Tang San: "..."
Although Wang Zhao had phrased it tactfully, it was not hard for him to hear the meaning behind his words—
Could a Blue Silver Grass martial soul master who was good for nothing except being "stinky" really be the offspring of the legendary Tang Hao and the Blue Silver Emperor?
He did not look like it at all, okay?
At this, the newly awakened Tang San felt another surge of negative emotion rise in his heart. Though furious, faced with Wang Zhao, who was countless times stronger than him, he still forced himself to calm down.
Fortunately, taking into account the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son before him, he had been extremely cautious during the battle and had not, as he had when dealing with Zhao Wuji in his previous life, suddenly unleashed the Clear Sky Hammer to strike Zhao Wuji at the final moment.
Otherwise, with the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son's sharp senses, he might have exposed himself... Tang San comforted himself inwardly.
At that moment, Wang Zhao walked over to Tang San and lightly patted him on the shoulder.
Suddenly, relying on his formidable Spiritual Power, Wang Zhao keenly sensed that the instant he touched Tang San, he seemed to have been locked onto by a gaze. Though it had vanished in an instant, Wang Zhao did not overlook it.
Wang Zhao paused. As though he had suddenly thought of something, he quietly chuckled to himself, then withdrew his hand without showing any change in expression.
"Still, Tang San, although your martial soul talent isn't particularly outstanding, it is rather special. And the methods you displayed just now were quite interesting as well."
"They're merely some unorthodox tricks. Your Highness flatters me."
Tang San paused, then replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Are you interested