"Hmph, you little brat, always playing tricks. Your mouth sure is sharp."
Tang Hao snorted coldly, then swung his hammer at Wang Zhao again.
"Now that you know my identity, you can forget about leaving. Come hide somewhere with me for a few years."
"Your Martial Soul Hall Holy Son has been mysterious for so long anyway. I doubt you're in any hurry to show yourself to the world, right?"
"Will you surrender quietly, or should I knock you out and take you away? Think it over."
"...Heh."
As Wang Zhao dodged Tang Hao's massive hammer, he gave a cold laugh.
"You really think you've got me cornered?"
Wang Zhao only needed a moment's thought to guess Tang Hao's intentions.
Tang Hao had not revealed his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul earlier, and there was no one around now. As long as he knocked out and took away the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, no one would know that the Everyday Douluo who had been missing for years was responsible.
As for why Tang Hao wanted to kidnap him, Wang Zhao could easily figure that out as well. He now knew Tang Hao's identity and the terrifying talent he had displayed. Moreover, Tang Hao might have taken a fancy to his status and wanted to use him in some scheme against Martial Soul Hall.
This muscle-headed idiot had developed quite a few sinister thoughts now.
Wang Zhao thought to himself.
Perhaps it was because Tang Hao had done too many immoral things over the years, causing his style to gradually lose its former dominance?
But could someone like that truly wield a Martial Soul like the Clear Sky Hammer properly?
Just like Tang San in the original work, aside from mastering all sorts of techniques for using the Clear Sky