Two of Tang Hao's Soul Bones had come from the Clear Sky Sect. He had obtained the other four himself.
When Tang Xiao learned that Tang Hao had possessed six Soul Bones, he was furious enough to feel his lungs explode. They had likely all fallen into the hands of their enemy, Spirit Hall.
Every Soul Bone Tang Hao had possessed had been hard-won, yet they had all been lost in an instant.
Tang San was heartbroken as well.
"Uncle, those six Soul Bones may have all fallen into Feng Xiaotian's and Spirit Hall's hands."
Tang Xiao frowned deeply, his anger still unspent.
"Xiao San, that Feng Xiaotian you mentioned truly is a prodigy. At such a young age, he already possesses two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings. It may not be long before he surpasses your father and becomes a Titled Douluo before the age of forty."
"Yes! It's a pity he's on Spirit Hall's side. He'll become a formidable opponent for us."
"Hmph! He was definitely connected to Hao's death! I won't let him off."
"You're right, Uncle. We must get rid of him as soon as possible. If he grows stronger in the future, dealing with him will only become harder."
"Mm, I know."
Seeing Tang Xiao's attitude, Tang San secretly felt pleased.
If Tang Xiao personally took action, even Feng Xiaotian and the two Titled Douluo from Godwind Academy joining forces would find it difficult to withstand him.
After calming herself, Tang Yuehua asked,
"Xiao San, that battle must have been horrific. How are you? Were you hurt anywhere?"
"Aunt, I'm fine. With the Hundred Thousand Year Right Leg Soul Bone Mother left me, my recovery ability is far stronger than that of ordinary Soul Masters. I was injured a little, but I've fully recovered now."