Saint Demon... Douluo Continent!

"Regardless of who you are!"

"Daring to sneak into the lower realm—you have already invited your own death."

As the words fell, Tang San's eyes turned cold.

The Sea God Trident appeared out of thin air, and a surge of divine power instantly converged, manipulating the trident into a golden streak of light that chased after the intruder.

The speed of the golden light was extreme, reaching the teleportation passage in the blink of an eye and diving into the beam just before it vanished.

Immediately, a scream echoed from within.

"Ah! Don't stab there! San Pao, hurry and stop it!"

"Little San, stop! It's your teacher!"

Tang San's expression changed instantly.

The person sneaking down was Yu Xiaogang?!

Damn it!

This Gangzi only ever causes trouble.

He had gone to such lengths to alter the teleportation coordinates behind the back of the God of Destruction, and yet Gangzi had to come and ruin things again.

At this thought, Tang San's face turned livid.

Gangzi!

It was Gangzi again!

How many times had Gangzi ruined his plans now?

Yet, Yu Xiaogang was, after all, the teacher he had acknowledged with three kowtows and nine prostrations; he couldn't exactly kill his own mentor for the sake of righteousness.

What would others think of him, the Sea God, if he did?

Killing his own teacher—what kind of reputation would that be?

Tang San gritted his teeth, forcibly controlling the Sea God Trident to halt its assault.

The divine power recoiled, and the backlash made his chest tighten.

"Little San! This teacher knows he was wrong."

"Quickly, get your Sea God harpoon out of my anus!"

The Sea God's harpoon?

Tang San took a deep breath.

Don't be angry!

Don't be angry!

Tang San communicated through the divine consciousness within the Sea God Trident:

"Teacher, do you have any idea what you are doing?"

"Little San, just let me go down; Dong'er is still waiting for me..."

Dong'er?

Could it be her?

Very well!

Bibi Dong!

So it was you!

Ten thousand years ago, this woman turned the Douluo Continent into a bloodbath.

Ten thousand years later, even in death, she wouldn't rest, still trying to seduce his teacher through dreams.

Just then, Tang San suddenly sensed an aura filled with annihilation approaching.

It was the God of Destruction coming to find him.

Without a doubt, he was here to hold him accountable.

At this thought, Tang San's heart tightened.

It was no longer appropriate to entangle himself with Yu Xiaogang.

"Teacher, hurry and go!"

Forced by the fear of being caught red-handed by the God of Destruction, Tang San's tone was filled with urgency.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed. "Little San! My anus—your harpoon is still inside!"

Tang San suppressed his nausea and began to focus on controlling the trident.

With a violent jerk, the Sea God Trident was pulled out from Yu Xiaogang's lower body; the shaft of the trident still glowed with brilliant golden light, though the tip was stained with a bit of indescribable yellow fluid.

But it was already too late to pull it back.

The aura of destruction drew ever closer.

Tang San steeled his heart.

"Teacher, open your mouth!"

"Huh?"

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth in confusion, and the trident instantly transformed into a streak of light, drilling straight into his throat.

"Gag... blech!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes bulged as he clutched his throat.

"It stinks! Is this damn pitchfork covered in sh*t?"

As the words fell, Yu Xiaogang's figure vanished without a trace.

Douluo Continent, Clear Sky Sect.

Feng Yan stood atop a towering mountain peak, his divine sense sweeping across the sea of clouds before him as he remained silent for a quarter of an hour.

So much for the fringe world, so much for the Holy Demon Continent.

Spirit power.

Abundant spirit power.

In a place with such overflowing spirit power, this could only be the Douluo Continent.

"Since things have come to this, I might as well find a place to go into seclusion."

No sooner had the words left his lips than footsteps sounded behind him.

Feng Yan didn't even look back, yet he already knew who had arrived.

"Da Ming, it's been so long; you've even become the Sect Master."

The newcomer was a middle-aged man with a composed temperament, sporting long cyan hair and dressed in simple robes, his stature tall yet not overly rugged.

"Niu Tian greets the God of Fire."

Feng Yan confirmed one thing: this must be the Clear Sky Sect.

He had definitely been played by Tang San.

Truly, it was like stuffing peppercorns up one's nose—a real pain in the ass!

Furthermore, every word he spoke and every action he took might well be under Tang San's watchful eyes.

Realizing all this, Feng Yan sneered, "Oh, so you actually knew I would come to the Douluo Continent?"

"It was that person who gave the instructions," Niu Tian quickly explained upon hearing this.

"That person?"

Feng Yan's fingers twitched slightly, and an incomparably tyrannical pressure descended directly upon Niu Tian.

Niu Tian let out a muffled groan, his knees buckling, though he did not immediately collapse; blue veins bulged prominently on his forehead.

"It was... the Sea God!"

"God of Fire... we mean no harm..."

Feng Yan shook his head. "Whether you mean harm is not for you to decide..."

With that, the pressure intensified once more.

In an instant, Niu Tian vomited blood and collapsed to the ground, his hands struggling to prop him up.

"It is for me!"

"After all, you are currently nothing more than a mere Limit Douluo."

As soon as Feng Yan finished speaking, the pressure vanished instantly.

After all, he was at Tang San's doorstep; one must consider the master before beating the dog. A small lesson to vent his frustration was enough.

Now was not the time to tear off the mask and openly clash with Tang San.

Niu Tian climbed up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He knew the God of Fire had shown mercy.

Otherwise, given the God of Fire's strength, crushing him would be no different from crushing an ant.

Had he truly been enraged, his life would have been forfeit long ago.

"Many thanks to the God of Fire for your mercy," Niu Tian said, bowing his head with a sincere tone.

Feng Yan shook his head, ignoring the remark, and spoke to himself, "Besides having you wait for me, did Tang San give any other instructions?"

"He did..."

Niu Tian retrieved a blue-gold bead from his waist and held it out.

Feng Yan moved his mind, and the blue-gold bead slowly flew toward him.

Grasping it, he crushed it in his palm.

Suddenly...

A figure condensed from divine power flew out from the shattered bead.

It was a man dressed in blue ceremonial robes, with long blue hair draped behind him.

Sea God Tang San.

No... it should be said that it was a sliver of divine consciousness.

"God of Fire, welcome to the Clear Sky Sect."

The Sea God's divine consciousness spoke first.

"My dear brother San, I recall that I was supposed to be heading to the Holy Demon Continent."

"How did you end up bringing me to the Douluo Continent? It's going to be hard for me to explain this to Destruction."

Feng Yan's voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

If the Tang San before him were the real body, he certainly wouldn't dare to speak this way.

But in reality, it was merely a sliver of divine consciousness.

He could erase this consciousness with a wave of his hand, and Tang San himself, far away in the God Realm, wouldn't even be able to detect it.

"God of Fire, it has been ten thousand years, and you still have that same temper."

Unexpectedly, Tang San did not take offense, instead choosing to play the emotional card.

"I know you are angry that I brought you to the Douluo Continent behind your back, but I have reasons that leave me no choice."

Reasons?

You old schemer, you have reasons?

Feng Yan didn't believe it for a second.

It was nothing more than completing your Tang family's co-prosperity sphere.

Originally, he had no interest in any of Tang San's schemes.

Rather than worrying about nothing, it was better to simply enjoy life after becoming a god.

But on the day Tang Wutong was born, Feng Yan knew that his peaceful life had come to an end.

The path to self-destruction was hanging over his head.

Paper, after all, cannot wrap up fire.

If he didn't do something, he would just be closing his eyes and waiting for death.

Seeing that Feng Yan remained silent, Tang San spoke again:

"God of Fire, you wouldn't want Xiao Qi to fail to become a god, would you!"

Feng Yan was stunned.

Why is it always this kind of talk?

Are you all reincarnated from the Land of the Rising Sun?

One after another, there's no end to it, is there!

Thinking of this, Feng Yan said speechlessly: "What do you mean?"

"God of Fire, I know you treat Xiao Qi extremely well, and that child relies on you very much."

Tang San continued: "You two are like a real father and daughter."

Is there a possibility...

That Tang Wutong is actually my own flesh and blood?

The reason she relies on me so much is because of the instinct of her bloodline.

Thinking of this, Feng Yan couldn't be bothered to explain, so he listened quietly.

Tang San took a deep breath and turned his back.

"I have checked; Xiao Qi's talent is only average, even though she has Innate Full Soul Power."

"However, she did not inherit my Blue Silver Grass or Clear Sky Hammer; instead, she awakened Xiao Wu's Soft Bone Rabbit..."

"And the Seed of Fire that you bestowed upon her..."

He actually probed her martial soul!

Feng Yan's heart jumped into his throat, and the divine power within his body surged secretly.

It seemed that at any moment, he could erupt, destroy the divine consciousness of Tang San before him, and flee into the universe.