The Father and Son Finally Meet

"Tang San! Let go of Little Ao, you're about to crush his arm!" Zhao Wuji had been guarding Tang San's side the whole time. Seeing that something was wrong with him, he immediately stepped forward to pull him away.

But Tang San ignored Zhao Wuji, turning back to shout at Oscar, "Little Ao, hurry! Give me Mushroom Sausages. No matter what, I have to find her."

"Little Ao! I absolutely forbid you from giving Tang San any Mushroom Sausages! Tang San, do you know where this is? Do you know what kind of existence the Titan Giant Ape is?" Zhao Wuji reached out, intending to give Tang San a couple of slaps to knock some sense into him.

Just as Zhao Wuji's hand was about to come down, Tang San's blood-red eyes stopped him cold. What kind of gaze was that? Cold and proud, allowing no defiance.

"Tang San! Don't take kindness for granted!" Zhao Wuji was furious as well. This Tang San only knew how to bring him trouble! He raised his hand again to strike.

"Teacher Zhao, I still call you Teacher Zhao, but don't forget whose son I am—and whether he might be watching from nearby right now." Tang San's voice was cold. After being a god for twenty thousand years and controlling the entire Douluo Continent, he was no longer the Tang San of the past.

"Little Ao, don't make me say it a second time," Tang San continued, addressing Oscar.

Oscar had not expected Tang San to dare speak to Zhao Wuji like that. Seeing that Teacher Zhao did not dare lay a hand on him, Tang San clearly had an extraordinary background.

His hands moved much faster. He produced ten whole Mushroom Sausages, thoroughly draining his soul power.

"Good brother, I'll remember this favor." Tang San took the Mushroom Sausages Oscar handed him and stuffed one into his mouth. Six illusory wings formed behind his back. The next instant, Tang San followed the trail left behind by the Titan Giant Ape.

He left behind a group of people with varying expressions.

Zhao Wuji's face was livid, yet he had been rebuked so completely that he could not say a word. Dai Mubai wanted to chase after him, but never managed to take that first step. Ma Hongjun was completely out of the loop, tending to the arm Oscar had injured when Tang San grabbed him.

Only Ning Rongrong frowned as she looked at everyone present, lost in thought. What exactly had Tang San meant? His father? Tang San's usual expenses were not high. He even had to earn money through blacksmithing.

Who exactly was his father? Someone who could make Zhao Wuji this afraid—yes, afraid. Others might not know, but she did. Zhao Wuji had once been hunted by Spirit Hall. Although the misunderstanding had later been cleared up, his reputation in the martial world was hardly good. Would such a ruthless man feel fear?

Meanwhile, Tang Hao, who had remained hidden in the shadows, became uncertain and suspicious.

Why would Little San say that? Does he know who I am? Did Yu Xiaogang tell him? Tang Hao's thoughts were in turmoil. He could only explain it by assuming Yu Xiaogang had told him. As for the abnormalities Tang San had displayed since childhood, he did not dare—and did not want—to think too deeply about them. So long as this son could give him hope of revenge, he was his son!

Only after using up all ten Mushroom Sausages did Tang San stop. The Titan Giant Ape's trail vanished here. There was no Zhu Zhuqing's corpse as he had imagined. What made Tang San even more uneasy were the splattered bloodstains on the ground. They were not human blood, but the blood of soul beasts.

That discovery alarmed Tang San. He carefully examined every trace. The largest footprints clearly belonged to the Titan Giant Ape, followed by Zhu Zhuqing's and Xiao Wu's—until a fourth set of footprints appeared abruptly! Footprints belonging to a youth!

"Huo Yuhao! You have earned your death!" Tang San roared at the sky.

Though the footprints were only the size of a youth's, Tang San instinctively knew they belonged to Huo Yuhao. It could only have been Huo Yuhao. He must have bewitched Zhu Zhuqing and made her cooperate with him, luring Xiao Wu away from his side. Thinking of the torment Xiao Wu might be suffering now, or even the possibility that she had died, Tang San's aura gradually became unstable. The Eight Spider Spears burst from his back uncontrollably, blue-golden divine radiance flashing across them as the phantom of the Sea God Eight Wings emerged.

Yet he maintained that aura for only a few breaths before coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Father, I need you." Tang San knelt on the ground, his voice nearly bloody with grief.

Tang Hao had been secretly watching every change in Tang San. Who exactly was this Huo Yuhao that Little San had mentioned? And what was that phantom of eight wings?

Hearing Tang San's despairing cry, Tang Hao paused, but he still stepped out.

"Little San, how are you? It's Father's fault for failing to protect you." Tang Hao wore a ragged robe that had been washed until it had faded white, making him look both bedraggled and despondent. Yet the way he supported Tang San truly made him look like an old father worried for his son.

"I'm fine. Xiao Wu is the one in danger. Father, first see whether Xiao Wu is still in the Star Dou Great Forest. No, Xiao Wu's target is too small. Help me find where the Titan Giant Ape and the Azure Bull Python are instead," Tang San cried urgently.

Hearing Tang San's words, Tang Hao's heart skipped a beat. Little San seemed to know something. No, it seemed he knew far too much!

"Alright, don't get worked up. I'll take you to look." As he spoke, Tang Hao picked up his son and flew toward the central region of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Carried by Tang Hao, Tang San fully activated his Purple Demon Eyes and searched everywhere for anything suspicious. Yet even when they could see the Lake of Life from afar, they found nothing. Tang San's heart sank completely.

"That's enough, Father," Tang San said with his head lowered.

Tang Hao was under immense pressure as well. His strength was already among the greatest in the world, yet even approaching the Lake of Life gave him the sensation of nearing death.

Hearing Tang San's words, Tang Hao immediately took his son back, returning to the place where father and son had just met.

"Little San, you..." Tang Hao looked at Tang San's bowed head, his heart full of questions, but for a moment he did not know where to begin.

"Father, I know you have many questions. Now, I'll explain them to you one by one." Tang San had long prepared what he would say in response to Tang Hao's questions. Huo Yuhao had been hiding in the shadows and using underhanded tricks. For now, the only trump card he could use was his father. He had to grow stronger as quickly as possible.

"Father, do you know about divine inheritance?" Tang San asked Tang Hao solemnly.

"Divine inheritance?!" Tang Hao nodded.

Of course he knew about divine inheritance. His grandfather, Tang Chen, had disappeared precisely because he had pursued a divine inheritance. If Tang Chen had still been around back then, the Clear Sky Sect would never have fallen into its current state. So what if Ah Yin had been a hundred-thousand-year soul beast? With a peerless Rank 99 Douluo present, what was Spirit Hall?

"Some time ago, I obtained the Sea God's divine inheritance."

"The Sea God?" Tang Hao cried out in surprise. He knew of the Sea God. On Sea God Island, there was even a Sea God High Priest titled Sea God.

"Yes. The current generation of sea soul masters is not particularly gifted. When the Sea God inspected the mortal realm, he saw me and chose me as his successor." Tang San spoke as though to himself, while the mark of a Sea God Trident appeared on his forehead.