Bu Le's Methods, Tang Hao Arrives!

Facing such a crisis, Tang San immediately employed his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his figure darting outward like a phantom.

He was just about to escape the range of the Heaven-Net Dual Covers.

Yet, from who knows where, a banana peel appeared. He stepped right onto it, performing a face-plant for Bu Le's entertainment.

Tang San stood up, his face contorted in pain. His nose was bleeding, and he had even knocked out one of his front teeth.

The metallic scent of blood permeated his mouth.

He was furious!

Ever since he met Qin Jiuxiao, it felt as if a jinx had possessed him; he could even choke on his own saliva.

Now, he was trapped in such a shameful martial soul, forced to play the clown in front of this lecherous man.

He was a man reborn, a chosen child of heaven.

He was a being destined to reach the pinnacle.

He absolutely could not leave behind such a stain on his reputation.

This lecherous fellow was already on a Path to Death!

"Hahahaha, even the heavens think you're no good and are rushing to help me out."

Bu Le laughed loudly, stepping closer to Tang San, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.

As he drew nearer, the killing intent in Tang San's eyes grew increasingly restrained.

His right hand subconsciously reached toward the Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlight Night at his waist, pinching several steel needles.

"Go to hell!"

When Bu Le was less than five meters away, Tang San used his soul power to propel the steel needles toward his throat, heart, and other vital points.

Bu Le was startled.

The steel needles whistled through the air, the murderous intent rushing toward him.

He instinctively used his soul skill.

"Second Soul Skill: Dark Night Eighteen Touches!"

A yellow soul ring lit up around him, and immediately after, Bu Le himself transformed into a cloud of black smoke, vanishing into the night.

Not only that, but the black smoke gradually spread, completely covering the area enclosed by the Heaven-Net Dual Covers.

"I didn't realize you were a wolf in sheep's clothing, kid."

"But you're still too green to kill me."

Bu Le laughed, his voice echoing through the space.

The black mist gradually formed a viscous black liquid, and Tang San, caught within it, felt his movements restricted.

His body felt as if it were wrapped in slime.

Tang San's eyes instantly lit up with a purple glow as he activated his Purple Demon Eye.

He soon detected Bu Le's figure.

However, his combat experience told him not to reveal it yet; he would wait for Bu Le to get closer, then use his hidden weapons to finish him off.

Bu Le seemed very confident in his soul skill and lowered his guard as he approached Tang San.

Just as he prepared to teach Tang San a lesson, he saw the boy suddenly lift his head to look at him.

"I won't miss this time!"

Tang San let out a low growl, his right hand sweeping across the Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlight Night.

But the next moment, he froze.

He hadn't touched anything!

He had used up too many steel needles dealing with Qin Jiuxiao and hadn't retrieved them; they were all gone!

Crap.

This thought flashed through Tang San's mind.

He immediately used his first soul skill to attack Bu Le.

"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entanglement!"

But Bu Le's soul skill left him with no physical form to grab.

His second soul skill was Blue Silver Parasite, but since he hadn't even touched the opponent with his Blue Silver Grass, what was there to parasitize?

An awkward smile appeared on Tang San's face.

Bu Le also came to his senses; this brat had just tried to pull a fast one on him, and his anger flared instantly.

He raised his hand and punched Tang San in the face, then merged back into the black mist, attacking repeatedly from every direction.

Although Tang San could see Bu Le's figure, the black mist pinned his body in place.

He could only take the beating passively.

After Bu Le had his fill, he finally stopped.

Tang San was now bruised and swollen, bearing no resemblance to the composed strategist he had been before.

His eyes held humiliation; he never expected to be beaten so miserably by a guy like this.

He hid a deep, intense killing intent in the depths of his eyes. Once he became stronger, he would definitely kill this guy!

Bu Le looked at the collapsed Tang San, his eyes rolling, and then he began to chuckle.

He pulled a packet of pink powder from his robes.

He sprinkled the powder around Tang San, who inhaled it into his body.

Bu Le covered his nose and mouth, watching with malicious glee.

"This is my secret weapon. It'll make you burn with desire. In a moment, I'll find a man for you so you can have a good time."

With that, Bu Le vanished from the spot.

It seemed he had gone to scout for a man for Tang San.

Tang San struggled to rise. As a former disciple of the Tang Sect, he could naturally neutralize a hundred poisons.

But right now, he found it difficult even to move, let alone reach for an antidote.

The drug took effect quickly. Tang San felt a scorching heat in his lower abdomen, and he even had the urge to strip off his clothes right there in the street.

"Xiao San, why are you here? How did you end up like this?"

Suddenly, a shocked and familiar voice rang out.

Tang San struggled to look up; it was his father, Tang Hao.

"Dad, why are you here? Where did you go? Do you have any idea how miserable I've been today?"

Seeing Tang Hao, all the grievances Tang San had been holding back spilled out.

Tang Hao felt somewhat awkward upon hearing this.

After he disappeared, he had naturally been protecting Tang San from the shadows.

However, having been hiding in Holy Soul Village for so long, he had decided to come into the city today to relax and find a brothel to unwind.

He wanted to release the pressure he had accumulated over all these years.

Everything had been fine for so long, so why did something happen the very day he left?

Of course, he couldn't admit he had been visiting a brothel. He coughed dryly and looked at the injuries on Tang San's body.

"What's with these wounds? Who hit you?"

"Dad will go get revenge for you!"

Tang Hao clenched his fists. To think someone dared to lay a hand on his son—they were tired of living.

It seemed he had been away from the world for too long, and people had forgotten the prestige of the Haotian Douluo.

As a former member of the Tang Sect, Tang San was naturally very sensitive to killing intent.

He sensed that Tang Hao possessed an incredibly dense aura of slaughter, a temperament only found in those who had experienced countless life-or-death battles.

At that moment, he recalled what Qin Jiuxiao had said at the hotel.

He asked Tang Hao bluntly.

"Dad, are you a Title Douluo?"

Tang Hao's pupils constricted. He grabbed Tang San by the collar and hoisted him up.

His eyes held a trace of fear and killing intent.

"Who told you that?"

Tang San coughed as his clothes choked him.

Tang Hao realized what he was doing and instinctively let go.

Thud.

Tang San hit the ground face-first again, knocking out his other front tooth. It was truly injury upon injury.

Tang Hao was incredibly embarrassed; he really had no experience raising a child.

In the past, he had just made sure Tang San didn't starve to death, and he never knew how much force to use.

This fall was no small matter; it scattered the little bit of soul power Tang San had been using to suppress the drug.

The suppressed effects surged back even more violently.

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, his breathing heavy, and he actually stood up.

His previous injuries seemed to have healed, having no effect on him at all.

Right now, Tang San only wanted to find someone to release the fire within his body.

His eyes swept around, and his gaze quickly landed on Tang Hao.

"Xiao San, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Hao finally noticed that something was wrong with Tang San.

The way he was looking at him was just like how he had looked at the women in the brothel earlier—as if he couldn't wait to pounce.

And that was exactly the case.

Tang San licked his lips and lunged straight at Tang Hao.

"Dad, you smell so good!"