"The ancestor of Haotian, Tang Hao!" Wu Ling's face showed shock, then the next second, Wu Ling tilted his head and asked with a puzzled look, "Who is that?"
Seeing Wu Ling like this, Tang Hao said angrily, "As expected, have people of later generations forgotten me? Damn Sea God, damn Asura God!"
Wu Ling had initially appeared relaxed, gradually became serious and solemn after hearing Tang Hao mention " Sea God " and " Asura God ".
"Mr. Tang, do you have some kind of grudge against the Asura God?"
Tang Hao glared at Wu Ling with hatred in his eyes, but Wu Ling could sense that the hatred wasn't directed at him, but at the Asura God. "You know the Asura God? What's your relationship with him?"
Wu Ling smiled and explained, "To be honest, I have some grudges with the Asura God, or rather, the successor of the Asura God. That successor and I don't get along because of his family, so I crippled him."
At the same time, Wu Ling was also thinking to himself, "And that person is a member of your clan, the ancestor of Haotian. I wonder what you, who despises the Asura God, would think if you knew that several of your descendants had been involved with the Asura God?"
Tang Hao glanced at Wu Ling with some suspicion. To become the successor of the Asura God, his strength and talent must be top-notch. Defeating or even crippling that guy was something to be proud of. But judging from the young man's tone, it was as if he had done something insignificant.
However, upon further reflection, this young man was able to come here alone. Although he only had seven Spirit Ring, his strength was comparable to that of Titled Douluo. Defeating a successor of the Asura God was indeed nothing.
As for whether Wu Ling was lying, that was not within his consideration. It was enough that he didn't sense that aura he disliked from Wu Ling. Moreover, if what Wu Ling said was true, then in a sense, the two of them were still on the same side.
"Hmph, that Asura God is a petty person with a narrow Mind's Eye. You crippled his successor, so you'll probably have a hard time in the future... just like I did back then." As he said this, the hatred and anger in the old man's eyes almost materialized. Wu Ling believed that if he were given a Sharingan now, he might be able to awaken the Mangekyo directly.
More importantly, Wu Ling also sensed the aura of gossip within it.
Immediately, Wu Ling took out two exquisite stools from his Storage Ring, followed by a bag of melon seeds and a pot of old wine.
Wu Ling was seen squatting on a bench like a village auntie, cracking sunflower seeds in one hand and holding a small glass of wine in the other. "Come, come, you have a story, I have wine. You're willing to tell, and I'm willing to listen."
Tang Hao was stunned by Wu Ling's move. He couldn't believe that Wu Ling, who had just displayed genius, had suddenly turned into this.
After a moment of hesitation, he slowly tried to sit down. After taking a small sip of wine and eating a few melon seeds, his eyes lit up. In no time, the two of them had devoured a pot of wine and a bag of melon seeds.
Then, Wu Ling took out a bag of melon seeds and a pot of wine. This time, Tang Hao first took a small sip of wine slowly, and then, while cracking melon seeds, he recounted the events of that year.
"My name is Tang Hao. I am an orphan. My Martial Soul was originally just a dark, unremarkable scythe. After that... well, I went through a lot of things, but let's not talk about them. In the end, I died." As he spoke, a look of reminiscence gradually appeared on his face.
"I died, but I wasn't completely dead. In my dying moments, I felt—my soul!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Ling's expression became somewhat subtle. This was mainly because Tang Hao's experience reminded him of someone— the Gui Mei, whose Martial Soul Mutation and was resurrected after death.
The next second, Tang Hao continued speaking, and as Wu Ling had expected, his Martial Soul Mutation.
"My Martial Soul Mutation Martial Soul. It has transformed from a small scythe into a large, exquisitely crafted, jet-black scythe, and my aptitude has also rapidly improved."
Originally, I wanted to name my Martial Soul " Death God Scythe," but then I thought that might be too flashy, so I changed it to "Nine Nether Scythe."
"The ancestor of Haotian's Martial Soul was a scythe, but his descendants' Martial Soul became hammers. And then he hated the Asura God. Could it be that the Asura God cheated on him?" Thinking of this, even Wu Ling's eyes were filled with pity when he looked at him.
Tang Hao, a shrewd man who had lived for so many years, could not possibly fail to notice Wu Ling's gaze. His face immediately darkened. However, over the years, Wu Ling was the only living person he could converse with, and he needed Wu Ling to help him release his pent-up desire for communication. Therefore, after downing a glass of wine in one gulp, Tang Hao ignored Wu Ling's gaze and continued speaking...
"In short, a lot of things happened afterward, and when I looked back, I realized that I had become the number one in the world, and no one could catch my sickle."
And just then, those two people appeared.
The two people were a man and a woman. The man held a Golden Trident and came from the sea. The woman held a Blazing Sun Sword and came from a hidden family.
At that time, I was invincible in the world, and I encountered an evenly matched opponent again. The excitement I felt was absolutely indescribable.
In the time that followed, the three of us sparred with each other, and our friendship gradually grew stronger. However, due to our age difference, I wasn't even sure how much of that friendship was genuine. Since I always had a slight advantage in each battle, I became the eldest of the three.
Countless years have passed, and our strength has surpassed that of a level 99 Titled Douluo. We are only one step away from Self-Created Godhood. At that time, we even had a plan for godhood.
One of them decided to become the Sea God, and the other decided to become Angel God, while I am known as the Death God.
The three of us were originally First-Level God, but I saw hope for further advancement, because as I gradually became a god, I suddenly realized that even gods can die!
From that moment on, I had an idea: I not only wanted to become a god who controls the death of humans, but also a god who controls the death of gods!
Upon hearing such lofty ambitions, Wu Ling immediately chimed in, "Wow, that's amazing! But judging from your current state, you must have failed, and because of the Asura God, no less."
In an instant, Tang Hao crushed the melon seeds in his hand into powder. He gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "That's right, it was the Asura God and the Sea God. If it weren't for those two, how could I have ended up like this!"