Chapter 341: Different People Receive Different Treatment; Even the Blue Silver Forest Judges by Appearances
Chapter 341: Different People Receive Different Treatment; Even the Blue Silver Forest Judges by Appearances
"Blue Silver King, he is Little San, he is Ah Yin’s child!"
Tang Hao shouted at the Blue Silver King.
The Blue Silver King’s face, formed from cracked bark, remained expressionless.
"Dad, watch out!!!"
Tang San’s pupils constricted sharply. He kicked off the ground with his feet, retreating violently.
Layers of Blue Silver Grass shields spread out in front of him, every leaf blade tensed to its limit, their edges shimmering with a faint blue light.
But his instincts screamed in panic.
In front of the Blue Silver King, this layer of shields was not even worth as much as a piece of soaked scrap paper.
"Little San, retreat!"
Tang Hao’s roar exploded. His messy beard stood on end like iron spikes struck by lightning.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—seven spirit rings rose thunderously from beneath his feet, their light and shadows overlapping.
The seventh spirit ring suddenly brightened, and a dark red light splashed out like blood.
Martial Soul True Body!
Tang Hao’s body swelled within a single breath. The sound of his clothes tearing was clearly audible. His muscles bulged in chunks, as hard as mountain rock.
Dark red patterns emerged from beneath his skin, winding and coiling one by one.
The Clear Sky Hammer in his right hand expanded simultaneously. The hammerhead grew to the size of a millstone, and those blood-colored patterns seemed like living things, slowly moving along the surface of the hammer.
"Shatter for me!"
Tang Hao swung the hammer.
The wind from the hammer tore through the air, letting out a sharp whistle.
The Clear Sky Hammer collided head-on with the branch swung by the Blue Silver King in mid-air. There was a dull bang, like a giant bell being smashed to pieces.
A shallow pit exploded in the ground below the point of impact. Scraps of grass and soil were sent flying by the shockwave, pattering against distant tree trunks.
The Blue Silver King’s branch was knocked back four or five meters. Several fine cracks appeared on the bark’s surface, and a few drops of emerald-green sap seeped out.
But a trickle of blood also overflowed from the corner of Tang Hao’s mouth, its color dark.
The arm holding the Clear Sky Hammer trembled slightly. There was a gash at the webbing between his thumb and index finger that was seeping blood, dripping down his wrist and into his sleeve.
Eighty-five thousand years.
The cultivation of this Blue Silver King was a solid eighty-five-thousand-year Spirit Beast. Its combat strength was fully comparable to a Titled Douluo.
A massive shadow loomed over Tang Hao’s heart.
If he weren’t injured and his spirit power hadn’t dropped, an eighty-thousand-year Spirit Beast would have been something he could handle easily.
But now, his spirit power was only at level seventy-five. His old injuries were like a dormant venomous snake, ready to bite through his Meridians at any moment.
"What on earth happened?"
It wasn’t the Blue Silver King’s strength that made his back go cold.
It was its attitude.
Tang Hao had caught that moment just now when the Blue Silver King scrutinized Tang San.
That coldness wasn’t the coldness one showed an intruder; it was like a person sizing up an object.
If it’s useful, keep it; if it’s useless, crush it.
No anger, no hesitation—nothing at all.
This was illogical.
When Ah Yin was still alive, Tang Hao had accompanied her to the Blue Silver Forest.
At that time, the Blue Silver King was extremely respectful to Ah Yin, its branches lowered, and even its voice was kept very soft when it spoke.
Toward Tang Hao, although it couldn’t be called enthusiastic, it didn’t lack any of the proper etiquette.
Ah Yin’s blood flowed through Tang San. To the Blue Silver King, the aura of the Blue Silver Emperor’s Bloodline should be as conspicuous as a torch in the dark.
It was impossible for it not to sense it.
Unless it was faking it!
As this thought flashed through Tang Hao’s mind, his peripheral vision swept across the surroundings.
The Blue Silver Grass that seemed to have been knocked askew by the shockwave was rearranging itself in a very orderly fashion.
They weren’t growing haphazardly; they were weaving together, blocking every possible path of retreat like a net.
The Blue Silver Grass didn’t seem to want to kill them.
Instead, it wanted to besiege and capture them alive.
"Damn it!"
Tang Hao’s jaw muscles clenched tightly, his teeth making a faint grinding sound.
spirit power boiled and surged within his Meridians, impacting those old injuries that had yet to heal. The pain made the veins on his temples throb.
"Little San, hold onto me!"
Tang Hao’s voice was squeezed out from deep in his throat, hoarse and curt.
Tang San didn’t ask why, nor did he say a word.
He deactivated his Blue Silver Grass shields, lunged to Tang Hao’s side in one stride, and gripped his father’s belt tightly with both hands.
The moving blood-red patterns on the Clear Sky Hammer suddenly accelerated, as fast as a disturbed swarm of snakes.
The entire hammer emitted a dull thumping sound.
Thump after thump, like a giant heart beating inside a chest.
Great Sumeru Hammer!
Tang Hao poured all his spirit power into it and slammed the hammer toward the ground.
The moment the hammerhead touched the ground, the earth shattered like a sheet of ice, exploding in all directions from the point of impact.
The widest part of the cracks could fit a fist. Rubble and broken tree roots were carried by the shockwave and sprayed outward.
Dozens of the Blue Silver Grass woven nets surrounding them were forcibly torn apart by this force.
The snapped grass stems spun in the air, crashing into the grass further away.
An opening appeared in the encirclement!
The blood and Qi in Tang Hao’s body were like an opened floodgate, the impact causing a dull pain in his chest. The bandages on his old wounds were soaked with seeping blood, sticking clammily to his skin.
He suppressed all of this. His legs, bolstered by the Martial Soul True Body, erupted with incredible speed as he grabbed Tang San and rushed out through that gap.
The sound of the wind rushed into his ears, and the trees on both sides flew backward.
The boundary of the Blue Silver Forest was getting closer and closer.
Behind them, the smoke and dust slowly settled.
The Blue Silver King’s branches retracted.
That face pieced together from bark looked toward the direction where the two were fleeing, motionless.
It did not pursue.
"..."
The entire Blue Silver Forest returned to silence.
The Blue Silver Grass lowered their leaves, swaying gently in the breeze, looking as calm as if no one had ever intruded.
But at the breaks of the Blue Silver Grass stems that had been smashed by Tang Hao’s hammer, pale green sap was still seeping out, dripping into the soil drop by drop, their traces hidden by the upturned layers of earth.
...
Not long after.
Lin Qingmo walked through a swamp and climbed over a low ridge, his steps light and composed.
He took a route with no obvious path, but every step landed exactly in the most suitable spot.
A protruding tree root, a flat stone, a soft patch of meadow.
The surrounding Blue Silver Grass swayed gently at his feet, as if guiding him.
No Spirit Beast approached him, even though this area was originally the territory of ten-thousand-year Spirit Beasts.
A Gaudy Poisonous Python resting in a tree hollow sensed his arrival and flicked its tongue.
Not only did it not attack, but it also retracted its body deeper into the tree hollow.
The further forward he went, the more Blue Silver Grass there was.
At first, there were only a few scattered clumps among the grass.
Gradually, they became large patches.
Later on, ordinary plants were almost nowhere to be seen; all that met the eye were various shades of blue.
He had reached the Blue Silver Forest.
Lin Qingmo didn’t stop, walking straight toward the forest.
Unlike the disheveled state of the father and son, Tang Hao and Tang San,
When he was still ten meters away from the edge of the Blue Silver Forest—
The dense Blue Silver Grass parted to both sides like living beings, making a two-meter-wide path for him.
The path extended straight ahead, passing through layers of vine curtains, reaching into the depths of the Blue Silver Forest until it was lost from sight.
The vines made a faint rustling sound as they parted, as if whispering a greeting.
The Blue Silver Grass on both sides bowed slightly, their posture carrying an undisguised respect.
Lin Qingmo stepped onto this path opened for him by the Blue Silver Grass, his pace neither hurried nor slow.
The deeper he went, the thicker the surrounding Blue Silver Grass became, and its color gradually changed from light blue to a deep sapphire blue.
The air was filled with a fresh fragrance of vegetation, and every breath was invigorating.
(End of Chapter)
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