Qian Daoliu didn't stop Bibi Dong. He merely said, "Have you forgotten what Yuhao said? If Tang San of this era ever faces a life-or-death crisis unlike anything he's experienced before, God King Tang San from ten thousand years later will be alerted."
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, glaring furiously and resentfully in the direction of Nuoding City. Tang San was right there before her, and yet she couldn't kill him.
"The Great Trend Cannot Be Violated, but smaller things can still be changed. We'll cut off all of Tang San's opportunities. When the day comes that we truly face him, he'll have fallen from his godhood. Wouldn't it be better for you to deal with him after you become a god?"
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Tang San, just you wait."
Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong both turned into streaks of light and vanished into the horizon.
Blood trickled from the corner of Tang Hao's mouth. After using the Great Sumeru Hammer to escape the stunning killing trap set by Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, he had grown exceptionally weak.
The first place he fled wasn't Nuoding City, but the opposite direction. His son, Tang San, was still in Nuoding City. If he led the wolves to the door, a lifetime's worth of effort might be ruined.
Tang Hao slipped into a forest and jumped into a clear lake. After washing the blood from his body, he tore his clothes into strips and bound his bleeding wounds. Only after confirming that Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong hadn't followed did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Tang Hao didn't rashly fly through the air. Instead, he cautiously returned to Holy Soul Village. Although no one had been hurt in the battle, many people were still