"Dad, are you saying... Mom was one too?" Listening to Tang Hao, Tang San suddenly felt that he had taken in far too much information today.
"That's right. Your mother was also a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that took human form—a Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor." Tang Hao looked at Tang San and said bluntly, "Back then, Spirit Hall somehow learned that your mother was a soul beast. The previous Pope Qian Xunji, along with Ju Gui Douluo, came to hunt her down. At the time, I was only an eighty-ninth-rank Soul Douluo and was no match for them at all. Your mother was unwilling to fall into Spirit Hall's hands, so in the end, she chose to sacrifice herself to me."
As he spoke, Tang Hao's soul rings lit up one after another beneath his feet: Yellow yellow purple purple Black Black Black Black Red. The final red soul ring was especially eye-catching.
Looking at those dazzling nine soul rings, Tang San was immediately filled with admiration for Tang Hao. This was his father—the youngest Titled Douluo on Douluo Continent. He really was incredible.
"Xiao San, what do you think about your mother being a soul beast? Would you hate her?" Tang Hao looked at Tang San and asked. He could be said to have placed his hopes for revenge upon Tang San. At only fourteen, Tang San had already reached the rank of Soul Ancestor, possessed Twin Martial Souls, and had those strange hidden weapons as well.
"No. Our bodies, hair, and skin are given to us by our parents. Besides, what does it matter if she was a soul beast? After soul beasts take human form, whether it's Mom or Xiao Wu, they are already human. They are no longer soul beasts." Tang San spoke firmly, then anger flashed