Lu Xiao turned his head and looked helplessly at Xiao Wu beside him.
Xiao Wu blinked her pink eyes as well and gave a slight shrug, her gaze filled with both exasperation and amusement.
Why were this father and son exactly alike?
The two exchanged a silent glance, understanding each other without a word.
Fine, then.
Since the trouble could not be driven away, they might as well settle it once and for all.
Lu Xiao gently squeezed Xiao Wu's soft little hand, then looked at the bedraggled Tai Nuo and his son. He spoke indifferently, "Call your father—Titan of the Strength Clan—over here!"
After saying that, Lu Xiao took Xiao Wu's hand and walked over to sit on an intact stone step by the roadside.
The surrounding crowd erupted in uproar.
Titan was an eighty-sixth-level assault-type battle Soul Douluo, a pure strength-type Soul Master. He had quite a reputation in Heaven Dou City and was respectfully known as the "Hercules"!
Tai Nuo, sprawled in Tai Long's arms, froze. Even the searing pain in his chest seemed to dull for a moment.
Humiliated and enraged, Tai Nuo gritted his teeth and roared at Tai Long, "What are you standing around for?! Go get my father, now!"
"Yes, Father!"
Tai Long did not dare delay. He turned and sprinted frantically toward the Strength Clan's residence.
Less than half an hour later, a series of heavy footsteps sounded in the distance.
The crowd instinctively looked toward the sound and saw Tai Long, who had just run off in a frenzy, carefully leading the way beside a burly figure striding over.
The old man had graying hair and beard, his short hair standing upright like steel needles. His build looked similar to Tai Nuo's, but his eyes were far more profound. Simply standing