The spiders continued their relentless pursuit.
Just as Tang San was about to be surrounded— two overwhelming hammer auras descended from the sky.
A domineering voice thundered across the battlefield. Tang Hao and Tang Xiao descended simultaneously.
The gigantic Clear Sky Hammers in their hands erupted with terrifying pressure.
"Clear Sky Nine Absolutes!"
Tang Xiao's hammer transformed into countless afterimages that smashed toward the spiders with overwhelming precision.
At the same time, Tang Hao roared furiously.
"Great Sumeru Hammer!"
BOOOOM—!
A gigantic hammer shadow descended from the heavens like a collapsing mountain.
Several poisonous spiders were smashed apart instantly.
For a brief moment, the pressure on the Clear Sky Clan lessened considerably.
Tang Xiao breathed heavily as he smashed another poisonous spider apart with his hammer.
Dark green blood splattered across the ground while the surrounding mountain path shook violently from the continuous battle.
He turned toward Tang Hao and shouted,
"Hao, take Little San and leave first! We need to regroup later."
Tang Hao's eyes widened immediately.
"Brother… I want to stay…"
Tang Xiao interrupted him before he could continue.
"No."
His tone was calm yet firm.
"You need to protect Tang San and Xiao Wu. I cannot ask you to sacrifice yourself for the clan again."
Another spider lunged toward them. Tang Xiao swung his hammer downward.
BOOM!
The spider exploded apart instantly.
He slowly lowered the Clear Sky Hammer before walking toward Tang San.
For the first time, Tang San noticed exhaustion in Tang Xiao's eyes.
He looked toward the collapsing mountains in the distance where the battle between Bibi Dong and Tang Chen continued to rage.
The sky itself trembled from their clashes. Tang Xiao then spoke in a low voice.
"You are now the greatest hope of the Clear Sky Clan."
Tang San's expression stiffened as Tang Xiao continued,
"Don't worry. At worst, Bibi Dong will only kill the higher-level members."
His grip tightened around the hammer.
"As long as the younger generation survives, the clan can still rise again one day."
He looked directly into Tang San's eyes.
"Tang San."
"When the time comes… promise me that you will lead the younger generation of the Clear Sky Clan."
Tang San clenched his teeth tightly. His nails dug into his palm until blood dripped out.
"I promise."
Hatred surged uncontrollably within his heart.
'Spirit Hall…Bibi Dong…You will pay for all of this.'
At that exact moment—
BOOOOM—!
A deafening explosion echoed across the mountain range.
The distant sky cracked apart with scarlet and purple light as the battle between Tang Chen and Bibi Dong intensified once again.
The terrifying pressure made even the surrounding air distort.
Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly. Within his anger, there was also fear.
Not fear for himself— but fear that the entire Clear Sky Clan might truly be destroyed today.
Without wasting another second, he grabbed Tang San and Xiao Wu.
"Let's go!"
The three figures immediately slipped away through the mountain paths under the cover of chaos.
Tang Xiao watched them disappear into the distance.
Only after confirming they had escaped did he slowly exhale. It was as though he had finally accepted that this battle might very well be his last.
He turned around and walked toward the swarm of poisonous spiders once more.
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Meanwhile—far beyond the perception of everyone present— another consciousness silently observed the battlefield.
The divine intent of God King Tang San from the future timeline frowned deeply.
'The situation is too chaotic.... There are too many variables.'
Even as a God King who is able to peer into fate, he found it difficult to determine who the true mastermind behind everything was.
The destruction of the Tang Sect, the fall of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, the changes within Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong's abnormal growth. Everything felt connected by invisible threads.
And yet—he could not find the person holding those threads.
His gaze fell upon Bibi Dong's figure in the distance. A trace of vigilance appeared within his divine consciousness.
'This Bibi Dong is far stronger than the one from my original timeline.'
'If the Asura God had not descended personally, I might have needed to interfere myself to protect Tang San of this world.'
The God King Tang San silently calculated the situation.
Unfortunately, because this was merely a parallel world, the power he could unleash here was limited.
At most—only the strength of a first-level god.
'The who is truly manipulating everything from behind the scenes.'
For some reason, one name surfaced repeatedly in his mind.
After a moment of silence, he muttered softly,
"…Is it really Qian Renxue?"
The instant those words were spoken—
the divine intent of God King Tang San suddenly trembled violently.
A freezing sensation spread across his consciousness as if by instinct God King Tang San felt genuine fear.
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"Ha… Ha… Ha…"
Bibi Dong breathed heavily as blood flowed from the corner of her lips.
Her papal robe was already torn in several places, revealing horrifying wounds left behind by the scarlet sword energy of the Asura God.
Yet the next moment—purple divine light surged through her body and the wounds rapidly closed.
The fusion of the seven sin authorities within her body had now stabilized further during the battle. The chaotic divine powers that once conflicted with one another were beginning to form an eerie balance.
And with that balance—her aura was slowly rising.
On the opposite side, Tang Chen's condition was far worse.
Although the Asura God had taken control of his body, Tang Chen himself was still merely human. Continuous clashes between divine-level powers had already pushed his body to its limits.
Cracks had begun appearing on his skin and blood continuously seeped from his arms.
Even his internal organs were suffering under the burden of the Asura divine power.
Still, the "Tang Chen" controlled by the Asura God stared at Bibi Dong coldly.
"I must admit…"
Scarlet killing intent gathered around the Asura Sword once more.
"…woman, you are strong."