Tang San looked at Little Jiu's stunned expression and, for some reason, wanted to laugh. He really could not hold it in.
Hu Liena covered her red lips, her eyes full of amusement. There was no need to think about it—Little Jiu had tried to trick someone, only to trick himself instead!
"Do not randomly claim relatives! Tang Hao adopted His Majesty the Pope with ulterior motives. In the end, for the sake of his sect, he severed their father-son relationship!"
Ghost Douluo pointed at Tang Chen and shouted angrily. Then he told Tang Chen everything in full detail, even explaining how Qian Daoliu had driven a wedge between Little Jiu and Tang Hao. Tang San's eyes widened in astonishment. Ghost Douluo was truly a talent!
After hearing it, Tang Chen let out a heavy sigh, anger flashing through his eyes. "The Clear Sky Sect actually produced such cowards! If I had been there, I would have smashed those idiots to death!"
Tang Chen reined in his emotions, turned to Tang San, and laughed heartily. "Grandson, so it turns out I'm your grandfather's father!"
Tang San's face froze as he was secretly laughing. Was that an area-of-effect attack?
The corner of Tang San's mouth twitched wildly. Could he not have phrased it differently? Why did that sound so strange?
Little Jiu burst into laughter. Now this was the normal rhythm.
Tang Chen suddenly rose to his feet, waved his hand, and summoned the Clear Sky Hammer. He declared domineeringly, "Little Jiu, everyone knows what is right and wrong! Let's cut the nonsense. I'm straightforward in what I do, and I won't argue with you about who is right or wrong. In this world, the victor is king and the loser is a bandit! Come on. Kill me or carve me