The moment Tang Hao appeared on the Sky Screen, Tang San was utterly stunned.
From the very first moment that man appeared on screen, Tang San had frozen.
He stared fixedly at that face, mostly concealed by a beard and tangled hair, at those deeply sunken, bloodshot eyes, at that familiar outline that made it hard for him to breathe.
"How could this be..."
His voice was so soft that almost only he himself could hear it.
But Xiao Wu was sitting beside him, and she heard him. She turned her head and saw that Tang San's face had gone frighteningly pale, his eyes fixed straight on the Sky Screen as though something had nailed him in place.
"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu asked softly.
Tang San did not answer.
He only stared at the Sky Screen, at the scene of that man staggering toward Xiao Wu, at the instant that man released nine Soul Rings.
Nine Soul Rings.
A level ninety-five Titled Douluo.
Nine Soul Rings lit up around that mad, disheveled, drunken man.
"Titled Douluo..." Tang San's throat seemed to be clutched by something. When he forced out those words, his voice cracked beyond recognition. "My father... how could he be a Titled Douluo..."
The moment those words left his mouth, the entire hunter's cabin fell silent.
Everyone turned to look at Tang San.
Ma Hongjun's mouth hung open, Oscar's eyes were wide, the dry rations in Ning Rongrong's hand fell to the floor, Dai Mubai's fingers loosened from where he had folded his arms, and even clear shock appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's usually indifferent face.
"Your father?" Ma Hongjun was the first to cry out. "Third Brother, you're saying that person on the Sky Screen is... your father?"
"The Clear Sky Douluo!" Even Dai Mubai's voice