"Good brother, thanks for the advice!"
The more Tang San thought about it, the more he felt he was suited to taking the ultimate poison route.
Even the way he looked at Bai Mu carried a little more closeness and gratitude.
"No big deal. As long as it helps!"
The corners of Bai Mu's mouth lifted slightly, as if he was happy that he had been able to "help" his "good friend."
"Good kid. Not a bad idea..."
Underground in the corner, Tang Hao, who had eavesdropped on the entire conversation, nodded silently.
He understood his good son. Bai Mu's idea was indeed a little more suitable for Tang San than Yu Xiaogang's.
The path of poison might not be strong in one-on-one fights, but when it came to crushing weaklings and team battles, it was a real expert!
He had also heard of Poison Douluo—he could not beat other Title Douluo, but he could leave other people with only Title Douluo!
His Old Tang family had a blood feud with Spirit Hall. If Blue Silver Grass could become a team-wiping engine, then in the future, paired with the unstoppable Clear Sky Hammer—that scene would simply be too beautiful!
In a daze, he seemed to see the image of himself and Tang San slaughtering everything in sight, successfully avenging Ah Yin, and then revitalizing the Clear Sky Sect.
Except—
"A level-forty Soul Elder dares challenge a Spirit Saint... Young people really are too hot-blooded..."
Tang Hao looked at Bai Mu as he walked toward the open space, preparing to face Zhao Wuji, and sighed.
Back in the day, even a genius like him probably would not have dared to casually challenge a Spirit Saint!
He was very curious what kind of surprise Bai Mu could give him.
"Kid, it's our