Da Ming's movements abruptly halted at those words.
Its immense spiritual power instantly spread out, carefully sweeping over Tang San's fifth soul ring.
It could clearly sense that Xiao Wu's complete soul imprint still remained within that Hundred-Thousand-Year soul ring. There was not the slightest trace of resentment or viciousness from being forcibly hunted—only gentle, absolute attachment. This was indeed the soul mark left behind only when a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast willingly chose Sacrifice.
Da Ming and Er Ming exchanged a glance. The killing intent in their eyes receded slightly, but they still remained deeply wary.
They had lived for nearly a hundred thousand years and had seen far too much human hypocrisy and deceit. They would never completely lower their guard over a few words.
Er Ming let out a deep, muffled growl, still unwilling to relax his vigilance. "Even if you didn't kill her, you forced her into it! If you hadn't been so useless, if you had been able to protect Sister Xiao Wu, why would she have had to take the path of Sacrifice?! You had a Limit Douluo with you, yet you still couldn't protect your own lover. And now you have the nerve to come to the Star Dou Forest and mention her name?"
Those words were like a sharp blade, striking precisely at the sore spot of what was only natural.
Tang San's fists instantly clenched, his nails digging deeply into his palms. A perfectly timed trace of grief and hatred rose in his eyes, and even his voice carried a slight choke. "You're right. I was useless. I failed to protect Xiao Wu, and that was why she chose Sacrifice to save me."
"It was Li Pu of Spirit Hall. He destroyed my clan, crippled my father, and set killing traps along