However, even with his Martial Soul protecting him, Yue Guan was badly injured. He was sent flying hundreds of meters again before barely managing to stop himself in midair. He hunched over, gasping for breath.
"Damn it! Tang Hao disappeared for seven years, and his Soul Power actually increased instead of declining. Wasn't he supposedly chased around and beaten like a dog by the Great Priest? How can he still be so full of life?" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan clutched his chest, speculating about Tang Hao, then suddenly shifted his gaze to Su Yun.
Wait. Tang Hao had clearly had a chance to rescue his son just now. Why had he instead taken that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast from me?
"Tang Hao! You'd abandon even your own son for a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?!" Yue Guan "scolded" him.
"If I rescued my 'son,' your Spirit Hall would probably keep pursuing us father and son without letting up."
Tang Hao held Xiao Wu in one hand and sneered. "Compared to my son, your Spirit Hall wants this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast more, doesn't it?"
Tang Hao wasn't wrong.
Given the choice between Tang Hao's son and the Soul Ring and Soul Bone of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, Spirit Hall would surely choose the latter every single time if given a hundred chances.
That was why Tang Hao had deliberately said those things earlier, expressing his "affection" for Su Yun. In reality, he'd seized the opportunity to snatch Xiao Wu, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
"Let's make an exchange. I'll return your son, and you give me that little girl. I can ask His Holiness the Pope to pardon your crimes and agree to let the Clear Sky Sect emerge from seclusion again," Yue Guan said gravely.
"Heh. Yue Guan, do you take me for a