The Seventh Elder's Terrible Attitude, Tang San Called a Bastard?

Tang San obediently called out again, respectfully.

"Uncle."

Watching the scene before him, a warm current surged through Tang Hao's long-silent heart.

He stepped forward and placed his only remaining left hand on Tang San's shoulder. An indescribable pride brought a little life back to his ashen face.

"Big Brother, Little San..."

Tang Hao paused, straightened his crippled back, and spoke in an almost boastful tone.

"He has Twin Martial Souls!"

What?!

Tang Xiao felt as though he had been struck by lightning.

"Brother Hao! Is that true?!"

Tang Xiao's breathing grew heavy. His tiger-like eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Tang San, as though he were looking at an unparalleled treasure.

"Little San really has Twin Martial Souls?!"

Tang Hao nodded heavily.

This was his only source of pride now.

Having received confirmation, Tang Xiao could no longer contain himself. He threw back his head and burst into wild laughter.

"HAHAHAHA!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

As he looked at Tang San, his ecstatic expression was even more excited than when he had broken through to become a Title Douluo.

Twin Martial Souls!

Their Clear Sky Sect was about to produce another peerless genius who would shake the ages!

The sect's revival was finally within reach!

"Come! Return to the sect with your uncle!"

Tang Xiao's face flushed red with excitement as he grabbed Tang San's hand and prepared to head up the mountain.

However, he had only just turned around.

Several elderly yet vigorous figures slowly descended from the end of the mountain path.

Every one of them wore a grim expression. Their combined gazes carried tangible pressure, making even the surrounding air feel heavy.

The wild joy on Tang Xiao's face instantly cooled.

"Elders."

He released Tang San's hand, stepped forward, and positioned himself in front of Tang