"Ahhh—"
"Damn it! Damn it! Tang San, how dare you, you wretch?!"
Watching his younger son turn to ashes before his very eyes, Tang Hao's eyes reddened, and his chest heaved violently.
His crippled body, having lost its Martial Soul, could not withstand such fury at all. His chest churned violently, and blood surged up his throat.
"Tang Hao, you old bastard, evil will always be repaid in the end."
Tang San looked at the old bastard on the verge of collapse, the smile on his lips growing wider.
"Let me tell you one more thing.
I have now changed my name to Jiang Chuan. As for the name 'Tang San,' it was merely something I used to commemorate the past.
Back in Holy Soul Village, you old fool must have noticed long ago that something was wrong, hadn't you?"
Now that the Tang Sect had become the rightful hegemon of the Douluo Continent, he no longer needed to hide his origins.
At those words, Tang Hao's mind roared.
He suddenly recalled how, back in Holy Soul Village, before this so-called son had even awakened his Martial Soul, he had often run alone to the back mountain to meditate and cultivate.
At the time, Tang Hao had merely assumed it was the precociousness brought about by the half of Soul Beast bloodline in the child's body.
But now, the truth was this absurd. His years of self-deception and avoidance had made him nothing but a complete clown!
Seeing Tang Hao's old face flush purple-red as his composure shattered, Tang San sighed softly and put on a sorrowful expression.
"Oh, right, Tang Hao, you old bastard. There's another piece of good news I forgot to tell you."
"My loving mother, Ah Yin, has now been completely resurrected.
At this very moment,