Facing Tang Hao's explanation, Tang San felt deeply disappointed. His father might be a Titled Douluo, but he was nowhere near as powerful as Tang San had imagined.
He was supposed to be the youngest Titled Douluo, yet after all these years, his strength was only so-so. Tang San was very dissatisfied.
Tang Hao: "..."
What did he mean, only so-so?
He was still incredibly powerful. Even if a level-ninety-five Douluo were here, he could still fight them.
Only Xiao Changfeng—the Xiao Changfeng from the parallel world—was absurdly powerful, far beyond him.
Tang San was just as speechless. That Live Broadcast Room was unbelievable, always broadcasting his innermost thoughts. It was so embarrassing.
How was he supposed to face Tang Hao after this?
"666! He actually thinks his own father is useless. And his father's the Clear Sky Douluo, no less."
"Yeah, but he's your biological father! There's no question about his strength. Don't you dare doubt him."
The Soul Saint Brothers teased Tang San again.
Their words made Tang San's face turn bright red. Blushing, he tried to explain himself.
"Defamation! This is blatant defamation! You have to believe me. I'm absolutely not that kind of person. I've always treated my father with the utmost respect."
He realized he really was a good person.
The Live Broadcast Room paid Tang San no mind. The broadcast had to go on.
[Though Tang San was disappointed in Tang Hao, he knew how strong his father was. An idea suddenly occurred to him: if he could turn Tang Hao into an Evil Soul Master, he would surely improve much faster.]
[As long as they could reach the peak as soon as possible, even Xiao Changfeng would be easy for Tang Hao to deal with. He needed an ally.]
Everyone looked at Tang