Pseudo-Reborn Tang Hao

Seeing their side fall into danger, Ah Yin hurriedly appealed to their bond. "Yuhao, don't you care how Wu Tong feels?"

"Wu Tong? Hahahaha..." Huo Yuhao was so furious he laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Tang Hao asked.

"Don't think I don't know. You planned to use your daughter to reel me in from the start. I did fall for Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er," Huo Yuhao said with a sneer. As someone who had crossed into this world, he knew where Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er came from, so he had been wary of them from the beginning. His feelings had naturally developed less quickly than the original Huo Yuhao's. Even so, those two women had devoted themselves to him, and they had moved him. "But before I could love them, her dear father killed them and left behind a Stitched Monster."

"Shut up! Wu Tong isn't a Stitched Monster. Wu Tong is Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er!" Ah Yin retorted angrily.

Huo Yuhao snapped, "Only you people would call a Stitched Monster made from a few soul fragments your granddaughter. I'll never see her as the woman I love. Could you love a Dog Chain around your neck?"

"So your love for Wu Tong was an act? What have you done to her?" Ah Yin was shocked and furious.

"Tang San used his daughter to watch me, so he can hardly blame me for controlling her mind. I used her to deceive Tang San in return. Back and forth, she was nothing but a tool!" Huo Yuhao said coldly.

"No—" Ah Yin faltered as the Life Core struck her hard. The Plane Will followed with another blow. Her body broke down, and her soul began to wear away.

"Ah Yin—" Tang Hao cried out in anguish. Ignoring Huo Yuhao's pursuit, he turned to save her.

"Brother Hao, don't..." Ah Yin called to Tang Hao in the final moments before her soul dispersed.

"You'd better worry about yourself." While Tang Hao was distracted, Huo Yuhao drove a Black Tiger Steals Heart strike through his back and seized his beating heart.

"Huo Yuhao, Life Core, Plane Will—don't celebrate yet. Little San is a Divine King. He'll avenge Ah Yin and me." Blood ran from Tang Hao's mouth, and his life was draining away, but he remained defiant.

"Sea God, Shura God, Butterfly God, Plane Sovereign, Life Core—and the three Divine Thrones you've set your sights on: Destruction, Life, and Dragon God. The Tang Family will raise a Divine Temple that towers above Douluo Continent and the Divine Realm, then fill it with guests for a grand feast. If you survive this calamity, you'll rule both realms, and no power will be able to shake you." Huo Yuhao toyed with Tang Hao's beating heart between his fingers, mockery flashing through his deep-blue eyes. "What an honor. I'm that calamity—the one who'll tear down your Divine Temple with my own hands."

"What... do you mean?" Unease flickered through Tang Hao.

"While the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole waits behind. Your Little San is already waiting in hell for you to join him." With that, Huo Yuhao crushed Tang Hao's heart.

"The Tang Family Son-in-Law has turned on his masters!"

Tang Hao roared and suddenly sat up in a bed at an inn.

"What? What Tang Family Son-in-Law? What are you talking about, Hao?" Tang Xiao asked from the other bed, puzzled.

Tang Hao looked at Tang Xiao and froze. For a moment, he did not even recognize him.

"You're... Tang Xiao?"

"Have you gone stupid? Who else would I be?" Tang Xiao said.

Tang Hao drew his attention back to himself and pressed a hand to his chest. He felt his heart beating. He was alive.

Accustomed to the supreme power of the Lord of the Plane, Tang Hao struggled to adjust to being so weak.

Tang Xiao, his elder brother, had died twenty thousand years ago. How could he be here? A possibility occurred to Tang Hao.

He asked his brother what year it was and about the state of the continent. In the end, Tang Hao reached a conclusion—

He had been reborn.

He had returned to twenty thousand years ago. Spirit Hall had not yet been destroyed, Little San had not been born, and his relationship with Ah Yin had not been settled.

At present, he was as weak as an ant, with only the strength of a Soul Saint.

But that might be a good thing.

Little San was brilliant. Every step he had taken lifted the Tang Family toward the pinnacle of Douluo Continent, making them one of the foremost families in the world, even the universe.

Yet there was one thing Little San had failed to account for: Huo Yuhao, an ungrateful wretch who could never be won over or satisfied.

The Son of Destiny should have belonged to the Tang Family. They had given Huo Yuhao that place, poured their resources into raising him, and even married their beautiful granddaughter to him, helping him attain the position of a First-level God. Yet at the critical moment of the Tang Family's rise, he had turned on them.

Whenever Tang Hao remembered Ah Yin's death and the moment that ungrateful wretch Huo Yuhao had crushed his heart, he wanted to leap ten thousand years into the future and cut down that Little Wolf Cub himself.

Still, he had been reborn now. It was a little earlier than he would have liked, but that did not matter.

In his previous life, he had not known that Shura God protected Tang San in the Divine Realm. Spirit Hall had hunted him, and he had fled like a stray dog. Only after Becoming a God had Tang Hao learned the truth about his past.

It turned out that Shura God had watched over their family the whole way. At critical moments, Divine Slaughter's Domain could even draw out Asura Divine Power, making it easy for him to defeat opponents above his level.

With such a powerful backer, what did Tang Hao have to fear? To him, Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu of Spirit Hall were already as good as dead. Given another chance, he would dare to piss on their heads.

Emboldened, Tang Hao carefully reviewed his memories and realized that Spirit Hall posed no real threat in this era. Even if events followed the same path as before, Little San was destined for godhood. Once he wielded Dual God Unity, Spirit Hall would be wiped out in one stroke. The only person Tang Hao needed to watch was Huo Yuhao, ten thousand years in the future.

But by then, Little San would already be a mighty Divine King. Scheming against a Son of Destiny who had yet to grow strong would be easy. Tang Hao only needed to remind Little San to guard against Huo Yuhao.

"What a pity," Tang Hao sighed. "After twenty thousand years, I had long since become a god. I dismissed the Soul Tools of ten thousand years later and the Battle Armor technology of twenty thousand years later as cheap tricks and never studied them. Otherwise, I could have used future technology to help Little San."

"Hao, you've been acting strangely today. Are you feeling unwell?" Tang Xiao's voice broke into his thoughts.

"I'm fine. My thoughts are just a little tangled right now." Tang Hao shook his head repeatedly.

"Good. Today, we'll both confess our feelings to Ah Yin!" Tang Xiao said with relief.

Tang Hao nodded. Brother Xiao's words stirred a memory from twenty thousand years ago. On this very day, he and Tang Xiao had both confessed their feelings to Ah Yin. Neither had expected it to become the turning point in their lives.