Tang Yue-Hua nodded affirmatively, "The time at night belongs to you, you arrange it yourself. But, you must learn these things with me during the day. Until I'm satisfied. Do you know what this Moon Pavilion does? "
Tang San shook his head.
Tang Yue-Hua smiled calmly, "This place is the Tendou Empire Court Etiquette School. It specializes in teaching all kinds of noble etiquette. You should have sensed my domain. My innate domain is called Noble Circle. And my spirit power, at present, is ninth rank. "
"What?" Tang San looked stupidly at Tang Yue-Hua, unable to imagine that as a direct descendant of the Haotian Sect, she actually only had ninth rank spirit power. "You're a variant spirit?"
Tang Yue-Hua smiled and nodded, "Perhaps, you'll think I'm the Haotian Sect's most useless direct descendant, but I can tell you that if your father could have everything I'm good at, the result of that matter twenty years ago would have been completely different. Sometimes, strength doesn't mean everything. You must learn how to protect yourself without relying on strength. You must even more understand how to use the art of language, and how to walk among the various powers as well as control power. I can see you're outstanding, but, the things you still have to learn are still very, very much. "
Tang San finally nodded with some difficulty. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he had no choice but to compromise with this elegant lady in front of him. After all, she was his own aunt.
Tang Yue-Hua smiled slightly, "Don't look so embarrassed. I said it wouldn't be long before you understood the importance of everything I taught you. Leaving Slaughter City, what you need the most right now isn't to diligently cultivate, but rather to make everything you possess even more stable. I already know the condition of your father's body. Don't worry, I won't force him again in the future. The sect won't either. Even if he's no longer in the sect. However, the sect has never forgotten about him. "
Sighing, Tang Yue-Hua looked deeply at Tang San, "If you don't want your father to be disturbed again, then you have to become even stronger. All the responsibilities that he should have completed will fall on your shoulders. "
… …
One year later. Heaven Dou City, Moon Pavilion.
The night scene in Heaven Dou City had always been very beautiful. This had a lot to do with the highly developed commerce. As the capital of the Tendou Empire, only Star Luo City could barely compare to it in the entire Douluo Continent.
Star Luo City's beauty stemmed from the exquisiteness of the south, while Heaven Dou City was brimming with the grandeur of the north.
An elegant and tranquil light shone out from the Moon Pavilion's several storey building, and an endless stream of people walked in through the invitations.
As the Royal Etiquette Academy of the Tendou Empire, to be able to enter the Moon Pavilion, one had to at least have a noble title, and the age could not exceed thirty. Without a doubt, this was the place where the new generation of nobles of the Tendou Empire was trained.
Therefore, even though the Moon Pavilion itself wasn't much, no force dared to touch it, not even the Imperial Family.
It was rumored that Emperor Xue Ye had a special and intimate relationship with the Moon Pavilion's Pavilion Master, Madam Yue. Of course, this was only a rumor.
Tonight was the annual graduation ceremony.
Another batch of students were about to graduate, and those invited were the parents and elders of these students. They were undoubtedly influential figures in the capital city of the Tendou Empire.
In fact, the number of students the Moon Pavilion accepted every year was only one hundred. For these one hundred places, the nobles of the Tendou Empire practically broke their heads. Everyone knew that to be able to smoothly graduate from the Moon Pavilion was equivalent to being plated with a layer of gold. The graduates here were acclaimed as true nobles.
Not to mention anything else, but when nobles intermarried, the stronger side would often ask the weaker side whether their children had been educated by the Moon Pavilion. From this it could be seen that the Moon Pavilion's influence in the upper echelons of the Tendou Empire.
Of course, no one knew. The Moon Pavilion's Pavilion Master, Madam Yue, who didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken, was unexpectedly from the sect of the number one Soul Master under Heaven.
The graduation ceremony was held on the third floor of the Moon Pavilion. Numerous high officials and dignitaries were already seated in the prepared venue. They all hoped to be able to see how their children would improve through the Moon Pavilion's training.
As the Moon Pavilion's master, Tang Yue-Hua was still dressed in a silver palace dress, standing at the side of the hall with a smile on her face. Her subordinates told her that everyone had already arrived, and she nodded in acknowledgment. The graduation ceremony officially began.
A line of silver-clothed young men and women began to enter through the doors on both sides. There were more than a hundred people, but they didn't bring any noise to the hall. Each person's face revealed the same elegant smile, their steps so harmonious. Between their movements, a faint nobility that didn't give people a feeling of arrogance, but still made people raise their eyebrows.
Just at this moment, a door to the side of the hall opened, and a white-clothed youth slowly walked out, holding an exquisite, graceful golden harp.
Clear blue eyes, the bottom of which could be seen. A long dark blue hair draped over his shoulders, but it didn't give people the slightest feeling of impoliteness. His whole person was like a spirit of the world, handsome, noble, and elegant all in one.
But there was also a kind of peculiar tranquility. As he walked out from the side door, he practically instantly became the focus of everyone present.
Even those graduating students who had previously entered the hall with elegant smiles couldn't help casting him a glance.
Especially among the female students, there was no lack of intoxicated expressions in their eyes.
The white-clothed youth placed the award harp on the table, sitting upright on a special low stool. He first smiled and nodded to the numerous guests, then slowly raised his pair of slender hands, slowly starting to play.
Elegant, pure, sparkling like pearls and jade, clear like morning dew, flowed out from that exquisite golden harp. The hall immediately quieted down. The beautiful harp sound made people feel relaxed and happy, like a fountain gurgling under the moonlight, filling the air with a poetic atmosphere.
Not to mention anything else, just looking at his appearance, this white-clothed youth undoubtedly made all the graduating students present pale. His tranquility, aloof from worldly affairs, gave people the most favorable impression.
Tang Yue-Hua stood there quietly, listening to the beautiful harp sound. In her ears, this harp sound was of course different from what others heard. She was listening to whether this harp sound was really as tranquil as the white-clothed youth's appearance.
A year, a whole year had passed, he really had changed a lot. Perhaps this was his true nature.
The youth playing the harp was precisely Tang San. Compared to a year ago, the current Tang San had undergone another world-shaking change. That was a change in temperament. There was no longer a trace of killing intent spreading from his body. It wasn't that the killing intent from Slaughter City had disappeared, but rather that it was truly contained.
When Tang Yue-Hua gave Tang San his first lesson, she told him that a true power first had to learn how to control everything, especially his mood and aura.
This year, Tang San had undoubtedly done very well, so well that even a strict noblewoman like Tang Yue-Hua couldn't find a single flaw. Others needed three years of lessons, but he finished in one, and moreover learned better than anyone else.
Being able to represent the graduating students in performing the harp had always been a tradition of the Moon Pavilion. Only the most outstanding students of this year's graduating students could obtain this special honor. The reason Tang San could sit there wasn't because he was Tang Yue-Hua's nephew, but rather because of his own accomplishments.
The graduation ceremony proceeded in accordance with the procedures of this elegant music. The high officials and nobles had already begun to quietly inquire about Tang San's origins below, but no one could say anything. Even their children couldn't say where Tang San came from.
To the other students, Tang San was like a riddle. When he had just appeared here, so cold that no one was willing to approach him, and no one was optimistic about him as a transfer student.
Even though he was handsome, this was the imperial capital, how could handsome people be lacking?
But, after a few months, everyone's gazes when looking at him had changed. In the study of all kinds of etiquette and music, Tang San displayed a learning ability that far surpassed that of ordinary people. Most notably, that faint layer of coldness on his body gradually disappeared.
Only for some reason, he normally very rarely communicated with people, and even less spoke. He only silently studied.
Sitting below the stage, the most illustrious of all the nobles was a young man. His age seemed to be at the intersection of youth and middle age. He was the crown prince of the Tendou Empire, Xue Qinghe.
This time, Xue Qinghe had come for his little sister's graduation ceremony.
And his little sister, originally should have been sitting in the seat Tang San was currently sitting in.
But not long ago, his little sister told him that the person playing the harp in the end had changed. But she wasn't the slightest bit upset, because she wholeheartedly admired that young man called Tang Yin, and admitted that she was inferior in all aspects.
Xue Qinghe knew that his little sister, as an imperial princess, was also doted on by her father. She had always had her eyes on the top of her head, and very rarely trusted others. Even he, her eldest brother, had no power to deter her.
Sending her to the Moon Pavilion to study was undoubtedly to properly cultivate his little sister's court etiquette. At the age of eighteen, it should be time for her to get married.
He couldn't understand why his always arrogant little sister would hold a person in such high esteem, so much so that when she mentioned that person, she actually revealed a faint shyness.
When Xue Qinghe saw Tang San sitting there playing, he was also shocked. From that young man, he unexpectedly couldn't find the slightest flaw.
What was even more surprising was that this young man actually gave him a familiar feeling. He couldn't say why, it wasn't because of his aura, but rather a kind of innate intuition.
After simply asking the surrounding nobles about that white-clothed youth, but getting no answer, Xue Qinghe was even more certain of his decision to associate with this youth. Not because of his little sister's pleading yesterday, but because of a talent that could become the empire's future pillar.
Tang San calmly strummed the harp. His heart was very calm, just like the tranquility he revealed on the outside.
A year's time had passed. A year ago, how could he have imagined that today he would actually play an instrument in front of everyone? When he had just begun to follow his aunt to study, his heart had been brimming with skepticism.
But, after a month had passed. Tang San discovered that the path his father had pointed him on was so correct.
Cultivating in Slaughter City was to temper the heart, and it was the same in the Moon Pavilion.
As he gradually calmed down here, he recalled everything that had happened in the past four years, as well as the entire process of his growth. He discovered that his mind was so tired.
This year's time had given his body and mind the best rest. Even though he hadn't deliberately cultivated, everything he had learned over the years had been gradually integrated in this tranquility. Even the last line of defense of the eight extraordinary meridians, the Governing Vessel, had begun to gradually loosen.
Fifty seventh rank, this was Tang San's current spirit power level. In five years, rising from forty second or third rank to fifty seventh rank, an average of three ranks per year. It sounded incomparable to his two years of cultivation speed at Shrek Academy. But in fact, after surpassing the fortieth rank, how could the spirit power required for each rank increase be comparable to before?
Twenty years old, rank fifty seventh, Tang San had undoubtedly already surpassed the Golden Generation of Martial Soul Palace by a wide margin. Most importantly, right now he was no longer the Tang San who possessed all kinds of abilities and needed to control them, but rather the Tang San who had fused all his abilities into one furnace and had taken the most crucial step towards becoming a power.
From the undisguised admiration in his aunt's eyes in the last few months. Tang San knew that it would soon be time for him to leave this place. Only thinking of going to see his father would his calm heart produce layer upon layer of ripples.
He had been waiting for the unknown truth for far too long. Even though he already had some guesses, without hearing it from his father's mouth, how could he be sure?
Tang San knew that the road he had to walk was still very, very long. But this year in the Moon Pavilion had undoubtedly been a turning point in his life. He had already surpassed his youth, and his twentieth birthday was about to arrive. He was already an adult.
The graduation ceremony concluded smoothly, and each student received their graduation certificates from Pavilion Master Tang Yue-Hua. Joyfully throwing themselves into the arms of their loved ones.
As Tang Yue-Hua finished all this, Tang San's mission for the day was also considered complete. She walked over to Tang San, "Today's performance was pretty good, the inside and the outside were the same."
Tang San smiled slightly, lightly stroking the zither, letting the last trace of lingering melody drift away. "Thank you."
Just at this moment, a clear voice echoed, "Aunt Yue-Hua, can you give me an introduction?"
Tang Yue-Hua turned her head to look, seeing the casually dressed Crown Prince Xue Qinghe walk over accompanied by the elegant and generous new graduate Xue Ke.
Of course she had long since known Xue Ke's identity, and the majority of the students also knew. She even more saw that Xue Ke treated Tang San differently. Even when Tang San had seized her original performance rights, this Her Highness the Princess still wasn't the slightest bit dissatisfied.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince." Tang Yue-Hua bowed slightly.
Xue Qinghe hurriedly returned the greeting, "Aunt Yue-Hua, what are you doing? Junior can't accept it. "
Tang Yue-Hua laughed in spite of herself: "Don't always call me aunt, am I very old?"
To the side, Xue Ke wittily said: "Of course teacher isn't old, you're like my big sister."
Tang Yue-Hua smiled: "It's still you who knows how to talk." While speaking, she slightly moved aside, letting the Xue siblings clearly see Tang San, "Let me introduce you. This is my nephew, Tang Yin. "
Hearing the word nephew, Xue Qinghe's eyes couldn't help flashing two lines of light. Tang San had always been quietly observing this His Highness the Crown Prince who had once left him a good impression.
In five years, this Crown Prince had become even steadier. His face hadn't changed much, but his restrained scholarly temperament still gave people a very good impression.
His gestures were somewhat similar to Ning Fengzhi's, but it was unknown whether he was deliberately imitating him.
But from the change in his expression after hearing his aunt's introduction, it could be assumed that he knew his aunt's true identity. And his aunt also didn't try to cover it up, so she should have a lot of trust in this His Highness the Crown Prince.
On the surface, his expression didn't change, but Tang San had already analyzed a lot in his mind. He was pondering whether or not to confess his identity to this His Highness the Crown Prince.
This thought only flashed through his mind, and very quickly was suppressed by Tang San. He knew that even if Xue Qinghe was trustworthy, now still wasn't the time. He needed to verify his conjecture with his father. If later he really needed to borrow this His Highness the Crown Prince's strength to watch over each other, then it wouldn't be too late to confess. In any case, with his current appearance, he wouldn't be recognized no matter what.
Xue Qinghe was also similarly observing Tang San. Closer, he couldn't help but be even more attracted by Tang San's quiet elegance. Especially when he heard Tang Yue-Hua say he was his nephew, he was even more shocked. As the Crown Prince, just as Tang San had judged, he was one of the few people who knew Tang Yue-Hua's true identity. The gossip about Tang Yue-Hua and Emperor Xue Ye in the outside world was nothing more than a joke.
"Tang Yin, this is the current Tendou Empire's Crown Prince, His Highness Xue Qinghe." Tang Yue-Hua also introduced him to Tang San.
Tang San revealed a smile, slightly saluting Xue Qinghe, "Hello, Your Highness the Crown Prince." Towards Xue Ke at Xue Qinghe's side, he also smiled and nodded, considered a greeting. The two were after all classmates, no need for excessive courtesy.
If it was the previous Tang San, he definitely wouldn't have given Xue Ke, this girl who constantly wanted to get close to him, a courtesy. But after a year of instruction from his aunt, he already understood how to deeply bury his true feelings.
Xue Qinghe smiled: "I've long heard little sister say that Moon Pavilion has produced another young talent. Seeing you today, you really do live up to your reputation. Brother Tang Yin, if you have time, let's sit together. "
As the Crown Prince, using a commoner's tone to communicate with Tang San, Xue Qinghe could absolutely be considered a courteous scholar. To the side, Xue Ke couldn't help saying: "Big brother, when the time comes, you have to call me. I still want to ask Tang Yin for more information on the harp. "
Xue Qinghe smiled: "If brother Tang Yin has no objections, then I have no objections." A simple sentence, but it adequately expressed his respect for Tang San, undoubtedly very easily gaining a favorable impression.
Tang San still wore a smile, "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint Your Highness the Crown Prince. Having just graduated, I'm going on a long journey. If fate wills it, when I return, I'll definitely pay you a visit. "
Xue Qinghe stared blankly for a moment, he hadn't expected Tang San to refuse him without the slightest hesitation under these circumstances. But when he met Tang San's sincere gaze, he immediately understood that the other wasn't shirking, but really had something to say.
Smiling slightly, Xue Qinghe said: "Then I'll wait for your return. I won't disturb you anymore, little sister, we should go back. " While speaking, Xue Qinghe took the initiative to raise his hand to Tang San. Shaking hands was the simplest and most casual etiquette between nobles.
Tang San raised his hand to shake Xue Qinghe's. Immediately, a trace of gentle spirit power came from Xue Qinghe's palm. Tang San's heart stirred. Judging from the other's spirit power, this Crown Prince's strength wasn't weak! In his previous acquaintance, he had never seen Xue Qinghe fight.
If Tang San was slightly surprised, then Xue Qinghe was shocked. The spirit power he transferred into Tang San's hand was very gentle. Even if Tang San wasn't a Soul Master, he still wouldn't be able to hurt him. But he was shocked to find that the spirit power he transferred into Tang San's body had unexpectedly disappeared without a sound.
He didn't encounter any resistance, nor did he feel anything else. It seemed that after the spirit power entered Tang San's body, it no longer had anything to do with him.
How did he do it? This young man really seemed to be a direct descendant of the Haotian Sect, and should be an extremely outstanding elite. This was Xue Qinghe's first thought. Of course he wouldn't probe Tang San again. He very naturally released his hand, smiling as he pulled his sister away.
When Xue Ke left, her big eyes still carried a reluctant light. If she hadn't already known that Tang San was a commoner, perhaps she would have disregarded everything to express her love for him. For a girl her age, who wouldn't like a handsome, confident, and talented young man with that kind of perfect temperament?
As the guests left, Tang Yue-Hua looked at Tang San putting away the harp beside her, and couldn't help giggling, "It seems that girl Xue Ke really has fallen in love with you. Last time she even asked me, what level of nobility does a commoner have to be in order to marry a princess. She was clearly referring to you. "
Raising his head to look at his aunt's teasing smile, Tang San somewhat helplessly said: "Aunt, you know, right now I basically don't think about these things."
Tang Yue-Hua smiled: "Is it because you have a confidante?"
Tang San hesitated a moment, but still nodded.
Tang Yue-Hua looked at him with some shock, "Heavens, you really are precocious. I remember you told me. You started cultivating with your father at the age of fourteen. Don't tell me you met that confidante of yours before? "
Tang San smiled: "Aunt, as a noble lady, prying into other people's privacy is very rude. That's what you taught me. "
Tang Yue-Hua snorted, "Am I someone else? I'm your aunt. Your father isn't here, I'm your elder. Confess and you'll be lenient. "
Tang San helplessly shook his head. At this moment, an intense longing suddenly rose in his heart.
Five years, Xiao Wu, are you well?
Seeing the loneliness in the depths of Tang San's eyes, Tang Yue-Hua didn't continue asking. Raising her hand to rub Tang San's head, she looked at this nephew who was a head taller than her, her beautiful eyes revealing a gentle and doting expression, "Silly kid, what are you thinking? I didn't know you were so emotional, just like your father. "
Tang San attentively watched Tang Yue-Hua, "Aunt, can I graduate from you?"
Tang Yue-Hua stared blankly, somewhat disappointed and frustrated saying: "Are you in such a hurry to leave me?" Even though they'd only known each other for a year, Tang Yue-Hua truly had taken a liking to this extremely intelligent nephew of hers. In their generation, the most outstanding and most accomplished were undoubtedly big brother Sect Master, Tang Hao, and her. Even though she wasn't a formidable Soul Master, the power grasped in her hands was enough to make anyone feel fear.
However, in the direct line of Tang Gate, those not so outstanding juniors had all branched out and scattered, having descendants, and even the next generation had already appeared. But as the former pride of Tang Gate, the Sect Master hadn't married, she hadn't married, and Tang Hao had met that kind of end. It could be said that Tang San was the only descendant of the three direct siblings. Regarding this nephew, she regarded him as a son.
Tang San equally respected Tang Yue-Hua. From this seemingly elegant and beautiful aunt, he truly received motherly care. Even though Tang Yue-Hua was somewhat long-winded, Tang San discovered that he actually quite liked her long-winded concern brimming with concern. What Tang Yue-Hua gave him was the kind of affection that Tang Hao and Maestro couldn't give him.
Consequently, regarding this aunt, Tang San was especially respectful, and also especially close. He didn't tell Tang Yue-Hua about Xiao Wu, because he didn't want his aunt to worry about him.
"Aunt, you know I'm not. But, I have to go. "
Tang Yue-Hua sighed lightly, "I understand. After seeing your father, he'll have you return to the Sect, acknowledge your ancestors and clan. Child, you're even more outstanding than your father was back then. Even though aunt doesn't know what you've experienced before. But aunt believes that you'll definitely be able to surpass your father. Remember, no matter when, don't be too emotional. And don't joke around with your life. Your father is too emotional. The reason why he gave you to me, to have you study with me, is in fact the most important goal, is to temper your temperament. So that you don't make the same mistakes as him. From a theoretical point of view, I should be at ease with you, you've already done very well. But, in your body flows the same blood as your father. Promise aunt, in all things, your own safety is the most important. Okay? "
Tang San nodded silently. Looking at the kind gaze in his aunt's eyes, he couldn't keep a faint redness from rising to the corners of his eyes.
Tang Yue-Hua smiled, saying: "Okay, go back and pack. I know you're anxious to see him. Leave tomorrow. In two days, I'm also going to return to the Sect to take a look. I haven't gone back for a long time, if I don't go see, I reckon big brother will scold me. We'll meet there. "
Tang San was inwardly moved. He of course understood that Tang Yue-Hua's decision to return to the Haotian Sect was all for his sake. He didn't understand the Sect's circumstances, and Tang Yue-Hua also hadn't told him.
But from the Haotian Sect's continued disappearance these years, it could be seen that his clan's days as the world's number one sect weren't good.
Tang San basically didn't have anything to pack. Even if it was some daily necessities, he could directly put them into Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges. That evening, Tang Yue-Hua personally cooked, making a few exquisite side dishes for the two of them to eat with Tang San. Before Tang San went to bed, Tang Yue-Hua told him that he didn't need to say goodbye to her when he left tomorrow. At that moment, Tang San clearly saw his aunt's eyes twinkle with a bit of crystal.
How could Tang San know that Tang Yue-Hua had once loved a person, a person she absolutely shouldn't have loved. Later she saw clearly, but her heart was already unable to hold any feelings of love, and so she never married all her life. She had once fantasized about having a child of her own, and Tang Hao bringing Tang San was like fulfilling her wish. Consequently, Tang Yue-Hua regarded Tang San as her own.
One year wasn't long, but Tang Yue-Hua felt as if she had been reborn. From Tang San, she saw the future hope of the Haotian Sect. How could she not help this nephew with all her heart and soul?
Early in the morning, after Tang San habitually finished cultivating Purple Demon Eye, he quietly left the Moon Pavilion, not disturbing anyone. Right now, the sky was just beginning to brighten.
The top floor window was open, and Tang Yue-Hua quietly stood there, watching that gradually distant white silhouette, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her mouth, "Little San, I'll wait for you at the sect."
Leaving Heaven Dou City, Tang San no longer suppressed his speed, unfolding his figure, flying with all his strength. He had long since clearly remembered everything on the sheepskin map Tang Hao had given him, and basically didn't need to look again to easily find the right direction.
In the blink of an eye, five years had already passed. Five years ago, Tang San had been impatient to know the answer. And today, he finally had the right to know the answer. Just like his father said, he had already washed away all his worldly splendor.
Speeding into the mountains, all the bumpy roads were like flat ground to Tang San. The Eight Spider Lances carried him up like lightning, finally returning to the mountain range where he had once cultivated. How could he still care about that elegance? He only wanted to see his father as soon as possible, and listen to him recount everything of the past.
Still surrounded by mountains, ten thousand spirit emeralds. In front of him was the rippling sapphire, and that majestic waterfall connecting heaven and earth. Even though he had lived here for two years, as Tang San once again returned, that carefree and happy mood hadn't changed in the slightest.
In the valley, there was only the rumbling of the waterfall. Apart from that, everything seemed very quiet, a tranquil silence.
Gazing at the waterfall that had accompanied him as he grew up, Tang San's gaze roamed, searching for his father's figure.
"You've returned." A deep voice seemed to echo by his ear, and Tang San suddenly turned his head. In that instant, his entire body seemed to freeze, his originally somewhat excited gaze now completely lifeless.
At the edge of the pool was that familiar figure. But as Tang San saw him again, his heart couldn't help trembling. The temperament that had changed over the past year seemed to shatter at this moment. His heart ached so much it was hard to breathe.
Tang Hao calmly stood at the edge of the pool, but supporting his body was only one leg. His entire left leg had been severed at the base. Also gone was his right arm. At that moment, the person standing there was actually a one-armed old man.
His messy hair was even more dyed snow white.
"Dad — —" Tang San practically trembled as he called out, his figure flashing, his lower jaw trembling as he threw himself in front of Tang Hao.
Having lost an arm and a leg, Tang Hao still seemed very calm, his expression not as serious and stiff as before, unexpectedly carrying a faint smile, looking at the son he was so proud of. He raised his hand and patted Tang San's head. "It's good that you're here, I've been waiting for you." This kind of intimate gesture was something he had never done before. But at this moment, Tang San's heart felt as if it had been pierced by a needle.
An incomparably intense baleful aura burst forth, "Who was it, dad, who injured you like this … …" Because of his extreme anger, Tang San's Deathgod Domain was forcibly activated. In that instant, the surrounding air instantly became ice cold.
The smile on Tang Hao's face didn't fade. "Silly boy, what are you doing? Could it be that your aunt has nurtured you for nothing this year? "
"Dad." Tang San looked at where his father's severed limbs were, tears uncontrollably gushing out of his eyes. The once youngest titled battle pet warrior, Douluo, had become an old man in front of him, like a candle in the wind. He was his own father!
A strong killing intent seemed to be rushing out from his chest, at this moment, Tang San's eyes were already gradually turning blood-red.
Tang Hao's expression changed as he stared at Tang San. "Wake up. No one can make me like this, the one who made me like this is myself. A year ago, when I returned here, I cut off my right arm and left leg. "
"What?" Tang San was stunned once again. He couldn't believe that everything in front of him was actually done by his father.
Tang Hao smiled faintly. "Surprised? Haven't you always wanted to know about my past? Come with me. I'll take you to a place. "
As he spoke, Tang Hao waved his remaining left arm, activated his soul power, and jumped up. Although he only had one leg, his speed was still astonishing, as he directly flew in the direction of the waterfall. His left hand pressed in the air, and with just one push of his soul power, he was already on the opposite side of the waterfall.
There were too many questions in Tang San's mind. He hurriedly jumped up and followed his father to the reef.
Tang Hao didn't use his soul power to resist the impact of the waterfall; he just let himself be drenched.
Seeing that Tang San had followed him, he took action again. He waved his left hand, and the three-meter long Haotian Hammer with a head as large as a water tank was suddenly released. The hammer soared into the sky, and the torrent of water from the sky rolled up under the influence of the enormous soul power. Tang Hao followed closely behind his Haotian Hammer.
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