Chapter 543 — Tang San Like a Beaten Dog! Tang Wutong: Yuhao, Please… Spare My Father (Side Story)

Crack!

Splurt!

The sound of bones shattering was followed immediately by the spray of blood.

Tang San's body folded in half from Huo Yuhao's kick. His eyes bulged wide as blood burst from his mouth.

Like a falling meteor, he plummeted toward the earth.

BOOM!!!

The ground shook and the mountains trembled.

A massive crater exploded open. Dust mixed with raging energy, forming a filthy mushroom cloud that rose into the sky.

A deathly silence lasted for several seconds.

"…Did Lord Divine-Eyed… win?" Someone muttered hoarsely.

The color drained completely from Tang Wutong's face.

After a brief moment of shock, she cried out in panic—

"Father!"

She rushed toward the dust-filled crater without hesitation.

However—

just as she reached halfway—

BOOM!

A crimson pillar of light—condensed from endless slaughter—shot straight into the heavens!

The shockwave spreading from the pillar formed a solid wall of blood-red force.

It slammed into Tang Wutong and sent her flying backward.

"Huo Yuhao…"

At the center of the crimson pillar—

Tang San's hunched body slowly straightened.

The deep-blue divine armor symbolizing the ocean had turned dark red, as though soaked in blood.

His azure hair began turning white from the roots.

He raised one hand.

Then grasped forward.

Crash!

The towering crimson pillar spread outward instantly, transforming into a vast sea of blood-red divine power.

A suffocating aura of slaughter filled the heavens and earth, causing all living beings to tremble in despair.

From the center of that blood sea—a crimson demonic sword slowly rose and fell into his waiting hand.

"Asura Domain."

Tang San's aura had completely changed.

The deep, ocean-like presence he had displayed before was gone.

In its place—wa s a terrifying killing intent formed from mountains of corpses and oceans of blood.

The sky and earth within sight were stained with a dim crimson glow.

Under that bloody light, all living beings felt as if they had fallen into endless hell itself.

Even the strongest experts of the mortal world felt their minds on the verge of collapse.

This was the Asura Domain—the God King authority governing judgment and slaughter.

Billions of living beings trembled and knelt. Yet the three thousand gods remained standing calmly behind Li Zhexian.

It was not that the Asura godhood was weak.

Rather—

in Tang San's hands, it possessed only the form, not the true essence.

The Sea God turned his head toward the Asura God and spoke leisurely.

"When Tang San uses my Sea God authority, it's at least somewhat proper."

"But I don't know whether he simply can't… or whether he never understood at all…"

"How did the true meaning of the Asura God become so unbearable in this fellow's hands?"

The Asura God remained silent.

No emotion could be seen on his face.

The killing intent hidden within him did not leak out even slightly.

Yet a strand of cloud beneath his feet silently disintegrated.

If Li Zhexian had not ordered that this battle must be ended personally by Huo Yuhao—he would have already cut Tang San down with a single sword.

...

Within the Asura Domain—

Huo Yuhao stood unmoving.

The divine light within his eyes slowly faded.

Behind him—

a towering shadow of a giant ape gradually formed.

It was like a blazing sun igniting within the sea of blood.

The authority of the Ultimate Martial God King manifested.

King of Battle Bodies.

The supreme authority over the ultimate limits of living flesh.

Under this power—all beings of flesh and blood fell under his dominion.

With a single thought—he could push his own body beyond every limit, reaching the absolute peak of physical existence.

Or—

he could strip away the fleshly essence of his enemies, causing even divine bodies to rot and crumble like those of insects.

The weakening effect of the Asura Domain—when applied to Huo Yuhao's body, which had already reached the state of flesh sanctification—was like a gentle breeze brushing past a mountain.

It could not shake him in the slightest.

"Huo Yuhao—what gives you the right to defeat me?!"

Tang San's face, illuminated by the blood-red glow of the demonic sword, looked as ferocious as a ghost.

Slaughterous divine power poured into the demonic sword. The blade hummed, and countless struggling, wailing vengeful souls surfaced upon it. Tang San raised the sword high with both hands.

Crash! Crash!

The sea of blood churned violently.

Under the horrified gazes of countless witnesses—eight gigantic arms suddenly emerged from the depths of the crimson sea.

They burst from the waves, bringing towering walls of blood with them—

and all eight arms simultaneously grasped the hilt of the Asura Demonic Sword.

"Asura Judgment!"

The Asura Domain condensed in response, gathering every ounce of slaughter, every trace of sin, into that single strike.

The sword fell.

The world lost its color.

Only that crimson blade remained.

All the elements humming through the void vanished soundlessly. Even the divine chains of law that sustained the world snapped apart one after another.

"Ultimate Martial Authority…"

Behind Huo Yuhao—the spirits of ferocious beasts spread across the sky, blotting out heaven and earth.

They were the spirits of Behemoth, Bear Lord, Bi Ji, Scarlet King, Zi Ji, Ten-Ten Thousands Monster King, and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.

Huo Yuhao's tall body did not swell or mutate.

Yet beneath every inch of muscle and bone—it felt as though billions of volcanoes were erupting at once.

Bzzzz—

Bzzzz—

The authority of the Ultimate Martial God King fully bloomed.

His physical body surged toward an ultimate state even gods would struggle to imagine.

The beast spirits behind him threw back their heads and roared, releasing radiance powerful enough to swallow entire galaxies.

They expanded rapidly.

In an instant, they grew larger than the outline of the continent itself, their shadows covering mountains, rivers, and seas.

Their forms gradually became hazy—existing somewhere between reality and illusion.

They were no longer merely Spirit Beast spirits.

They were the Primordial, the Frost, the Healing—the very origins of power that could uplift stars and crush worlds.

When the crimson sword-light—empowered by the eight colossal arms of the blood sea—descended—

Huo Yuhao and the towering beast spirits behind him made the same motion.

They clenched their fists.

Then—they threw a punch toward that descending blade.

There was no technique.

Only the most primitive, absolute force of the body—power meant to shatter every shackle in existence.

BOOM!!!

A thunderous roar erupted as if two worlds had collided.

A shockwave mixed with golden life-force and crimson killing intent exploded outward.

The entire Asura blood sea instantly evaporated, revealing the shattered void beneath.

The next moment—

the pupils of the three thousand gods shrank.

At the point where fist met blade—the Asura Demonic Sword bent into a shocking arc.

It was not Huo Yuhao's fist that had been split apart.

Instead—the Asura sword had yielded first before a body so pure and overwhelming it defied imagination.

"What?!" The ferocity on Tang San's face turned into disbelief.

He felt a savage, ancient force surge up the sword's hilt like a collapsing mountain range.

Buzz!

The demonic sword, bent to its limit, suddenly rebounded.

The curved blade snapped back like a divine bow released at full draw—

and struck Tang San square in the chest.

Pffft!

His crimson divine armor shattered like paper, the sound of bones exploding echoing through the heavens.

Tang San's chest caved inward violently.

A mouthful of divine blood mixed with organ fragments sprayed out, dyeing his pale long hair red.

His eyes lost their focus. He was smashed once again into the depths of the riddled earth by this terrifying force, kicking up waves of dust.

Huo Yuhao raised both hands—

then slammed his palms together.

WHAM!

The violent wind pressure was like a god swinging a broom, sweeping away the churning dust below.

In the center of the impact crater, Tang San's head hung low, his arms limp. His crimson divine armor was in tatters, revealing the mangled flesh beneath.

Tang San…

looked like a dead dog.

Huo Yuhao let out a cold sneer.

Releasing his divine power, his body dropped straight down from the sky, descending directly toward Tang San at the bottom of the crater.

His robes snapped violently in the rushing air.

If this kick truly landed—

bones and blood would scatter everywhere.

And just at that critical moment—

"Yuhao, don't!"

A desperate cry rang out.

Tang Wutong stumbled through the air, barely able to keep herself flying.

Tears streamed down her face as she spread her arms wide and threw herself between Huo Yuhao and Tang San.

"Yuhao… please… spare my father… please…"