The night was deep, moonlight pouring like liquid silver over the quiet houses and paths of Holy Soul Village.
The Ning Family Courtyard was likewise shrouded in tranquil moonlight, with only the occasional distant bark and the nearby chirping of insects breaking the silence of the night.
Yet beneath this seemingly peaceful night, an invisible, heart-palpitating pressure silently spread, enveloping the entire village.
At the dilapidated Blacksmith Shop at the village's edge.
Tang Hao, who had been sprawled on the cold floor, snoring like thunder in a drunken stupor,
suddenly snapped open his tightly shut eyes!
The usual murkiness and despondency in his gaze had vanished, replaced by the sharpness and vigilance of ten-thousand-year ice, like a sleeping lion abruptly awakened.
Just then, a faint ripple of energy carrying spatial fluctuations, like a stone cast into a still lake, had precisely stirred his senses as a Title Douluo, senses far beyond those of ordinary people!
This fluctuation... could not possibly have been caused by an ordinary Soul Master cultivating or using a soul skill!
It carried a trace of the essence of spatial laws. Though shallow, it was exceptionally pure, entirely different from the inheritances of Spirit Hall or the secret arts of major sects he knew!
Who is it?! Alarm bells rang in Tang Hao's mind. Could it be Spirit Hall's pursuers, using some new kind of detection Soul Tool? Or... some other reclusive old monster has set their sights on Xiao San?
Tang Hao's first thought was for the safety of his son, Tang San.
Tang San's Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power were talents one might encounter only once in ten thousand, but they were also an enormous hidden danger, enough to draw the covetous eyes of any force.
His powerful spiritual power spread like