Eight Rings Emerge, My Dad is Actually a Soul Douluo?!
Tang San dashed out of the dormitory like a gust of wind.
He had only one thought in his mind.
Dad!
Dad's here!
Six years!
He can finally see his father again!
The man who gave him life and a childhood that, though poor, was happy!
Tang San ran wildly all the way to the empty square of the Shrek Academy.
He saw it from afar.
A tall, familiar, yet incredibly lonely and forlorn figure stood quietly in the center of the square.
That's right!
That's him!
Tang San's tears instantly blurred his vision.
He choked back tears, and with all his might, he called out the name he had silently repeated countless times in his heart to that retreating figure.
"Dad--!"
Upon hearing the call, the figure stiffly and slowly turned around.
The ecstatic joy on Tang San's face froze the moment he saw the other person's appearance.
This...
Is this his father?
Where has that blacksmith I remember, who, though always drinking and unkempt, was still quite healthy?
The man in front of me.
His complexion was sallow, like gold paper; his lips were cracked and peeling; his eyes were sunken; and he was so thin that he looked unrecognizable.
Those eyes, which once held a glimmer of light despite their murky state, were now nothing but a lifeless, ashen gray.
He looked like a living dead who had just crawled out of his grave and was about to fall apart at any moment!
How so?
What exactly did Dad go through in those six years?
Tang San's mind went blank, and he subconsciously moved his gaze downwards.
Then.
He saw it.
Below Tang Hao's right shoulder, there was nothing.
The empty sleeve, in the cold evening wind, thumped weakly against his broken body, again and again.
Where are your hands?
Where are Daddy's hands?!
Tang San felt dizzy and the whole world was collapsing before his eyes.
The joy and anticipation that filled them just a moment ago were crushed by an invisible hand in an instant, turning into endless coldness and panic.
He rushed to Tang Hao like a madman and grabbed his only remaining left arm.
"Dad!"
"Your hands! Where are your hands?!"
Tang San's snot and tears were mixed together, and his voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
"Who did this?! Tell me! Who did this to you?!"
Looking at his son, who was heartbroken for him, Tang Hao finally felt a faint ripple of relief in his lifeless eyes.
As expected of... my son, Tang Hao.
He tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to force a smile, but it looked worse than crying.
He shook his head, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.
"Tang San, this matter... you shouldn't get involved."
How can we ignore this?!
This is his father!
She was his only blood relative in this world!
"Dad!"
Tang San's voice was shrill. He gripped Tang Hao's only remaining left arm, his whole body trembling, tears streaming down his face like broken beads from his red eyes.
"Who is it?! Tell me!"
"Is he an enemy? Who is he?! Tell me his name!"
Tang San's fingernails were almost embedded in Tang Hao's only remaining arm, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily.
"Dad! Say something!"
Who is it?!
Seeing his son's almost frantic state, Tang Hao's lips moved, his eyes filled with struggle.
Explain?
How so?
He claims that a young man who owns a restaurant had his Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring stolen like a dog being whipped in front of all his enemies?
He said he wanted to hug his wife, but she kicked him in the face and thought he was dirty?
He claims he was ultimately knocked unconscious by a stupid Douluo and thrown out of the restaurant like a dead dog?
He said he couldn't say it.
He would rather keep that deep-seated shame to himself than reveal it to his son again.
But looking into her son's bloodshot eyes, filled with resentment and anger...
That hatred needed an outlet.
His hatred also needed an outlet.
All the humiliation, all the resentment, all the bitterness, all the bitterness, at this moment, all converged into one name.
A perfect, self-evident name that could bear all his hatred.
Tang Hao's jaw clenched so tightly it made a grinding sound.
He practically forced those three words out from between his teeth.
"Martial... hun... dian!"
Spirit Hall!
The string of reason in Tang San's mind snapped on the spot.
"Spirit Hall!!!"
He let out a beastly roar and turned to charge out!
Suotuo City has Spirit Hall Branch!
He's going to kill them!
He wanted to make everyone in the Spirit Hall pay with their lives for his father!
However, he had only taken one step.
A large, iron-like hand gripped his shoulder tightly.
"Are you going to your death?!"
Tang Hao's voice carried a hint of rage.
"Let me go!"
With red eyes, Tang San struggled desperately, pushing his Mysterious Heaven Skill to its limit.
He felt like he was using all his strength, but the hand on his shoulder didn't budge an inch!
That hand, like an unshakeable mountain, pinned him firmly to the spot!
At this moment, Tang San was blinded by rage.
He didn't even consider why, as a Soul Elder of over level 30, he couldn't break free from the hand of a crippled "cripple" despite his best efforts.
"Let go! Let go of me!"
Seeing his son's reckless behavior, Tang Hao's rage finally turned into a long, weary, and helpless sigh.
The next second.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure, as heavy as a mountain, erupted from Tang Hao's center!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!
Eight Soul Ring! They rose up from beneath his feet without warning!
The violent Soul Power stirred up clouds of dust, sweeping across the entire square with overwhelming force!
Tang San's struggles stopped instantly.
He froze on the spot, struggling to breathe under the immense, divine pressure.
He stared blankly, then slowly turned his head.
Looking at the man standing amidst the smoke and dust, surrounded by eight Soul Rings, he resembled a demon god descended to earth.
Was that man his father, his unkempt, slovenly blacksmith father, who was an alcoholic all day long?
The dust settled slowly.
The madness and rage on Tang San's face had long since vanished.
He stared blankly at his father, mouth agape.
His father, whom he thought was just an ordinary blacksmith.
For a long time.
Only then, in a trembling voice, almost like a dream, did he ask the question that had overturned his entire worldview.
"Dad..."
"You... are Soul Douluo?"
Tang Hao looked down at his son, whose face was streaked with tears but whose eyes were filled with shock and fervor.
He did not answer.
A complex emotion flickered in those deathly gray eyes.
There was relief and pride, but more than anything, there was unspeakable humiliation and bitterness.
Soul Douluo?
Yes.
Right now, I'm practically a Soul Douluo.
A crippled Soul Douluo who has just fallen from the Title Douluo realm and can't even collect nine Soul Rings.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the square, in the shadow of a dilapidated school building.
Two figures were clinging desperately to the corner of the wall, forgetting even to breathe.
"Holy shit!"