I'm More of His Father Than You Are!

This change happened so suddenly that it caught Chen Ye completely off guard. Yet as he looked at Tang Wulin, his expression remained unchanged.

"Although I absorbed his Golden Dragon King Bloodline, in exchange, I helped him awaken the Blue Silver Emperor and the Clear Sky Hammer."

"I gave him the means to survive in this world, instead of burying a disaster inside him like you did."

"Do you know that if anything went wrong, he would have died?"

Chen Ye stared coldly at Tang Wulin—or rather, Tang San.

He'd been a little surprised at first, but he truly had no good impression of the Tang Godking hiding behind the scenes.

Now, seeing the other party come over and start mouthing off, he challenged him directly.

Tang San fell silent for a moment, but his gaze was icy. "This has nothing to do with you! Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer are powerful, but without divine blood, my son will never become a god!"

"Only with the Golden Dragon King's power can he become a god and wait for our return!"

"Love plans for the long term. I love Wulin, so I don't want to return one day only to find his gravestone!"

Tang San spoke with absolute conviction. Chen Ye glanced sideways at him, contempt written across his face. "You fathered him but never raised him. And someone like you can still be called a father?"

"Compared to you, I feel like I'm more of his father!"

Chen Ye looked at Tang San with utter sincerity. His frank gaze left Tang San completely dumbfounded.

Tang San stared at Chen Ye, never expecting the boy to say something like that.

"You little bastard, you're asking for death!"

Anger showed on Tang San's face. He barked a command, and the Blue Silver Grass around him suddenly surged forward.

Countless deep-blue vines appeared, but Chen Ye's expression remained unchanged.

"Do you still think you're the lofty God King? Your spiritual attacks don't work on me. And no matter how much combat experience you have, Tang Wulin only has two rings right now."

Chen Ye's eyes were a little red. While the two of them had been talking, Tang San had been building up a spiritual attack.

Chen Ye hadn't expected that—or rather, he hadn't realized just how devious this Tang Godking was.

Fortunately, the spiritual attack had no effect on him. After blocking it, Chen Ye's First Soul Ring lit up.

He stared fixedly at Tang Wulin—or rather, Tang San—and a ferocious smile crept across his face.

"They say a father's love is as steadfast as a mountain. Your Majesty, I'll teach you what the rules are!"

With that, Chen Ye didn't hold back. He stepped forward, and the Blue Silver Grass around him shattered.

As Chen Ye closed in, Tang San tried to raise his hand and summon the Blue Silver Grass again.

But his mind stalled. Tang Wulin's consciousness was struggling against him inside the body, and even his Soul Spirit was resisting him wildly.

"Damn it, why is this happening?!"

Tang San's voice was full of fury. Because Chen Ye had interfered, he hadn't earned any trust from Tang Wulin.

As a result, even though Tang San had forcibly used his Divine Sense to control Tang Wulin's body, Tang Wulin refused to cooperate at all.

That moment's delay was all Chen Ye needed to close the distance. Without hesitation, he punched Tang Wulin in the face.

Tang San fell to the ground, his face contorted with rage.

How many years had it been since someone dared show him such disrespect—or even lay a hand on him—after he became a God King?

But that wasn't what enraged Tang San most. It was the fact that his own son hadn't resisted at all.

Tang Wulin had grown used to being beaten by Chen Ye. Remembering Chen Ye's claim that Tang Wulin was his son, Tang San was nearly at his breaking point.

He raised a hand and summoned the Clear Sky Hammer. Seeing it made him feel somewhat reassured.

After all, the Clear Sky Hammer was one of the strongest Martial Souls, a top-tier Martial Soul capable of letting its wielder fight opponents of higher rank.

But before Tang San could act, Chen Ye was already straddling Tang Wulin, slapping him again and again.

Dragon's Might had locked his body in place. While he was immobilized, he couldn't use the Clear Sky Hammer at all.

Tang San felt excruciating pain in his cheek, and a dark-blue light flashed in his eyes.

Chen Ye grunted, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth. But his gaze remained resolute as he continued slapping Tang San again and again.

The pain in his face wasn't the worst part. The humiliation was.

"Just you wait. I'll be back before long, and then I'll wipe out your bloodline completely!"

"I hope you're still alive by then. I'll kill every last one of your people right in front of you!"

Tang San's voice was ice-cold. Even when he'd been on Douluo Continent—even at his weakest—no one had dared humiliate him like this.

When Zhao Wuji humiliated him, he fought Zhao Wuji to the death. When Qian Renxue humiliated him, he didn't spare her either.

Everyone who'd humiliated him had met a miserable end. They'd either died or lost everything.

But when Chen Ye looked at him now, there was only an odd expression on his face, no fear whatsoever.

When people knew Tang San's identity, those words would usually terrify them or even make them lose focus, giving him an opening.

After all, Tang San had become a god long ago. He was the legendary God King, and even Gu Yuena would fear his retaliation if she were here.

But Chen Ye knew the truth. It would take at least ten thousand years for Tang San to return.

By the time he came back ten thousand years later, who knew who would be killing whom?

He didn't even need ten thousand years. Give him a few decades, and he was confident he could build a new Divine Realm—or even establish a God Star.

"I'll be waiting, then. I know there's a fragment of your Divine Sense left behind in every seal!"

"Then watch Tang Wulin call me Dad with your own eyes!"

"You're asking for death!"

Tang San was now furious beyond measure. Tang Wulin's face was swollen.

As the one completely in control of his body, Tang San could feel the pain too.

But before he could say anything else, Chen Ye's left hand transformed into a Golden Dragon Claw, and he brought it down in a fierce slap.

Tang Wulin's head snapped to the side. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his vision blurred.

The blue in his eyes began to grow hazy.

"What are you putting on an act for? If I really told Tang Wulin the whole truth, what do you think he'd think of you?"

"Could you really not stop the Golden Dragon King from entering his body? Were you unable to stop it, or did you simply not want to?"

"You coveted the Dragon God's status and wanted its power, so you sacrificed your own son to get it!"

"He could've lived happily with you in the Divine Realm, but you just dumped him on Douluo Continent."

"The Golden Dragon King was a disaster for him. Do you know he'd have died long ago if no one had helped him?"

"And now you want to tell me you're his father? I'm more of a father to him than you are!"

Chen Ye finished speaking and ignored Tang San, raising his hand to slap him again.

This time, he clearly hadn't held back. Tang Wulin opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Luckily, he'd awakened the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul. Otherwise, he would have lost several teeth in that row.

But the impact also stunned Tang San's consciousness. Rather, most of his Divine Sense was forced back into the Golden Dragon King's seal.