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"Xiao San, come in."

Yu Xiaogang saw it was Tang San and immediately stepped aside to let him into the room.

The room was a mess, but Tang San walked in calmly and found a chair to sit on. This was nothing to him; his home in Holy Soul Village was even more chaotic.

He looked up at Yu Xiaogang, whose eyes were red and swollen, clearly having been crying in the room just moments ago.

Tang San could roughly guess why Yu Xiaogang was crying. He knew that his teacher idolized his father, Tang Hao, above all others. And now, the Haotian Sect had been wiped out and branded as Evil Soul Masters, whom everyone on the continent clamored to kill; naturally, Tang Hao was no exception.

At the same time, the feat Tang Hao was most famous and shocking for—fatally wounding the previous Pope, Qian Xunji—was now being distorted by the rumors fabricated by Wuhun Hall.

Taking advantage of someone when they were unprepared to launch a sneak attack was a behavior despised everywhere. Even though Tang San had always prided himself on being a disciple of the Tang Sect, he understood this principle well.

Therefore, it was no surprise that Yu Xiaogang was crying; his idol had fallen from grace.

The first purpose of Tang San coming to see Yu Xiaogang today was to see how his teacher would act after learning everything about the Haotian Sect.

After all, the only people who knew he possessed twin martial souls and that his other martial soul was the Haotian Hammer were Tang Hao and Yu Xiaogang.

If Yu Xiaogang chose to be like the rest of the commoners on the continent—avoiding him at all costs and reporting his existence—Tang San would immediately end his life.

Tang San was now a Great Soul Master, and he believed killing Yu Xiaogang would be easy. Although this teacher had been his mentor for two lifetimes, for the sake of survival, killing him was not out of the question; he could always help resurrect him later when he attained godhood.

But fortunately, Yu Xiaogang's attitude so far, starting from letting Tang San into the room, showed that he still regarded Tang San as his disciple.

"Xiao San, what did you come to see me for today?"

Yu Xiaogang had, of course, heard about everything regarding the Haotian Sect, and Tang San's guess was correct; he had indeed been crying over Tang Hao just now.

But after his idol's fall, he didn't turn from a fan into a hater; instead, he supported Tang Hao even more firmly.

Everything Wuhun Hall said was a fabrication, a slander, it was all fake news!

He had gone from a fan to an even bigger fan.

Of course, Yu Xiaogang also knew what being an Evil Soul Master represented, but he didn't care. If it weren't for the fact that Wuhun Hall killed Evil Soul Masters on sight, and their years of propaganda had caused the people of the continent to spontaneously boycott and hate them, Yu Xiaogang would rather be a legendary Evil Soul Master than a piece of trash who could never break through to level twenty-nine.

In his view, any method that could grant power was the correct method.

It was just a pity that when Yu Xiaogang had scoured the Wuhun Hall library years ago, he couldn't find a way to become an Evil Soul Master.

Yes, unless one's martial soul was born with the ability to consume the life force and soul power of others, becoming an Evil Soul Master still required certain techniques.

Methods for consuming the life and soul of others were common thousands of years ago, but as the wheels of history rolled forward, all such self-created soul skills on the continent had been thoroughly destroyed by Wuhun Hall, including all relevant records, leaving behind only the definitions and behaviors associated with Evil Soul Masters.

Tang San's worries did not exist; on the contrary, Yu Xiaogang now wanted to protect the son of his idol even more.

Since the Haotian Sect were all powerful Evil Soul Masters, how could his idol not have the methods to become one?

"Teacher, have you heard?"

"About the Haotian Sect, and why the name Tang Hao is exactly the same as my father's name."

Since Yu Xiaogang had no intention of exposing Tang San, Tang San was naturally willing to play the part of a filial disciple.

It was impossible for Yu Xiaogang not to know information that was being spread everywhere.

"Since you've heard about it too, Xiao San, then I will tell you today."

"The Tang Hao that Wuhun Hall is hunting is your father, Tang Hao!"

"At the same time, your other martial soul, its name is the Haotian Hammer, and it comes from the Haotian Sect!"

Yu Xiaogang first walked outside to look around, and seeing no one, he returned to the room and solemnly instructed Tang San.

"Then, Father..."

Tang San naturally knew that the Tang Hao wanted by Wuhun Hall was his father, and he knew his martial soul was called the Haotian Hammer, but he wasn't supposed to know yet, and Yu Xiaogang believed he didn't.

Yu Xiaogang also found a chair to sit on, patted Tang San on the shoulder, and said solemnly once more: "Xiao San, don't believe the rumors from Wuhun Hall. You know what kind of person your father is, don't you?"

"As for the Haotian Sect, that is also a fabrication by Wuhun Hall. Wuhun Hall has always run rampant on the continent, calling white black, but because their strength is too great, the soul masters on the continent dare to be angry but dare not speak, and can only let them have their way."

After a pause, Yu Xiaogang stared directly into Tang San's eyes.

"Therefore, Xiao San, do you understand now why I didn't let you use your second martial soul in front of others?"

"Your enemy is Wuhun Hall, the most powerful and tyrannical Wuhun Hall on the continent."

"You must hide yourself well, hide until you have the ability to take revenge."

"Of course, with your talent as a twin martial soul user, I believe that day will not be too far off."

Facing Yu Xiaogang's solemn instructions, Tang San wore a look of hatred and clenched his fists.

Teacher is right. I am too weak right now, and the situation can only be dictated by Wuhun Hall.

Seeing Tang San's reaction, Yu Xiaogang nodded with satisfaction, and then began to recount the glorious achievements of his idol—Tang San's father, Tang Hao—to Tang San.

Regardless of how the master and disciple comforted each other, the storm caused by the destruction of the Haotian Sect affected far more than just the two of them.

Somewhere on the continent, Tang Hao, who was preparing to rush to the next Wuhun branch hall, looked at the notice in his hand with a face full of rage, and at the same time, a trace of fear.

"Wuhun Hall, you bunch of treacherous villains!"

"You are so cruel! The blood debt of the hundreds of lives in my Haotian Sect, I, Tang Hao, have recorded it!"

He merely noted it down; he didn't even dare to go smash up a Wuhun Hall branch anymore, not while Tang Xiao and a group of Haotian Sect Title Douluo were still in the hands of Wuhun Hall.

Tang Hao dared not gamble now, not when he couldn't be sure if a Wuhun Hall that had abandoned its past conduct would truly slaughter Tang Xiao and his party.

If Wuhun Hall were still the same organization that cared about its face, demeanor, and reputation as it had been in the past, Tang Hao would have continued to vent his rage by smashing branches, but now, he dared not, even if he had to bottle up the fury of the Haotian Sect being destroyed.

As for the other two pieces of important information in the public notice, regarding the news about the Evil Soul Masters of the Haotian Sect, Tang Hao only responded with silence.

He was no fool; even if the elders of the sect had never told him, having spent over thirty years in the Haotian Sect, he could guess a thing or two.

The Haotian Sect had only begun to practice the methods of Evil Soul Masters on a large scale after closing the sect, but that did not mean no one had practiced them before. At the same time, when his grandfather Tang Chen was still in the Haotian Sect, he had specifically warned him never to practice a certain secret technique found within the sect's manuals.

The second point concerned the matter of Tang Hao and his wife A Yin from back then; regarding this, Tang Hao did not shout or fly into a rage. Faced with this, terror and regret began to surface in his mind.

He had been running for nine years, countless times trying to escape that day, countless times trying to escape that scene in his mind.

He had almost succeeded! Succeeded in telling himself that it was Wuhun Hall who had forced his A Yin to her death.

He had almost succeeded in deceiving himself!

But now, Wuhun Hall had once again ripped this bloody wound open from within his heart.

It plunged him back into fear and regret.

Remaining silent, just staring at the public notice over and over again, Tang Hao stood there in silence.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Tang Hao turned his head in terror and flew toward Tiandou City.