Let Me Beat Up My Son? Seriously?

Tang San's expression was conflicted, though it was not because of Shrek Academy. He had not been with Shrek for long, and his feelings for it were not particularly deep.

They had merely gotten acquainted.

What he could not bear to leave was Xiao Wu. From Notting Academy until now, the two had not been apart for six years. Now that he was following En Zuo to Monster Academy, who knew what year or month he would be able to return?

Tang San could sense that Zhao Wuji had already unleashed his Martial Soul True Body and would soon break free. He did not have much time left.

"Xiao Wu, if you meet my father, please tell him I'm sorry. Little San will definitely come back to care for him in his old age and see him through to the end."

From behind him, Xiao Wu clung tightly to Tang San, burying her head against his arm as a tear spilled from the corner of her eye. "Brother... don't leave me. Don't go!"

"Please don't go, okay? We won't be Soul Masters anymore. We won't stay at Shrek Academy or go to Monster Academy. We'll spend the rest of our lives in the Star Dou Great Forest."

What Xiao Wu regretted most was letting her aura leak out in the Star Dou Great Forest, causing Er Ming to suddenly come and take her away. She did not even know what agreement En Zuo and Tang San had reached.

Yet all of Tang San's strange behavior seemed, faintly but unmistakably, to point in one direction.

At her.

Tang San was more torn than ever. Did he want to leave? No. He did not want to leave at all.

But the future En Zuo had described...

There was no place for Xiao Wu by his side.

That made it utterly meaningless.

He had to find a way to let Xiao Wu live, to let her live forever. So they would never have to be apart.

Tang San pulled Xiao Wu's hands away. Looking at her reddened eyes, he wiped the tears from their corners. Even though his heart was in agony, he still spoke softly. "Be good, Xiao Wu. Brother will be back soon. Trust me."

"Little San..."

Dai Mubai approached him. Tang San had expected him to say something about being disappointed, but Dai Mubai merely forced a smile. "If this is your choice, then I sincerely wish you well. Have a safe journey."

"Boss Dai... perhaps I'll never forget you all..."

"Farewell... Shrek..."

Tang San forcefully pushed Xiao Wu away. Even though his heart felt as though it were being carved apart, he endured the pain and rushed resolutely into Narak Space.

He did not dare stop, nor did he dare look back.

He was afraid that if he stopped, he would never be able to move again.

Xiao Wu tried to rush into Narak Space after Tang San, but Dai Mubai held her back tightly. She could only watch helplessly as the doorway slowly sealed shut.

"Let me go! I'm going to find Third Brother."

Though Dai Mubai felt regretful, he saw things clearly. Parting was unavoidable for everyone. In his eyes, Little San was merely a rather important passerby in Xiao Wu's life. Perhaps after another year... she would forget him...

"Xiao Wu, calm down. Little San has already left Shrek... Respect his choice."

The moment Tang San leaped through the doorway, he was deeply shaken by the sight before him, just as Huo Yuhao had been. Before this, he had been unable to imagine why En Zuo could predict his future so accurately.

But now, he understood.

This was the convergence point of all parallel time and space. Through this bizarre space, one could travel to any parallel world.

"So... that's how it is..."

"Shrek actually prospered for nearly ten thousand years..."

Tang San was captivated by scene after scene before his eyes. He saw his bond with Shrek, saw the happy times he had shared with Xiao Wu... and he also saw...

Xiao Wu being hunted by Spirit Hall because of her identity as a soul beast, forcing her to sacrifice herself. He also saw Da Ming and Er Ming as En Zuo had described.

He even saw his mother—Ah Yin, the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Grass.

And he saw the Clear Sky Douluo—Tang Hao.

He also saw Xiao Wu in the Divine Realm, forcibly absorbing into Tang Wulin the destructive power injected into him by the Golden Dragon King. After sending her child away, she became ill from pent-up grief, her life slowly burning out until she ultimately died of illness.

Even though Tang San had then become both the Sea God and the Asura God, he was powerless to save her. In the end, he followed Xiao Wu in death, dying for love.

"Golden Dragon King, I will kill you." Tang San's eyes were bloodshot as he panted heavily.

En Zuo chuckled. "Don't be so impulsive. None of this has happened yet. There is still room to turn things around."

"As long as you help Monster Academy defeat Shrek and win the championship in the All-Continent Youth Advanced Elite Tournament four years from now."

A strand of Nightmare Power curled around En Zuo's finger as he tempted him. "I can guarantee that the Xiao Wu in your time and space will not be affected by the Golden Dragon King. I can even use Nightmare Power to forcibly extend her life, granting her immortality—free of sickness and disaster. Your family can remain happily together forever."

"All I need is for you to win this tournament. Beyond that, I ask for nothing." En Zuo continued lowering his demands, determined to keep Tang San in the Dragon King Era.

What En Zuo valued most in keeping Tang San was not his potential to become a god. The true key was the master of the plane... Tang Hao!

Although the Douluo Continent imposed strict restrictions on beings above the level of gods taking action, anyone familiar with Tang the Buddha knew that, with a few tricks, such restrictions could actually be bypassed.

When Soul Masters who did not belong to this era appeared in En Zuo's team, others might not recognize them, but Tang Hao certainly would.

That Clear Sky Hammer hanging over his head.

How could that possibly put anyone at ease?

But as long as Tang San was in En Zuo's team, things would be entirely different. Everyone knew that Tang San had left behind countless safeguards to ensure his son could grow up safely.

Tang Wulin carried the divine consciousness Tang San had left behind. The Tang San in En Zuo's team was an even more convincing safeguard than divine consciousness.

The Tang San of this parallel time and space and the Tang San of the Divine Realm shared the same origin. Even Tang Hao would have no way of telling whether this was truly one of Tang San's safeguards.

"En Zuo, a Shrek student whom even someone with your power fears." Tang San pondered. "Who exactly is this person?"

En Zuo looked at Tang San with a faint smile. "Come to think of it, you're quite familiar with him."

"Familiar?" Tang San was somewhat confused. If he had guessed correctly, En Zuo's era was nearly ten thousand years in the future. How could there be anyone he knew?

"Tang Wulin. He possesses the Golden Dragon King's bloodline. You can also regard him as a humanoid Golden Dragon King. Beyond that, there is the other half of the Dragon God—the Silver Dragon King."

Upon hearing that name, Tang San's expression turned strange. He knew the name Tang Wulin very well. Xiao Wu had died because of him.

Was he being asked to discipline his own son? But he and Xiao Wu were still only sworn siblings; they had not even confirmed their relationship.

"You don't need to find it strange."

En Zuo walked deeper into Narak Space, his tone carrying an unquestionable certainty. "The Tang Wulin of my era has a father who sits high above in the Divine Realm—the God King Tang San."

"Not you."

"Fundamentally speaking, you and him have no relationship whatsoever."

"Perhaps you may even have a chance to see the true face of the Tang San from my time and space."

"But are you sure you want to see him?"