Xiao Wu: Third Brother, so the spirit ring and spirit bone you prepared for me were actually from my father?!

Ning Rongrong's reaction was the most intense.

Her small mouth hung open in an 'O' shape once again, but this time, her eyes held more than just shock; they were filled with a sense of disbelief and defeat.

The son of Clear Sky Douluo—this background alone was terrifying enough.

And now, to think he also possessed Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls?!

Coming from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had always prided herself on having talent and a background that no one could match.

Yet, in front of this seemingly unremarkable Tang San, everything she took pride in felt as if it had been crushed into dust in an instant!

What kind of monster... was this guy?

Amidst the varied gazes of the crowd, Tang San's face turned pale, then flushed.

He had only just been moved by his father's "deep affection" and "protection," yet in the blink of an eye, the Sky Screen had exposed this sordid truth.

He could clearly feel Xiao Wu's distance, the probing looks from Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others, and the complex gaze of Ning Rongrong.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been stripped bare, his father's hypocritical mask torn away and laid naked before everyone.

Across the continent, the massive uproar sparked by the stark contrast in Tang Hao's behavior had yet to subside.

The images on the Sky Screen shifted once more, firmly anchoring everyone's attention again.

[Two months later, under the guidance of Old Jack, Tang San set off on the road toward Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.]

In the image, Tang San carried a small pack, looking back at the dilapidated blacksmith shop every few steps, his eyes filled with reluctance.

Inside the shop, Tang Hao remained as drunk as a lord, indifferent to his son's departure, as if a tenant of no consequence had simply moved out.

However, as the perspective of the Sky Screen pulled back, people were horrified to discover a black figure trailing far behind the grandfather and grandson like a ghost. It was Tang Hao!

He had not come to see him off, but had chosen to follow in secret.

This scene left the audience, who had just been feeling contempt for him, stunned once more.

Could it be... that he still cared for his son?

But before this thought could even take root, it was completely shattered by the following scene.

When Tang San successfully entered Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, Tang Hao's figure hid in a large tree outside the academy, his expression cold, as if he were merely completing a task.

Just then, Tang Hao's pupils constricted violently!

His gaze was locked firmly onto a little girl in a pink dress who had just skipped through the academy gates!

It was Xiao Wu at the age of six!

The Sky Screen gave a close-up of Tang Hao's face.

On that weathered face, there was not a hint of the softness one might show toward a cute child; instead, it was the look of a miner who had just discovered a world-class vein—

It was naked, unmasked greed and ecstasy!

[Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

Another Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form!

A perfect soul ring!

A perfect soul bone!

An excellent supplement prepared for my son!]

A line of cold, golden text, accompanied by Tang Hao's inner monologue, floated across the Sky Screen!

"BOOM—!!!"

If the previous images had only caused Tang Hao's heroic image to collapse, then at this moment, his character had completely plunged into the abyss!

He was no hero; he wasn't even a qualified father!

He was a thorough, unscrupulous schemer who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals!

The images continued.

The Sky Screen clearly displayed Tang Hao's perspective.

He watched Xiao Wu enter Dorm Seven, watched her and his son Tang San "get to know each other through a fight," watched them spar, and finally, watched Xiao Wu become the big sister of the dormitory.

When he saw Xiao Wu eventually sleeping in the same bed as Tang San, becoming "roommates," the greed on Tang Hao's hidden face slowly receded, replaced by a satisfied, calculating sneer.

It was as if a hunter were watching with satisfaction as his most promising hound became inseparable "friends" with his fattest prey.

He didn't need to do anything; he only needed to wait quietly.

Wait for the prey to grow, wait for the day his hound needed power, and then, harvest them as a matter of course.

Shrek Academy assessment grounds.

"Ah—!"

Xiao Wu let out a short, terrified scream. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning; her entire body went cold, and a chill sweat instantly soaked her back.

She stared at the Sky Screen in terror, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

So... so from the age of six, she had already been targeted!

Not by Martial Soul Hall, but by the father of the Third Brother she trusted and relied on most!

That phrase, "excellent supplement," echoed frantically in her mind like the most vicious curse.

Every suspicion she had held before was confirmed in this moment, and the reality was far more cruel than she had ever imagined!

What chance encounter, what fate—it could all just be a meticulously planned scam!

Tang San was also completely stunned.

He stared blankly at the Sky Screen, then looked at the shivering Xiao Wu beside him in disbelief.

"No... impossible... Dad... how could he..."

Tang San could not connect the man on the Sky Screen, with his greedy eyes and cold heart, to the father in his memories—the one who, though decadent, would occasionally show warmth.

Yet the images on the Sky Screen were so real, and those inner monologues were irrefutable!

"Damn it!

This Tang Hao is simply not human!"

Oscar was so shocked he blurted out an angry curse.

"Is he raising livestock? Treating Xiao Wu as a soul ring prepared for Tang San?"

Dai Mubai's face turned livid, his fists clenching until they cracked.

Although he didn't consider himself a saint, this act of keeping a living person (in his eyes) as a "supplement" had crossed his bottom line.

His gaze toward Tang San became incredibly complex, filled with both sympathy and a hint of wariness.

Ning Rongrong was so frightened her face turned pale, and she subconsciously moved a little further away from Tang San.

She suddenly felt that the darkness and calculations hidden behind this seemingly gentle and harmless commoner boy were more terrifying than any noble she had ever met.

Zhu Zhuqing's cold eyes were filled with frost as she spat out two words:

"Beast."

The entire Douluo Continent was in an uproar at this moment.

"Heavens!

Is this the truth?

Clear Sky Douluo has been plotting against this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast from the very beginning!"

"Too terrifying!

Not only did he plot for his wife's resurrection, but he also reserved the next Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast soul ring for his son!"

"This isn't some world-shaking romance; this is clearly a world-shaking scam!"

High in a tree, Tang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura instantly wilting.

It was over!

Everything was over!

His greatest secret, his deepest scheme, had been laid bare to the world by the Sky Screen!

He had fallen from a respected, tragic hero to a despicable and shameless villain!

Silence reigned.

The entire Douluo Continent fell into an eerie, deathly stillness the moment the Sky Screen revealed this earth-shattering conspiracy.