Tang San directly summoned the Clear Sky Hammer, pointed it at Tang Hao, and growled:
"Tang Hao! I warn you, don't get any bad ideas about my mother and Xiao Wu Jie!"
"My soul rings will naturally be obtained with Big Brother's help. I don't need you using other people as gifts here."
"What you need to do now is go and destroy the Star Luo Royal Family first."
"As for Spirit Hall, if you don't think you're up to it, leave it alone for now. Once I've grown stronger, call the people of the Clear Sky Sect, and we'll kill the Pope together to avenge Mother!"
Seeing Tang San be so disrespectful toward him, Tang Hao instinctively wanted to slap him across the face again.
But when he saw those two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, he immediately calmed down.
He knew exactly what Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings represented. If Tang San were pushed too far, those two soul rings alone could leave even him, Tang San's father, in a miserable state.
Just then, an incomparably powerful pressure descended upon them.
Tang Hao suddenly turned around.
At the doorway, someone slowly approached. It was Lu Duzhou, the one who had taken away his wife and son.
With every step Lu Duzhou took, Tang Hao felt another layer of pressure settle onto his body.
By the time Lu Duzhou came within three meters of Tang Hao, Tang Hao had no choice but to take out the Clear Sky Hammer to support himself, barely managing to keep from collapsing.
He stared at Lu Duzhou in shock and said incredulously:
"You... have you already become a Title Douluo?"
Lu Duzhou smiled faintly.
"I'm still one soul ring short."
"But killing Your Excellency of Clear Sky shouldn't be a problem."
As he spoke, soul rings emerged