Tang Wulin roared with all his might, his entire body straining as he tried to block this unfamiliar powerhouse's advance. Ling Zichen did not hesitate at all, turning into a streak of light and fleeing.
Watching his own biological son resist him, causing him to miss out on a little bread, Tang San flew into a rage. He sent Tang Wulin flying with a vicious slap and shouted furiously, "Unfilial son! You actually dare resist your own father for the sake of a woman!"
Tang Wulin had no room to resist at all. He crashed into the wall once more, spat out bright-red blood, and fell to the ground, yet he still stubbornly struggled back to his feet.
"Bullshit! My father is Tang Ziran, not some evil god like you, covered in vengeful spirits!"
Tang Wulin stared fixedly at him. If the other party made any move, he would immediately go all out against him.
Hearing those words from his own son, Tang San was so furious that he nearly jumped in rage, his anger blazing to the heavens. If not for the fact that Tang Wulin was his son, he would have acted long ago. He roared in exasperation, "Unfilial son! You unfilial son! How could I have given birth to such an unfilial son? Today, I will teach you what filial piety is!"
As his voice fell, endless pressure bore down upon Tang Wulin. He was forced to kneel on the floor, his hands braced against it as spiderweb-like cracks began spreading beneath his knees.
Bright-red blood trickled from the corner of Tang Wulin's mouth. He gritted his teeth, refusing to completely lose the ability to resist, but the other party slowly approached. As concentrated pressure descended, his head slammed heavily against the floor with a dull thud.