If the elders learned that he had killed his own great-grandfather, he did not know how they would treat him and his father.
Moreover, the person his father, Tang Hao, had admired most in his life was Tang Chen.
Tang San did not dare imagine how Tang Hao would punish him if he learned the truth.
"I don't want the elders to be heartbroken. Great-Grandfather has been missing for so many years already. Let them continue holding on to a beautiful hope in their hearts," Tang San said softly.
Dai Mubai and the others nodded.
"Little San, we understand. Don't worry."
Early in the morning, thunder rumbled through a stretch of barren mountains far from Spirit City.
Bibi Dong watched Jiang Chen, bathed in lightning, feeling quite at ease.
Some things became easier to face calmly after one had been nervous about them a few times.
Her confidence in Jiang Chen had now swelled to an incredible degree.
She understood that no matter how terrifying this Heavenly Tribulation was, it would not take Jiang Chen's life.
That kid's life was tough as nails.
Jiang Chen's Heavenly Tribulation this time differed from the previous ones again.
Aside from thunderbolts of various colors, countless phantom forms of terrifying spirit beasts appeared above the Tribulation Cloud.
Every phantom radiated an aura capable of making Titled Douluo tremble.
In short, the Heavenly Tribulation had grown even more powerful for Jiang Chen.
Although he had gained a powerful soul skill to resist the Heavenly Tribulation—his ninth soul skill—he did not use it.
It would remain his trump card, perhaps producing miraculous results in the future.
His Zombie cultivation had already reached a bottleneck. Under the bombardment of the Heavenly Tribulation, that bottleneck gradually loosened as he began advancing toward level nine.
Once his Zombie cultivation