang Hao's side.

As he pressed down with his palm, a warm, gentle halo of light, shimmering with golden specks within the pale green color, emanated from his palm!

Withering and flourishing palm, flourishing palm!

The pure life energy was forcibly poured into that broken, riddled-with-holes body, barely keeping it alive until the very end.

"Stop! You're not allowed to save him!!"

Tang San's pupils constricted, and he roared in fury! He quickly bent down, picked up the crossbow, and aimed it at Xiao Yan, who was trying to save him!

"Stop it, you mistress!"

Just as Tang San was about to fire his crossbow, Xiao Wu let out a delicate shout, teleported between the two, and delivered a sharp horizontal kick, accurately sending the black iron crossbow bolt flying.

Tang San was caught off guard by this sudden obstruction, his voice filled with grief and confusion: "Mom, what are you doing?!"

"I—" Xiao Wu was about to explain when she was choked by the heartfelt "Mom," her chest tightening and her words stuck in her throat. She didn't know how to respond.

Ignoring everything else, Tang San pointed at the weakly breathing Tang Hao on the ground and spoke again with grief and indignation: "He killed Xiao Wu! I saw it with my own eyes! How could I—how could I let anyone save him! He must die today!!"

"Um?"

Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow slightly.

So filial? You wouldn't even let your father take his last breath?

Tsk, where did this incredibly filial son come from?

wrong!

A bizarre yet seemingly explainable possibility flashed through Xiao Yan's mind.

These two—could it be that they were together from beginning to end?

They never truly "recognized" each other, did they?

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a bit too absurd for a son to keep attacking his critically injured and dying father without recognizing him?

But when Xiao Yan's gaze fell on Tang Hao's face...

The thought dissipated.

His life force was drained by his "Withering and Flourishing Palm," and coupled with the fact that he had already suffered great damage to his vital energy due to the forced separation of his soul bone, his lifespan was greatly reduced.

The beggar at this moment was no longer the same as before. He was now a gaunt man with deep wrinkles, and his hair and beard were all white and messy.

The dying old man was almost unrecognizable.

If it weren't for his signature tattered black robe, even if you put someone right in front of him, it would be difficult to recognize them immediately.

But this is—your own father! What a filial son!

But—if I weren't incredibly powerful, I would have been dead within these few breaths using such ruthless methods. Could it be that I've mistaken them for father and son?

When Xiao Wu heard that everything Tang San had done was to "avenge" her, a touch of emotion flashed through her heart.

But when she noticed the subtle look in Xiao Yan's eyes, her body tensed up and she immediately realized what was happening.

Mom—it'll be Mom!

Given my identity and current situation, it is indeed difficult to explain how a seven-year-old girl could suddenly turn into an eighteen or nineteen-year-old.

"Hey, calm down, Xiao Wu isn't dead! She's been saved!" Xiao Wu pleaded. "The person who saved her is the one right in front of you!"

"Not—not dead—?!"

Tang San paused upon hearing this, his eyes filled with disbelief, but he was comforted by the familiar face.

A myriad of emotions flashed across his face in an instant.

Finally, his throat moved, his lips parted, his breathing became rapid, his eyes shone, and his voice trembled with excitement: "Then—then Xiao Wu—where—where is she now?!"

Xiao Wu's eyes darted away; she hadn't yet come up with a plausible excuse, so she could only stammer, "She—she's—"

Tell me, Mom!!

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Tang San pressed on with an eager expression.

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