"I wasn't calling your mom. I was calling you!"
Faced with Tang San's knowingly stupid question, Tainuo replied in a deep voice, his face perfectly serious.
Tang San's expression instantly darkened.
Fuck!
Tainuo, what did you mean by that? Were you insulting me, or were you insulting my mom?
You have chosen the Path to Death!
Cursing inwardly, Tang San could no longer maintain his superficial cordiality. Nor did he want to. With a dark face, he walked straight up to Tainuo.
Tainuo lowered his head slightly, looking down at Tang San, who was only about shoulder-height to him, yet whose build was no worse than his son's—or even his own.
At such a young age, he was already this "built"...
Was he really not a strength-type Soul Master?
A strange glint flashed through Tainuo's eyes.
Looking at Tang San's physique, he suddenly felt that it was not so hard to understand how his son had been defeated in a contest of strength by a Control Type Blue Silver Grass Soul Master.
"Are you here to stand up for Tailong? Planning to bully the young with your age?"
Tang San took the initiative to ask.
"Hmph! I don't care about any of that bullying-the-young nonsense. You bullied my son, so you have to pay the price!"
"Of course, you can be unwilling. You can be angry. Because you aren't strong enough. You're too young, too hot-blooded. When you're out in the world, background matters. Do you understand, kid..."
Tainuo spoke without restraint, a domineering smile curling across his lips.
Having been lectured for no reason, how could Tang San endure it? He immediately clenched his fists.
Young? Background?
You were talking about that with God King Tang, who was over tens of thousands of years old, whose current father was