Reborn in Douyi: Huo Yuhao and his wife kill Tang San!

"Pfft—!" Tang Hao knelt on one knee and spat out another mouthful of blood, staining the ground in front of him red.

On his chest, two deep, intersecting wounds, so deep they revealed bone, were hideous and terrifying. Wisps of light, which were difficult to dispel, lingered at the edges, constantly eroding his flesh.

Even more seriously, the forced ring explosion aggravated old injuries sustained in the battle with the Spirit Hall years ago. At this moment, his internal organs felt like they were on fire, and his soul power was extremely sluggish.

Tang Hao raised his head, his face ashen.

Looking at the sacred and majestic Goddess of Light butterfly in the sky, her eyes were filled with shock, anger, resentment, and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

"Wang Dong'er! You crazy woman! Do you really want to kill me?!"

He forced himself to his feet, raised the Haotian Hammer—whose light had dimmed considerably—once again, and roared, his voice trembling with fear:

"Fine! Fine! If you really want a fight to the death, then come on. I still have spirit rings I can detonate. I'll risk my entire foundation to take you down with me!"

Tang Hao's words were half a threat and half a way to embolden himself.

While exploding the ring can grant temporary power beyond one's limits, it places an immense burden on the body and martial spirit.

Continuous detonation of spirit rings, especially when one is injured and detonates a spirit ring of a higher age, has unimaginable consequences.

But at this moment, this was the only means he could use to intimidate the other party.

Wang Dong'er hovered in the air, her true form as the Goddess of Light Butterfly undulating slightly, clearly indicating that the ninth soul skill she had just used had also consumed a great deal of energy.

She coldly looked down at the disheveled Tang Hao, naturally aware of the power of the exploding ring, and could also see that Tang Hao was at his last gasp.

However, if you force the opponent to resort to desperate measures and continuously use explosives, you will inevitably suffer losses as well.

More importantly, the battle fluctuations at the Title Douluo level that erupted here have likely already alarmed all sides, and the Spirit Hall may arrive at any time.

Thinking of this, Wang Dong'er suppressed her murderous intent, her voice icy and chilling: "Get lost! Tang Hao, for the sake of our former fellow disciples, I'll spare your life today."

"Remember this: from this day forward, if you ever dare to approach him again, or harbor any improper thoughts toward the Haotian Sect, I will expel you and your son from the sect for eternity. And... it will be a fight to the death."

"you……!"

Tang Hao was trembling with anger, but the sharp pain in his chest and the churning blood in his body reminded him of his current predicament.

He glared venomously at Wang Dong'er, then took a deep look at Huo Yuhao, who was being protected behind her and whose body was only half exposed, as if he wanted to etch the two faces, one big and one small, into his heart.

"Cough...cough cough..." He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, dared not linger any longer, turned around abruptly, staggered and transformed into a streak of black light, fleeing hastily towards the direction of Holy Soul Village.

He must immediately take his mistress and get away from this place of trouble.

Wang Dong'er only breathed a sigh of relief after Tang Hao's aura completely disappeared from her perception range.

The enormous phantom of the Goddess of Light behind him dissipated into streaks of light, and the nine soul rings were successively returned to his body.

A faint trace of fatigue from the fierce battle appeared on her beautiful face, but more than that, it was a sense of relief and an irrepressible excitement.

Wang Dong'er landed gently, her long, slender legs, clad in exquisite blue high heels, slightly bent as she lowered her tall and graceful figure until she was level with Huo Yuhao's line of sight.

At such close range, Huo Yuhao could clearly see the fine dust clinging to her long eyelashes.

You can smell a faint, pleasant fragrance emanating from her, mixed with the scent of light.

You can see more clearly the glistening tears that quickly gathered in her beautiful blue-pink eyes and then burst forth.

Without any hesitation, Wang Dong'er stretched out her arms and hugged the boy in front of her, who had blue hair and blue eyes, a delicate and youthful face, yet whose eyes were incredibly familiar, tightly and forcefully.

Her arms trembled slightly, as if she had used up all her strength, or as if she was afraid that this was just a fragile dream.

"Yuhao...it really is you...I'm not dreaming..."

Wang Dong'er's voice choked with emotion, carrying the vicissitudes of thousands of years and the ecstatic joy of something lost and then regained.

Hot tears streamed down his face, soaking the thin shirt draped over Huo Yuhao's shoulders: "I never imagined... that we would meet... ten thousand years ago..."

Huo Yuhao was held tightly in her arms, his face buried in her warm and soft shoulders and neck.

He didn't pretend not to know her like some cliché stories do, nor did he act coy at all.

Although his body is that of a six-year-old child, his soul has already experienced many vicissitudes.

He stretched out his still small and immature arms and tried his best to hug Wang Dong'er back.

One hand gently patted her back, while the other hand rose up and, with tiny fingers, gently and clumsily wiped away the tears that kept welling up in the corners of her eyes.

His voice trembled slightly, though he tried to remain calm, even with a hint of teasing: "Dong'er, it's me. Huo Yuhao."

He paused, then spoke in a tone that was soft and gentle like a child's, yet remarkably mature:

"How old are you? Why are you crying like a child? I'm the one who's a child right now."

As he spoke, he stood on tiptoe, trying to make himself appear taller, and patted her back harder, as if comforting a wronged older sister.

He felt the warmth emanating from the child's body in his arms, and the familiar soul aura and way of speaking that belonged to Huo Yuhao, which was ingrained in his very bones.

Wang Dong'er was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter through her tears.

That smile was like the sunshine after the rain, instantly illuminating her tear-streaked face.

She loosened her embrace slightly, placed her hands on Huo Yuhao's shoulders, and carefully examined his still-childish but bright-eyed face, feeling both heartache and amusement.

"Yuhao...you, you've really turned into a little kid!" She sniffed, trying to make her voice sound lighter, but her red eyes and nose betrayed her.

"But it's alright, in this life, it's my turn to protect you. I'm a Title Douluo now!"

She puffed out her chest, making her already voluptuous figure appear even more full and proud.

Wang Dong'er tried to put on a "senior" air, but to Huo Yuhao, she only looked incredibly cute and charming.

Huo Yuhao felt a surge of warmth in his heart as he watched her forcefully put on her "big sister" act.

Nodding, a warm smile appeared on her lips: "Yes, yes, yes, from now on I will have to rely on Your Majesty Dong'er for protection."

"You're such a chatterbox!" Wang Dong'er was amused by him, so she stretched out her slender finger and gently flicked his forehead, the force as light as a feather.

Her eyes crinkled into a smile, and her tearful smile was exceptionally bright: "Call me Sister Dong'er! Remember that, Xiao Yuhao~"

After saying that, she seemed to feel that leaning down to talk wasn't intimate enough, so she simply used her arm to lift Huo Yuhao up and let him sit on her strong arm.

The sudden lift made Huo Yuhao instinctively wrap his arms around her neck.

The two, one big and one small, embraced each other beside the ruins of a battle at the level of a Title Douluo, creating a strangely warm and harmonious scene.