Tang San Takes Control!

"Not good, Wulin, run!"

The moment Tang San saw Wu Zhangkong being held back, he realized something was terribly wrong and hurriedly told Tang Wulin to flee.

"Mm-hmm!"

Hearing Tang San's warning, Tang Wulin did not dare hesitate and immediately turned to run.

"The little brat is quite sharp, but unfortunately, you're far too weak!"

A cold sneer appeared at the corner of the black-clad man's lips as he watched Tang Wulin flee.

"Fifth Soul Skill—Soul Devouring Seal!"

A skull as large as a grown man, gleaming with eerie cold light, flew out from the Soul Mourning Banner. It opened its fanged maw and lunged at Tang Wulin.

Trapped in place, Wu Zhangkong was frantic when he saw this, but he simply could not free himself. He could only watch helplessly as the other party attacked Tang Wulin.

"Let me handle it!"

Seeing the enemy's attack about to catch up, Tang San immediately demanded control of Tang Wulin's body.

At this life-and-death moment, Tang Wulin did not dare hesitate in the slightest and hurriedly handed control of his body over to Tang San.

After Tang San took over Tang Wulin's body, Tang Wulin's previously awkward Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track immediately displayed an entirely different brilliance.

His steps were light and ghostlike, his path unpredictable between illusion and reality, and his speed increased severalfold, causing the black-clad man's attack to miss completely.

Seeing his attack evaded by a mere Soul Master, the black-clad man was somewhat surprised, but he did not take it too seriously. After all, his Soul Devouring Seal could track its target.

At Su Mo's home, Su Mo lay comfortably on the bed in his bedroom, watching the content playing on the soul-guided television with great interest.

Leng Yulai knelt beside Su Mo, attentively peeling grapes for him, while the corner of her eye occasionally glanced toward the soul-guided television.

What was playing on the television was none other than a live feed of Wu Zhangkong, Tang Wulin, and the others fighting the black-clad man.

Back when Su Mo learned that Wu Zhangkong's lover, Long Bing, was buried in Heaven Dou City's public cemetery, he had people install soul-guided surveillance throughout the entire cemetery under the pretext of "safety."

Unexpectedly, it had actually come in handy.

Wu Zhangkong truly was Douluo Continent's Kakashi!

Seeing Tang Wulin's figure suddenly change on the television, no longer clumsy and sluggish as before but instead weaving through the cemetery like a ghost, narrowly evading the black-clad man's attacks every time, Leng Yulai could not help crying out.

"Lord, could it be that Tang San has taken control?"

As one of the Holy Spirit Cult's Four Heavenly Kings, Leng Yulai recognized the black-clad man's identity at a glance. He was Long San, the adopted son most favored by Dark Fengniao, an eighty-fourth-level Spirit Douluo.

Tang Wulin was a little brat who had not even reached the level of a Soul Grandmaster, yet he could repeatedly evade Long San's Soul Devouring Seal.

Other than Tang San taking control, Leng Yulai truly could not think of any other explanation.

"Tang San has indeed taken control!"

Su Mo nodded without denying it.

Whether in the rhythm of his steps or the movement of his body, Tang Wulin's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was vastly different from before. Instead, it was exactly like Tang San, whom Su Mo had encountered in Hero Hall the day before yesterday.

If Tang San had not taken control, Su Mo would never believe it.

Watching Tang Wulin flee in panic on the television, Su Mo did not feel the slightest guilt.

What lay between him and Tang San was not childish horseplay, but a cruel struggle to the death.

So do not tell him that the child was innocent. Since Tang Wulin enjoyed the benefits Tang San brought him, he also had to bear the consequences Tang San brought.

Heaven Dou City Public Cemetery

Wu Zhangkong, who had been anxious beyond measure, felt much more at ease after seeing Tang Wulin evade the black-clad man's attacks several times in succession.

However, there was one thing Wu Zhangkong found baffling. Why did Tang Wulin's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track look even more practiced than his own, despite Wu Zhangkong having trained in it for over a decade?

After Long San, who had been fully suppressing Wu Zhangkong, saw his Soul Devouring Seal evaded several times by Tang Wulin, he finally realized something was wrong.

As Dark Fengniao's most favored adopted son, Long San was no fool.

If he could not take down Tang Wulin, the burden dragging Wu Zhangkong down, then with his cultivation as a Spirit Douluo, he could at most suppress Wu Zhangkong, who possessed Two-Word Battle Armor.

Killing Wu Zhangkong was impossible.

Moreover, his battle with Wu Zhangkong had already drawn the attention of others. If he did not leave soon, he would not be able to escape once the Heaven Dou City Security Brigade arrived.

After seeing Tang Wulin evade his Soul Devouring Seal once more, Long San launched his strongest attack at Tang Wulin, then fled into the distance without the slightest hesitation.

Wu Zhangkong had originally wanted to pursue Long San, but he could only turn back and save Tang Wulin instead.

Watching the departed souls pouncing toward him from every direction, Tang San cursed Wu Zhangkong bloody in his heart.

Although Wu Zhangkong treated Tang Wulin well, if not for Wu Zhangkong this time, how could Tang Wulin have fallen into such a dangerous situation?

Tang San had just intended to mobilize a trace of his divine power to resolve the crisis before him when he discovered in horror that Tang Wulin's body was beginning to slip out of his control. Fine golden scales covered both arms.

"Not good!"

As if he had suddenly thought of something, Tang San's expression changed drastically. He no longer cared about the crisis before him and hurriedly returned control of the body to Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin, whose consciousness had returned, went completely blank as he stared at the skull right before him.

"Lao Tang, Lao Tang!!!"

Tang Wulin called out to Tang San again and again, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea. He received no response whatsoever.

Seeing that his life was about to end, Tang Wulin closed his eyes in despair. Beautiful memories flashed through his mind like a lantern carousel, and his heart filled with intense reluctance and guilt.

"I'm sorry, Dad, Mom. I've let you down."

"I'm sorry, Na'er! I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

"I'm sorry, Senior Zixin! I..."

One second before Long San's attack struck Tang Wulin, the late-arriving Wu Zhangkong flashed before Tang Wulin without hesitation and held him tightly in his arms.

The warmth and sense of safety that surged over him like a tide made Tang Wulin open his eyes instinctively.

Seeing Wu Zhangkong standing before him and blocking the attack for him, Tang Wulin's eyes reddened.

Tang Wulin had just wanted to say something when he discovered in horror that he could no longer speak human words.

Before Tang Wulin could think further, the massive skull slammed heavily into Wu Zhangkong like a towering mountain.

"Boom!"

The enormous force of the collision sent Wu Zhangkong and Tang Wulin flying dozens of meters, smashing countless gravestones and trees.

Even with his Two-Word Battle Armor, Wu Zhangkong still suffered considerable injuries after taking that blow.

But Wu Zhangkong could not care about any of that now. At this moment, all his attention was focused on Tang Wulin.

If anything happened to Tang Wulin, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

"Wulin, Wulin!"

Wu Zhangkong hastily wiped away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth and called Tang Wulin's name softly.

Yet no matter how Wu Zhangkong called, Tang Wulin gave no response.

When Wu Zhangkong reached out to check Tang Wulin's condition, he unexpectedly discovered that Tang Wulin's body was frighteningly hot and covered in fine golden scales.

Wu Zhangkong had no time to think further and immediately called the Tang Sect branch in Heaven Dou City.