Ice and Fire Golden Body

"Since my blood has this effect, Dong'er, come here."

Xiao Wu bit the tip of her tongue, closed her eyes shyly, and parted her lips slightly.

Wang Dong'er: ???

No, man.

That couldn't be right.

Tang Hao had originally planned to attack at once, take Xiao Wu away, and kill Wang Dong'er.

But seeing this scene, he suddenly decided he wanted to slowly torture Wang Dong'er and Xiao Wu instead.

There was definitely something wrong with their relationship.

The transformed little rabbit had chosen a girl instead of his son. Was Tang Hao's son really that bad?

Just as Wang Dong'er stood there at a loss, an irresistible pressure crashed down on her.

The pressure was terrifying for only an instant. To keep the two of them from being crushed to death, it immediately dropped to the level of a Soul King.

After undergoing the Ice and Fire Golden Body, Wang Dong'er had a powerful physique. The pressure of a Soul King felt like a boulder on her back, but otherwise had no effect.

Tang Hao had still made his move...

Xiao Wu was horrified. She couldn't move at all, and even turning her eyes to look at Wang Dong'er was out of the question. As she struggled desperately against the pressure, a hoarse shout exploded in her spiritual sea.

Waves surged across the calm sea. The backlash from the mental force made her give a muffled groan before she lost consciousness.

"Sister Xiao Wu!"

Wang Dong'er caught Xiao Wu as she fell, her heart already filled with anger.

She suddenly sensed the pressure on her growing stronger. To keep from accidentally hurting Xiao Wu, she could only gently push her aside.

"I didn't expect you to break through and reach Soul Elder rank thirty-six so quickly. Even the pressure of a Soul King has no effect on you. Truly astonishing."

The voice came from all around them, yet seemed to sound right beside their ears.

It was hoarse beyond measure, bearing the weight of a lifetime.

A tall man in a black robe slowly emerged from deep within the bamboo grove. Everywhere he passed, his killing intent froze all things in its path.

"Who... are... you?"

Wang Dong'er struggled to speak under the pressure. The Soul Power pressure of a rank-sixty-five expert left her unable to move at all.

Sweat poured from her body, only to be frozen by that frigid killing intent. A layer of frost quickly formed over her skin.

Though the killing intent's chill was no match for the ice-type energy of the Yin-Yang Well, killing intent could not be resisted. Only killing intent could overpower killing intent.

Stirred by the killing intent, Wang Dong'er trembled all over.

She summoned her Martial Soul Possession and resisted with all her might, barely managing to straighten her back.

Three rings, all ten-thousand-year?

Seeing that Soul Ring Configuration, Tang Hao abruptly froze the Soul Power pressure he was releasing.

Soul Rings matched to their attributes grew more powerful with age. This was a theory known throughout the Soul Master world.

In other words, the little Soul Elder before him already had the strength to rival a Soul King.

Three ten-thousand-year rings! As a Titled Douluo who had ranged freely across the continent, Tang Hao understood all too well what such a Soul Ring Configuration meant.

If Wang Dong'er continued to develop normally, she would absolutely be capable of hunting a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and gaining a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone.

Tang Hao calmed himself, then raised a hand to remove his hood, revealing an ordinary, weather-beaten, dark-skinned face.

"Want to die with your eyes open? Simple. Tell me the secret of your third Soul Ring."

"Heh. Ptui!"

Wang Dong'er sneered and spat at Tang Hao with all her strength. It did no damage, but the insult was immense—especially to a Titled Douluo.

"I don't even have to guess. You're the missing blacksmith father Tang San talked about."

"We fell out with Tang San, and then you showed up. Xiao Wu and I haven't offended anyone. The only people who'd stand up for Tang San are you, his vanished blacksmith father, and Yu Xiaogang."

"Do you think you're clever?"

Tang Hao snorted, his eyes narrowing slightly. The pressure bearing down on Wang Dong'er surged to the level of a Soul King.

Wang Dong'er struggled to hold on, as though a mountain had been pressed onto her... But wasn't this also a way to train her stamina, endurance, and body?

"Whether I'm clever isn't for you to say."

"I don't just know you're Tang San's father. I also know you're the one who ambushed the former Spirit Hall Pope and failed to report it to your sect afterward, leaving the Clear Sky Sect and its four affiliated clans with heavy casualties. Then you hid away like a coward. You're Tang Hao."

"Oh, and the funniest part is that Tang Zhen, the Clear Sky Sect's leader at the time, was literally angered to death by you, his unfilial son."

"Clear Sky Douluo really lives up to his name. With a little effort, you can anger a Titled Douluo to death! You're sure to go down in history!"

Wang Dong'er didn't hold back her praise. She absolutely adored Tang Hao!

Tang Hao was just as stirred. He couldn't refute a word Wang Dong'er said, so he could only take it—and answer with his ever-thickening killing intent and steadily mounting pressure!

But he wanted to learn the secret of Wang Dong'er's three rings. He couldn't crush her to death just to vent his anger, so he had to lower the pressure he'd raised...

"I mean, you really are an idiot. If you became a blacksmith, why didn't you change your name?"

"Let me pick one for you. Tang Tieniu."

"You're not much to look at, but you're solidly built, like an ox."

"If you don't like Tieniu, you could go with... Tang Jieshi. Sounds just like the name of a plain, ordinary blacksmith..."

Wang Dong'er kept chattering away. With the Sea God's Divine Sense protecting her, she could no longer feel any pressure.

Tang Hao's face gradually turned ashen, his breathing growing heavy. Just as Wang Dong'er had said, he sounded like a massive old ox.

"You've got quite a mouth on you. I'll pull out your tongue in a moment."

"If you keep talking and refuse to tell me the secret of your third Soul Ring, I'll start with the person you care about."

Tang Hao stirred his thoughts, and Soul Power wrapped around Xiao Wu, bringing her to his side.

He was getting a headache.

When faced with an enemy completely stronger than themselves, normal people begged for mercy and accepted their fate. But Wang Dong'er? She was clearly the kind who didn't fear death.

"I'm sorry, Senior. I was wrong. Whatever you want, do it to me. Don't hurt Sister Xiao Wu."

Wang Dong'er's expression was earnest.

She couldn't be bothered to make threats. They'd only make Tang Hao laugh, and wouldn't accomplish anything. Better to act.

This was the attitude an ant ought to have.

Tang Hao's tightly furrowed brows relaxed. He couldn't help asking, curious, "How does a little girl like you know what happened back then?"

"It's simple. I'm a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, too."

As soon as she said that, Tang Hao felt insulted all over again.

He was about to lose his temper and hurt Xiao Wu to make Wang Dong'er feel fear, when he saw Wang Dong'er dispel her Martial Soul Possession. She raised her right hand and grasped at empty air.

As if pulling some enormous object, she slowly drew back her right hand. Before long, she had pulled out the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul he knew better than anything—the one exactly like his own—holding it in one hand.