His little niece's innate soul power surpassed her uncle Yu Xiaogang's the moment she awakened her martial souls

"..." Tang Hao fell silent.

This hammer was not the Clear Sky Hammer, yet it seemed connected to it by a thousand tangled threads. Clearly, it was a mutated hammer.

Could Ah Shuang's fur have been too sharp, making Little San's Clear Sky Hammer develop a pointed head?

Tang Hao's heart was filled with both joy and disappointment.

His son having twin martial souls was certainly a good thing, but his second martial soul was actually a hammer that looked like a bamboo shoot. This was absurd.

How did my second martial soul turn into this? Where's my Clear Sky Hammer!?

Tang San was falling apart inside, unable to accept what had become of his twin martial souls.

Although the shoot's tip looked deadly, Tang San felt that this martial soul's quality still fell short of a pure Clear Sky Hammer. It was a small hammer, something like a claw hammer, rather than a massive hammer like the Clear Sky Hammer. Its weight could not compare at all...

Father and son both sank into silence.

"Little San." A tangle of emotions swept across Tang Hao's face. Only after a long while did he finally speak. "Remember, in the future, you must use the hammer in your right hand to protect the pig behind you. Always."

Tang San's heart jolted, and he nodded.

Tang Hao said, "Little San, let me ask you. Do you want to become a soul master?"

Tang San nodded, his gaze resolute.

To go to Nuoding City and meet Xiao Wu, to become a God King once more, he first had to become a soul master. Otherwise, all of it would remain an empty dream.

Tang Hao sighed and returned to his room.

Over the next few days, Old Jack visited the smithy to persuade Tang San