Gangzi: I Will Destroy the Martial Soul Hall at All Costs

At that moment.

Tang Hao dragged his body, with his internal organs displaced and poisoned, toward Tang San's location.

He had to take Little Three away from this den of tigers and dragons as quickly as possible; otherwise, with Martial Soul Hall's intelligence network, they would soon uncover Little Three's true identity.

Tang Hao's Mental Power expanded outward, constantly searching for his son's trail.

"Found him."

Tang Hao's gaze fixed on a certain direction, and his figure vanished like lightning, heading toward Tang San's position.

"Teacher, it seems this great battle is over."

Tang San used his Purple Demon Eye to look toward the sky above Notting Academy, finding that there was almost no movement there anymore.

But the next moment.

Tang San felt a terrifying soul power fluctuation drawing closer to him, the oppressive pressure of the soul power making it hard to breathe.

"No, how could the powerhouse fighting up there have noticed me?"

"Am I, Tang San, reborn into this life, to die here? I refuse to accept this."

Tang San's heart roared wildly; he had yet to pursue Xiao Wu, yet to repay his father.

How could the heavens let him die? Damned heavens, you are unjust to me, Tang San.

One day, he, Tang San, would make sure they had a Death Sentence!

At the same time.

Feeling this soul power pressure, Jade Little Sword's legs gave way, and he dropped heavily to his knees.

His still-unhealed lower body lost control again, and he wet himself once more.

Tang San, seeing this, grew even more disgusted. How could his Teacher be scared into incontinence again?

And the stench of urine, sharp in Tang San's nose and mouth, made him deeply uncomfortable.

As the soul power fluctuation drew nearer, Tang Hao's figure gradually came into Tang San's view.

"Father, why is it you?"

Tang San looked at Tang Hao, who radiated a powerful aura, his mind full of confusion.

"And Father, how are you so badly injured? Who! Did this to you?"

After the shock, Tang San stared at Tang Hao, covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot, breathing like a bull, his face twisted with rage.

Who dared to wound his father like this? They already had a Death Sentence!

But at this moment, Tang Hao had no mind to explain to Tang San; the urgent task was to take Tang San away.

"Little Three, don't ask so many questions. Come with your father first."

Tang Hao came before Tang San, scooped him up with one arm, and with a flicker of his figure, flew off to an unknown place, leaving only a bewildered Jade Little Sword behind.

After a moment, Jade Little Sword came to his senses and stood up shakily, but his thighs still trembled uncontrollably.

Just then.

Two more figures descended here, their terrifying soul power fluctuations forcing Jade Little Sword's already limp legs to buckle and kneel again.

Not again! Jade Little Sword couldn't take it anymore. Did everyone have to trample on him, Jade Little Sword? Did they think he had no temper at all?

Thankfully, this time his lower body didn't lose control again.

But it wasn't that Jade Little Sword's endurance had improved; it was that after two consecutive accidents, his body had nothing left to release.

"Your Majesties, I am Jade Little Sword, the renowned Theory Grandmaster of the continent."

"May I ask what brings Your Majesties here?"

Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo had initially intended to roughly grab Jade Little Sword and interrogate him about Tang Hao and Tang San's whereabouts.

But upon hearing Jade Little Sword's name, they abandoned that idea.

Jade Little Sword—that name was deeply impressed in their memories.

The current Pope, Bibi Dong, had once clashed fiercely with the Former Pope, Qian Xunji, over this very Jade Little Sword in her youth.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei, as veterans of two reigns, naturally knew some of the inside story.

Besides, with Bibi Dong behind them, it was best not to be too harsh with Jade Little Sword, lest they incur her displeasure later.

"I ask you, have you seen a soul master in a Black Robe, drenched in blood, pass by here?"

"Also, do you know a soul master named Tang San?"

"These two are Martial Soul Hall's primary enemies. If we find out you're hiding anything, don't blame us..."

Yue Guan's eerie face turned to Jade Little Sword, and a bone-chilling killing intent enveloped him, making his body tremble instantly.

As Yue Guan's gaze drifted downward, he noticed a puddle of yellow liquid on the ground, emitting a foul stench.

This immediately deepened his contempt for Jade Little Sword.

"I really don't understand how Her Majesty the Pope ever took a liking to this waste back then."

Yue Guan was inwardly puzzled, full of doubt.

Just as Jade Little Sword hesitated over whether to tell the truth, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

This made his hunched back instantly straighten, and he became emboldened, as if he had nothing to fear.

Jade Little Sword's expression grew calm, like that of a Master who had seen through the affairs of the world.

Of course, if Jade Little Sword's lower half weren't soaked through, and there weren't pale yellow puddles beside him, it would have been far more convincing.

"Your Majesty, you have arrived."

The moment Bibi Dong appeared, Yue Guan and Gui Mei sensed her and bowed in greeting.

"Mm, go after Tang Hao first, and see if there's a chance to keep him here."

"By the way, that Tang San was likely taken by Tang Hao. If you encounter the Father and Son, Tang Hao and Tang San, kill Tang San at all costs—understood?"

Bibi Dong ordered Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

Following Tang Hao's trail, the moment she saw Jade Little Sword, Bibi Dong knew Tang Hao had already taken Tang San away.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei clasped their fists in acknowledgment, then continued their pursuit of Tang Hao.

Seeing Chrysanthemum and Ghost leave, Bibi Dong took a careful look at Jade Little Sword and noticed his current state.

His soaked lower half and the pale yellow puddles beside him—no matter how dense Bibi Dong was, she knew exactly what had just happened. A trace of disappointment flickered in her eyes as she looked at him.

"Little Sword, long time no see."

Seeing Jade Little Sword's haughty posture, Bibi Dong was the first to greet him.

Meeting again after so many years, she wasn't as excited as she had imagined. Instead, her heart was calm, without a ripple.

She didn't know why—though the man she loved most stood before her, she couldn't muster any spirit.

"Bibi Dong, why are you hunting my disciple? Do you know that Tang San is my disciple?"

Having just heard Bibi Dong's conversation with Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, Jade Little Sword questioned her indignantly.

Hearing this, Bibi Dong shook her head, let out a cold laugh, and retorted:

"Heh, Little Sword, do you know that Tang Hao and Tang San, that Father and Son, are the Martial Soul Hall's number one enemies?"

"When my Martial Soul Hall hunts enemies, it's not your place to point fingers."

Seeing Bibi Dong show him such disrespect, Jade Little Sword immediately threatened her.

"Bibi Dong, listen to me clearly."

"Tang San is my disciple. If anything happens to him..."

"I will destroy Martial Soul Hall at any cost!"