The Heavens: Beginning to teach the Tang God King to practice the Sunflower Collection

Chapter 7 It’s nothing if a mere civilian dies.

Author: braised donuts

Chapter 7 It’s nothing if a mere civilian dies.

"Boom——!"

Violent sounds spread throughout the fields, the surrounding green grass was overturned by the strong air waves, and small gravels flew all over the sky.

boom!!!

With a violent sound, the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand hit Xiao He's chest directly!

But……

Xiao He didn't move at all!

Not even the clothes on his chest were defeated.

"Have you not eaten? Why don't you have any strength?"

Xiao He looked at Tang San with a smile, his tone full of ridicule.

"This is impossible!"

Tang San raised his eyebrows, stamped his right foot vigorously, his whole body rose into the air, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand hit Xiao He fiercely again.

Bang bang bang!!!

The dense hammer shadow fell on Xiao He's chest, making a dull impact sound.

However, Xiao He remained unscathed.

"Little Zha San, have you beaten enough??"

Xiao He raised his eyebrows, raised his right hand, tried his best to control his strength, and used the lightest slap to hit the oncoming Clear Sky Hammer.

boom!!!

With a crisp sound, Tang San's body was sent flying more than ten meters, creating a small shallow pit on the ground.

"Impossible, even if your martial spirit is a super martial spirit, as a weapon martial spirit, it will give you such a strong physique!"

Tang San struggled to get up from the small pit, looking completely embarrassed, and his face was full of shock.

"Is it so difficult to admit that you are a weakling if you want to save face and suffer hardship?"

Xiao He snorted coldly and tapped his right foot on the ground.

Rumble!!!

The next moment, the entire hill began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had occurred. Dust and smoke obscured everyone's sight.

"puff!!!"

Tang San, who had been holding on forcibly, looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood due to the shaking of the ground, and fell to the ground.

"If you just spit out a mouthful of blood, it will be over. Why do you have to hold on so hard?"

Xiao He slowly walked to Tang San while shaking his head.

"The Great Divine King of the Tang Dynasty, can you tell me why you have the confidence to kill me?"

Xiao He knelt down and gently patted Tang San's cheek.

"Hoo ho ho"

Tang San's chest rose and fell rapidly, obviously suffering from serious internal injuries.

"Impossible, how can you be so strong? You obviously don't have a soul ring or soul skills!"

Tang San opened his eyes with difficulty, only to find Xiao He staring at him with a teasing look on his face.

"Do you think I would tell you?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Xiao He's mouth.

"No...impossible. With the Clear Sky Hammer in hand and my many years of hard study and training, even without a soul ring, I can still defeat the Soul Lord...Pfft!!!"

Tang San's eyes widened, and just halfway through speaking, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his entire body was as angry as a thread.

"Tang Shenwang, what do you think I should do with you?"

Xiao He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cruel look appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You... you can't kill me... I tell you... my father is a Titled Douluo... Poof!"

Tang San gasped desperately, speaking intermittently, and at the same time spit out a few mouthfuls of black bruises.

"Oh? Really? I will crush you to death right now!"

Xiao He smiled disdainfully, stretched out his right hand and pressed it towards Tang San's neck.

Seeing Xiao He's right hand gradually approaching, Tang San's pupils suddenly narrowed.

He opened his mouth wide and wanted to shout, but found that his throat was so blocked that he couldn't make any sound at all.

Just when Xiao He was about to touch Tang San's throat, a strong wind suddenly struck, blowing on both of them.

"Little beast, how dare you bully my son!"

A low sound suddenly sounded, like it was exploding in the air.

The voice was not loud, but the domineering tone contained in it made Xiao He stop his movements.

Well, it wasn't for any other reason, it was just that I was a little irritated by being yelled at suddenly.

Xiao He raised his head subconsciously and saw a black figure quietly appearing in the mid-air, floating there quietly, as if he should belong there originally.

It was a middle-aged man, who looked to be in his fifties. He was tall and burly, but his dress was not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body, without even a patch on it, revealing the bronze skin underneath.

His originally fairly straight facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, giving him a sleepy look.

Seeing this person, Tang San's eyes gradually turned red, hot tears burst into his eyes, and four difficult words slowly came out of his mouth: "Father...save...me..."

This person is undoubtedly Tang Hao, who arrived late.

Tang Hao was originally following Tang San secretly, but when he saw that the person Tang San was following was Xiao He, he went back to sleep.

After all, what threat can a mere commoner's grandson pose to his outstanding son?

After all, if the grandson of a mere civilian is dead, what else can he do?

After all, he, Tang Hao, has destroyed countless Wuhun branch halls over the years, resulting in the deaths of many civilians.

If you are a mere civilian, you will die if you die, so what can you do?

But now, a weakling wants to kill his excellent son?

You must know that this is Tang Hao's son, with the noblest bloodline and the most outstanding talent in the world.

If this hill had not shaken, Tang Hao would have lost his best son in his sleep!

This situation and situation are both bearable and unbearable!

"You little beast, don't let go of Mistress yet!"

Tang Hao glared at Xiao He angrily, his whole body exuding a biting chill, like an ice cellar that had been in existence for ten thousand years.

"When you said this, didn't you first ask what your good son did?"

Xiao He smiled coldly, raised his right hand slightly, and the aura exuded by Tang Hao instantly dissipated into nothingness.

"No matter what he did, it's not something someone like you can touch!"

Tang Hao took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said indifferently.

He looked at Tang San lying on the ground, with a hint of concern in his eyes. This was his own flesh and blood, and his hope for revenge. Tang Hao still cared about his life and death.

"A person like me? Haha, do you take yourself too seriously?"

"In my eyes, you two are not even as good as the rhubarb at the entrance of the village!"

Although Xiao He's voice was not loud, it contained rich arrogance.

"You little beast, die!"

Tang Hao was furious, his figure suddenly turned into a streak of light, and he came in front of Xiao He in an instant, and punched Xiao He in the chest.

"Haha, I think you are dirty!"

Xiao He smiled coldly. Not only did he not dodge, he also raised his right arm and punched out in the same way.

boom!!

The two iron fists collided hard together, and a loud roar suddenly erupted.

Click!

The crisp sound of bone cracking reached everyone's ears.

(End of chapter)