The Wronged Tang Hao

Tang San, standing to the side, also suddenly contracted his pupils.

Although he had confirmed from the Simulation that the Clear Sky Sect was the culprit and mastermind behind the separation of his family for many years and their current predicament.

But he never expected to receive such irrefutable truth about what happened back then from his mother so early on!

Tang Cheng, Tang Lie.

These two names, like two brand marks, are deeply imprinted in his mind.

A murderous intent gradually formed in his eyes.

Tang Hao, standing to the side, had even more complicated feelings.

The truth revealed by Ah Yin completely shattered the understanding he had built up over decades.

He always believed that he was the one who had harmed the sect.

Over the years, he felt guilty and remorseful, feeling that he had let down the ancestors of the Clear Sky Sect.

But it turns out...

I see!

Their family's tragic end was actually the result of a conspiracy within the sect!

But Tang Hao is Tang Hao after all.

His feelings for the Clear Sky Sect were etched into his very bones.

That's where he grew up, his roots, his home.

Those elders, those fellow disciples, those seniors who watched him grow up...

He couldn't see the entire sect as an enemy.

He could only focus his hatred on the two people Ah Yin had mentioned.

Tang Cheng, Tang Lie.

They must have planned this in secret!

They must have acted on their own initiative! They must have...

He dared not think any further.

Because if he continued to think about it, he would be touching on a truth he didn't want to face—how could two elders have such great authority without the unanimous approval of the sect's elders and without the participation of enough people?

How can they ensure that the Spirit Hall can accurately locate their whereabouts every time?

He dared not think about it.

He could only tell himself: It was Tang Cheng and Tang Lie, it was the two of them!

Almost simultaneously, just as Tang San was losing control of his killing intent because of the truth of what happened back then—

A killing intent far stronger and more chilling than his own erupted from Tang Hao!

The aura didn't seem to have any explosive power, but when it truly enveloped Tang San Tang San immediately felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Every hair on his body stood on end.

Cold, sinister, evil, terrifying.

An immense, terrifying killing intent surged forth like a ferocious beast.

Tang San clearly felt that everything about him seemed to become sluggish under this immense killing intent.

His thoughts, his perceptions, and the flow of his Soul Power all seemed to be frozen.

What shocked Tang San even more was that they were currently inside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and the dew on the leaves of the herbs in front of him was actually beginning to condense because of this killing intent!

In the blink of an eye, the dewdrops turned into tiny ice beads, rolling off the leaves with a soft "tinkling" sound.

Is this... the killing intent of Titled Douluo?

Is this... Dad's true strength?

Tang San was utterly shocked.

Just then--

"Smack!"

A crisp sound was heard.

Ah Yin slapped Tang Hao on the head, making him stagger.

That overwhelming murderous aura vanished without a trace in an instant.

"How?"

Ah Yin glared at him angrily and said, "What are you trying to prove to us, mother and daughter? Put away your murderous aura!"

Tang Hao covered his head and looked at her blankly.

Ah Yin ignored him, quickly walked to Tang San's side, and tenderly stroked his back:

"Xiao San, are you alright? Were you scared?"

"Your dad's a moron, he goes crazy all the time, don't bother with him."

Tang San finally snapped out of his daze, still reeling from the lingering murderous aura.

Looking at his mother's concerned eyes, and then at his father who was covering his head and looking aggrieved not far away, the murderous intent in his heart was somewhat diminished by this sudden scene.

"I'm fine, Mother," he said softly.

Ah Yin finally breathed a sigh of relief, then turned and glared fiercely at Tang Hao again:

"Come here and apologize right now! You've scared our son, do you know that?"

Tang Hao opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end he just walked over dejectedly and said in a low voice:

"Xiao San, Dad didn't mean it..."

Where was even a trace of the imposing presence of the Clear Sky Douluo in that appearance?

Tang San quickly waved his hand and said to Tang Hao, "It's alright, Dad."

Tang Hao stood there, covering his head and looking aggrieved.

Ah Yin's slap was quite forceful, but he didn't even dare to dodge—not because he couldn't dodge, but because he dared not.

Seeing his expression, Ah Yin was furious.

She released her grip on Tang San, turned around, put her hands on her hips, and stared intently at Tang Hao:

"Besides!"

Tang Hao shuddered.

Ah Yin continued:

"I haven't finished talking about you going back to get the Spirit Bone yet!"

Tang Hao opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but was glared at by Ah Yin and shut up.

"I heard from the Xiao San that Mr. Fu has been even more helpful to Xiao San than you, his father!"

Ah Yin's voice carried a clear mix of gratitude and resentment towards Tang Hao:

"Without Mr. Fu, could Xiao San have reached her current Soul Power at this age? Could she have awakened the Blue Silver Emperor at level forty?"

She paused, took a deep breath, and continued:

"Besides, wasn't it thanks to Mr. Fu's help that I was able to come back to life?"

After hearing these words, Tang Hao lowered his head and remained silent.

Seeing his expression, Ah Yin's tone softened slightly, but it still carried a hint of helplessness:

"Brother Hao, how could you be so foolish?"

She walked up to Tang Hao, gently poked his chest, and whispered:

"Even if we give that Spirit Bone to Mr. Fu, so what? We already owe him this!"

"He saved the Xiao San, saved me, raised the Xiao San to be a good person, and reunited my son with me."

"This debt of gratitude is something that even ten Spirit Bone couldn't repay, let alone one!"

Tang Hao raised his head, looked into Ah Yin's clear eyes, his lips moved, and finally he whispered:

"I... it's not that I didn't want to give it to Brother Fu. I just thought it was something you left behind, something I wanted to leave for your Xiao San..."

Upon hearing this, Ah Yin's expression faltered slightly.

Seeing Tang Hao's guilty and aggrieved expression, the anger in her heart finally dissipated.

She sighed, reached out and took Tang Hao's hand, and said softly:

"I know you're thinking of the Xiao San."

"But Hao Ge, you have to understand, some things are more important than the Spirit Bone."

She turned to look at Tang San standing to the side, her eyes full of tenderness, and continued:

"The Xiao San's success today isn't due to that Spirit Bone, but rather to Mr. Fu's guidance."

"Without Mr. Fu, even if I gave all my Spirit Bone to Xiao San, he wouldn't have gotten to where he is today."

Tang Hao followed her gaze to Tang San. Looking at his son's tall and straight figure and those azure eyes that were exactly like Ah Yin's, he felt a mix of emotions.

He knew Ah Yin was right.

Over the years, he has wronged his Xiao San too much.

Fu Shiyan made up for all of that for him.