When Tang San returned to kill, the entire Heaven Dou City trembled.
He had not come alone.
Tang Hao was by his side.
Xiao Wu had been brought back as well.
The remaining Clear Sky Sect Remnants followed far behind, all of them pale-faced.
They no longer dared to get too close.
Tang San was too terrifying now.
Blood-Colored Divine Patterns spread from the corners of his eyes down to his neck, and Divine Slaughter's Domain had nearly solidified into substance.
With every step he took, a faint layer of bloody frost formed over the ground.
Blue Silver Grass burst from beneath his feet, then turned blade-sharp within the blood-red killing intent.
The Clear Sky Hammer was even more impossibly heavy.
A layer of divine might that did not belong to a Soul Master already coiled around that massive black hammer.
Tang Hao looked at Tang San like this, his heart indescribably heavy.
His son had grown stronger.
So strong that even he, as his father, felt somewhat alarmed.
But Tang Hao felt little joy.
Because this strength did not seem to have been cultivated by Tang San himself.
It seemed more like something had forcibly stuffed power into his body.
Xiao Wu remained silent the entire way.
As she watched Tang San's back, she only found him more and more unfamiliar.
That was still her Third Brother.
Yet he did not seem like him anymore.
It was as if he had been enveloped by a blood-colored flame, burning brighter and brighter, yet colder and colder.
Xiao Wu said softly, "Third Brother, don't go."
Tang San's steps paused.
He did not turn around.
"Xiao Wu, I have to go."
Tears immediately welled up in Xiao Wu's eyes.
"But the way you are now..."
Tang San's voice tightened.
"The way I