After a moment of wild joy,
Tang San immediately activated Ghost Shadow Maze and dashed towards the camp.
Tang Hao hadn't held back when he kicked him earlier. His chest, back, head, and knees all ached, and his ankle was even bleeding from a twig. But he only felt a surge of excitement in his heart, even the despair of his martial soul being crippled had faded somewhat.
That was a binding ability, capable of completely immobilizing his enemies. Even if it wasn't a legendary powerful control skill, it shouldn't be far off.
He, with his Mysterious Heaven Skill, Mysterious Jade Hand, and a power-type martial soul, couldn't resist it. Could those who were far weaker than him possibly turn the tables?
At the entrance of the tent, Tang Hao saw his son's reaction, a trace of human-like confusion in his eyes. It's just a little red snake, isn't it? Why was he so excited? He was just about ready to die a moment ago.
However, he didn't overthink it. No matter the reason, it was good that he was getting better. That incessant sobbing was a real headache.
If it weren't his own son, he might have strangled him on the spot.
Tang Hao's hand made a grasping motion, and the Clear Sky Hammer instantly appeared in his palm.
As a Title Douluo, he didn't even need to use soul skills against such a small fry; the mere weight of his martial soul was enough to crush it into meat paste.
He was about to smash down when,
Bing Qing Yujie, seeing this, immediately shouted in alarm, "Dad, don't kill it.
My soul power is at rank thirty, and I just need a soul ring."
Tang Hao didn't say anything upon hearing this. He just flicked his right hand, and the Clear Sky Hammer flew over and hovered above the Mandala Snake's head.
The powerful and violent aura instantly terrified the snake, making it unable to move, and it lay trembling on the ground.
With a casual gesture, his imposing aura was already on full display.
Tang San hurriedly took out a short sword from his soul tool and stabbed it into the Mandala Snake's head through its eye.
Then, he twisted it around a few times to completely destroy its brain.
Watching the scattered specks of purple energy gather into a bright halo above it,
Tang San suddenly had an idea. "Dad, why don't you ask me why I, with a plant-type martial soul, chose a poisonous snake as my soul ring?
Also, this Mandala Snake is at least three thousand four hundred years old, exceeding the limit by a lot."
He had a grand opportunity to show off, but no place to do it, which made him feel like a hundred cat claws were scratching at his heart, causing an unbearable itch.
If everyone around him had opposed, obstructed, criticized, or even ridiculed him, yet he still persisted, and in the end, not only absorbed it successfully but also obtained an invincible divine skill, how wonderful would that feel?
Tang San's words made Yu Xiao Gang's expression turn incredibly strange. He did have many questions he wanted to ask, but they had nothing to do with the Mandala Snake or its age.
After a long silence, he finally sighed, "You've been a sensible child since you were young. Now that you're grown, you must have your own ideas."
In fact, when Yu Xiao Gang took his son as a disciple, taught him theories, and helped him obtain his first spirit ring, he had been hiding in the shadows, observing the entire time.
He also knew clearly that poison属性 simply wasn't suitable for the Blue Silver Emperor, which was a life-attribute spirit.
Animal-type soul beasts could indeed be attached to plant-type martial spirits, but the disadvantages outweighed the advantages, like losing the big picture by focusing on small details.
Don't even talk about not being proficient in theory; even if he were stupid, he still remembered what skills Ah Yin had used back then.
Wasn't it easy to copy the homework?
The reason he hadn't stepped forward to stop or correct it was right there in that sentence.
He had long realized that his son wasn't normal.
He believed that a monster like Tang San, choosing such an unusual path, must have some extraordinary, special considerations.
The development paths for martial souls weren't limited to just the extremes and balance doctrines; those were simply the most commonly accepted.
In reality, there were countless, diverse approaches.
Most of these were just nonsense, like Yu Xiao Gang's. But some could indeed defy fate. Xiao Wu, for instance, possessed an ordinary, top-tier martial soul, but after taking a different path, she became even stronger than many super martial souls.
Tang Hao believed that a monster like Tang San,
must have found a unique method, something that could change the world.
As for Yu Xiao Gang and his theories? They were probably just a convenient excuse to cover up the real reason.
It just so happened that, although this guy was trash, he was Bibi Dong's ex-boyfriend, which gave him access to the cultivation methods for dual martial souls.
Tang Hao was also happy to see it happen; there was no reason to stop it. Who could have imagined, who the hell could have imagined, that San'er was actually tricked by Gangzi? This was just infuriating, with countless grievances that couldn't be expressed.
Where's the freak? Where's the old fox? Where's the grand scheme and the earth-shattering conspiracy?
To be played around by such an old con artist, and not even realize it for six years, was truly frustrating.
Tang Hao recalled his previous assessments of his son.
Although he couldn't understand, nor did he know what "transmigration," "rebirth," "soul possession," or "awakening of past life wisdom" meant,
he could still see that this thing was definitely not right.
From the age of one, he displayed a level of cleverness far beyond that of his peers. For example, even before he got close, he would open his eyes as if he knew what was coming.
Instances like these were almost too numerous to count. No matter what happened, he remained calm and composed, never crying or making a fuss. These "minor" peculiarities didn't even make the list.
After he had barely learned to walk,
every morning, before the sun was about to rise, Tang San would invariably arrive at his bedside to confirm whether he was asleep.
Then, he would go outside to bask in the sun. At first, he stayed at the doorway, but as he grew older, he went to the small hill behind the village.
And at the instant the sunlight touched him, a strange purple light would appear in his eyes.
After the sun rose, he would begin to cultivate his self-created soul skills.
There were three in total. One could turn the body into a phantom, greatly increasing movement speed.
Another was similar to object control, allowing objects to be drawn from a distance to the palm.
The last one turned the palm into something with a jade-like luster, incredibly hard, and impervious to ordinary weapons.
Hardening the palm wasn't surprising; too many soul skills could do that. The Force Clan, for example, had similar iron hand skills to aid in forging.
But the one that increased movement speed was a massive boost for every battle soul master. It was a precious inheritance even the Three Upper Sects and Spirit Hall didn't possess.
The Clear Sky Sect was the leader of the Three Upper Sects, and he was the Clear Sky Douluo of this generation.
He knew better than anyone if the sect was hiding anything.
As for Spirit Hall, their esteemed Pope was nearly beaten to death, and he never used it.
Qian Xun Ji, that waste of a man, wouldn't risk his life just to keep a secret, would he?
And then there was the strange purple light flashing in his eyes.
Even though he didn't know the specifics, as a Title Douluo, he could roughly tell it was for cultivating spiritual power.
And if a Super Douluo wanted to keep improving, spiritual power was a necessary hurdle.
That wasn't just precious; it was invaluable. Any faction that knew about it would stop at nothing to get it.
Besides that, Tang San could also make all sorts of bizarre Hidden Weapons.
Without any research or trial and error, they were perfectly formed and exquisitely crafted right from the start.
As a Godly Craftsman, Tang Hao understood the difficulty, value, and significance of those things better than anyone.
Knowing so many secret things, could San'er still be just an ordinary child?
Precisely because of this,
Until today, Tang Hao had never shown his true strength in front of his son.
He disguised himself extremely carefully,
so that even his walking speed, the force he used when forging iron, and other things never exceeded the limits of an ordinary person.
For a top-tier power-type martial soul user, equipped with high-level soul bones and a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, a ninety-five or ninety-six level Super Douluo,
Heaven only knows how difficult this was.
In front of such an old fox, one small slip-up would expose him.
After all, who could guarantee Tang San didn't have other strange abilities?
If they weren't careful and were discovered, it would be fine. But if they were killed by his schemes, that would be a joke.
Sleeping in the same bed with different dreams, scheming and plotting against each other.
That was the most accurate description of the relationship between the two father and son when they were in Holy Spirit Village.
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