The night wind was bitter and fierce, cutting across the wilderness like a blade.
Tang San stood rooted to the spot, his chest heaving violently, his breathing as heavy as pumping bellows.
Tang Hao's words had been an exceedingly sharp sword, mercilessly piercing the last shred of wishful hope in his heart.
His father was right.
In the end, it all came down to strength.
Without strength, everything was empty talk!
Even if he threw caution to the wind and ran to the Star Dou Great Forest to bring Xiao Wu back now, what would that accomplish?
Once Spirit Hall's pursuit squads arrived, or a hundred-thousand-year soul beast attacked, what could he use to stop them?
His life?
Even throwing his life away would not keep the person he loved safe!
Hidden weapons?
Tang San clenched his teeth, his fists tightening until his knuckles cracked.
The Godly Zhuge Crossbow was certainly powerful, and the Flying God Claw was ingenious enough.
Even the peerless hidden weapons ranked in the top ten had repeatedly worked wonders in his previous battles.
But those battles had been against weaker opponents, or opponents of the same rank.
Before truly peerless powerhouses, beneath the mountain-toppling, sea-overturning pressure of a Titled Douluo, these hidden weapons could not even pierce their protective qi.
He had no way to manufacture higher-tier hidden weapons at present.
His mastery of the Mysterious Heaven Skill could not support the use of powerful technique-based hidden weapons, either.
For now, his hidden weapons were ultimately water without a source.
If he wanted to protect Xiao Wu and hold his destiny firmly in his own hands, these external tools were nowhere near enough.
He needed absolute power.
Absolute, crushing force that could suppress every enemy!
"Dad!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, a frightening madness and