Qian Renxue

Upon hearing Yu Xiaogang's analysis, the complexions of Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and the others nearby turned deathly pale in an instant.

"This... how are we supposed to fight this?"

Oscar's voice trembled, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"A ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo, plus an evolved Primordial Golden Crocodile Ancestor Spirit and a hundred-thousand-year torso bone—he's practically a monster!"

"There isn't a single person in our Heaven Dou Empire who could withstand even one of his blows, is there?"

Ma Hongjun shrank his neck, his high fighting spirit thoroughly doused by a bucket of ice-cold reality.

"I was originally planning to take the lead in the upcoming battles and make a great contribution."

"Now it seems... I'd better just stay in the back. If I were to run into that Golden Crocodile Douluo, I'm afraid I wouldn't even know how I died."

Ma Hongjun was clearly terrified by the extravagant rewards granted to Golden Crocodile Douluo.

In an instant, feelings of panic and unease spread rapidly among the Shrek members.

Watching the panicked crowd, Tang San, who sat to the side, furrowed his brows slightly.

He stood up slowly, a faint blue divine light radiating from his body, dispelling the surrounding clamor and fear.

"There is no need to panic."

Tang San looked at the crowd, a flash of disdain crossing his eyes.

"No matter how strong his spirit is or how high his cultivation, he is ultimately just a mortal, a mere Title Douluo."

"And I am a being on the verge of becoming a god."

"Beneath the gods, all are ants."

"No matter how strong a mortal is, in the presence of a god, they are nothing more than slightly sturdier dust."

"Once I inherit the Sea God's throne, a mere ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo will be suppressed by the flip of my hand."

Tang San's words were resonant and forceful, filled with absolute confidence in and longing for the power of a god.

Hearing Tang San speak in such a manner, the previously panicked Shrek members felt a sudden sense of relief and let out long sighs.

"That's right! How could we have forgotten that!"

Ma Hongjun slapped his thigh and laughed heartily, the gloom on his face instantly swept away.

"Third Brother is the Sea God's successor; he is destined to become a god!"

"With Third Brother here, what the hell are we afraid of regarding Golden Crocodile Douluo!"

Oscar also chuckled, his entire demeanor relaxing.

"Haha, exactly! So what if he's level ninety-nine? In front of a god, he's nothing more than a slightly larger joke!"

"Third Brother, the upcoming battles will all depend on you!"

A gentle breeze swept across the mountain ridge, carrying the fragrance of earth.

Tang Xiao, accompanied by Ah Yin, had already left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect without a sound.

At this moment, the two stood atop an extremely high mountain peak.

Looking out from here, the distant mountains and rivers were all in view, appearing incomparably small.

Ah Yin tilted her head slightly, looking at the massive golden list in the sky, her beautiful face filled with worry.

Her brows were tightly knitted together, and her eyes shimmered with an uneasy light.

"Spirit Hall... their strength is going to grow even greater."

Ah Yin's voice was soft, yet it carried a tremor.

The tragedy of the past remained an inescapable shadow in her heart.

The pursuit by Spirit Hall had forced her to sacrifice herself, separating her from her lover and severing her from her own flesh and blood.

Now, seeing that Spirit Hall's Second Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo, had not only made the list but also received such heaven-defying rewards, how could she not be worried?

A ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo, combined with the Primordial Golden Crocodile Ancestor Spirit and a hundred-thousand-year torso bone.

Such strength was nothing short of a destructive force on the current Douluo Continent.

Sensing the anxiety and panic in his mother's heart, Tang Xiao reached out and gently took hold of Ah Yin's still-ethereal palm.

His palm was warm, continuously transmitting a sense of reassuring strength.

"Mother, do not worry."

Tang Xiao looked at Ah Yin, his voice gentle yet filled with powerful confidence.

"With me here, no one in this world will ever be able to hurt you again."

"Whatever Spirit Hall, whatever Peerless Douluo—in my eyes, they are nothing but dust that can be wiped away with a single breath."

Hearing her son comfort her in such a way, Ah Yin felt a slight warmth in her heart.

Yet, she still could not set her mind at ease and sighed softly.

"Xiao'er, although you possess great strength, Spirit Hall has been passed down for ten thousand years and possesses a profound foundation."

"Furthermore, neither Bibi Dong nor Qian Daoliu are easy to deal with."

"If they were to discover your existence, they would surely view you as a thorn in their side, a splinter in their flesh, and would stop at nothing to eliminate you."

Ah Yin's eyes were filled with concern, terrified that her eldest son might repeat the same tragic mistakes of the past.

Upon hearing this, Tang Xiao merely offered a faint smile.

He turned his head to gaze at the distant horizon and spoke calmly:

"Mother, you are overthinking this."

"Besides, within Spirit Hall, there is my wife, Qian Renxue."

"I will not allow Spirit Hall to become our enemy, and they do not have the courage to do so."

Hearing these words, Ah Yin was struck as if by lightning, instantly frozen in place.

Her eyes widened slowly, filled with shock and panic.

"You... what did you say?"

"Qian Renxue?"

Ah Yin's voice rose an octave, her body trembling slightly from nervousness.

"Is she the daughter of Qian Xunji?"

Tang Xiao watched his mother's intense reaction and nodded gently.

"Yes, she is Qian Xunji's daughter, and also the current Young Mistress of Spirit Hall."

Receiving a definitive answer, Ah Yin's face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with vigilance and pain.

The primary culprit who had forced her to her death and compelled her to sacrifice herself back then was none other than Qian Xunji!

He was the enemy she hated most in her entire life!

Yet now, her own eldest son had actually taken the daughter of that enemy as his wife?

Ah Yin's emotions spiraled out of control; she grabbed Tang Xiao's arm and said urgently:

"Xiao'er! How could you be with her?"

"Humans cannot be trusted, especially those from Spirit Hall!"

"They are greedy, selfish, and cruel! For the sake of spirit rings and spirit bones, there is nothing they wouldn't do!"

"Have you forgotten how Qian Xunji treated me back then?"

"That Qian Renxue is his daughter, with his blood flowing through her veins; how could you marry her?"

Ah Yin's voice carried a sob, a manifestation of fear and hatred that ran deep into her marrow.

In her eyes, anyone from Spirit Hall approaching her son must have ulterior motives, seeking to seize his spirit rings and spirit bones.

Watching his mother's emotional outburst, Tang Xiao did not get angry.

He could understand the pain and trauma within Ah Yin's heart.

After all, the events of the past had caused her too much harm.

Tang Xiao reached out his other hand, gently patted the back of Ah Yin's hand, and explained patiently:

"Mother, please calm down and listen to me."

"Qian Renxue is not like Qian Xunji."

"She has been by my side since she was young; we have cultivated together and weathered storms together."

"Her heart is pure, and she is devoted to me, never having harbored any malicious intent."

"Moreover, when those events occurred, she had not even been born; that blood debt should not be laid upon her."