Tang Hao Prepares to Strike, Tang San: My Dad Is a Title Douluo!

By a small river outside Soto City.

The night sky sparkled with stars, and the chirping of insects in the woods was pleasant; it was a picture of peace and tranquility on earth.

Yet, someone felt completely out of place in this world.

Tang San sat by a campfire, shirtless and soaked to the bone.

His eyes were vacant, as if he had lost the meaning of life.

By now, the effects of the drug Bu Le had given him had worn off, and he had not used the antidote...

Beside the campfire.

Tang Hao was constantly washing his hands in the river, his face darker than the bottom of a pot.

The father and son did not say a word to each other, and it was unclear what they had just experienced.

Tang Hao returned from the river with two grilled fish in his hand and handed one to Tang San.

"Eat some fish to replenish your protein."

Tang San did not reach for it immediately; instead, he pursed his lips while looking at Tang Hao's hand.

After a few seconds, he spoke slowly:

"Dad, did you wash your hands clean?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, but as soon as he did, Tang Hao looked as if his fur had been ruffled, his hair standing straight up.

"Are you going to eat it or not!"

Tang San was startled and hurriedly took the grilled fish.

He took a bite while enduring Tang Hao's furious glare, forced himself to swallow it, and then quickly gulped down a mouthful of water to ensure he wouldn't have the chance to vomit.

Only then did Tang Hao's expression soften slightly.

The campfire crackled, and Tang Hao added wood from time to time.

He and Tang San looked up at each other, speechless, until Tang Hao finally broke the silence.

"What exactly happened to you?"

"Getting beaten is one thing, but you were actually drugged!"

"Also, where is that soul beast... that little girl who was by your side?"

He almost let it slip, but fortunately, he corrected himself in time, not letting Tang San notice anything unusual.

Tang Hao's expression was gloomy. He had not expected that after being away for only one day, his layout of so many years would instantly spiral out of control.

The hundred-thousand-year soul beast had run off. How was Tang San supposed to obtain a sacrificial soul ring and soul bone in the future?

How was he supposed to help him take revenge on Spirit Hall?

At the mention of Xiao Wu, Tang San's previously unfocused eyes turned resentful, and his expression twisted.

The scene of being crushed by Qin Jiuxiao and hearing Xiao Wu call Qin Jiuxiao "dear brother" was still fresh in his mind.

The pain of betrayal by someone so close remained etched in his heart.

"Xiao Wu, she was tricked away by someone."

As soon as Tang San finished speaking, Tang Hao flew into a rage. He couldn't help but kick Tang San, sending him flying several meters away.

"Useless trash!"

A good-for-nothing who couldn't even keep a hundred-thousand-year soul beast that was practically handed to him on a silver platter.

At his age, he had already transformed into a man.

He had left to create such a perfect opportunity for the two of them to be alone, yet after all these years, the boy was still acting like a eunuch.

He was nothing like his own flesh and blood.

Tang San, who had been kicked away for no reason, was filled with astonishment. Why did his father have such a huge reaction to Xiao Wu leaving?

Besides, he couldn't be blamed for this. Who could have guessed that Xiao Wu would be turned against him by two sentences from Qin Jiuxiao and treat him with such cold eyes?

Tang San felt deeply aggrieved.

Realizing he had overreacted, Tang Hao took a deep breath and slowly calmed his mood.

He asked in a deep voice: "What exactly happened?"

"Who took that little girl away?"

A bad premonition arose in Tang Hao's heart.

Only Soul Douluo and Title Douluo could identify a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form.

The number of Title Douluo who frequented the Heaven Dou Empire could be counted on one hand.

Aside from the eccentric Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, there were only the two great protectors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

Both of them were level 95 or higher Super Douluo, and perhaps Sword Douluo's current strength was even above his own.

If they had discovered Xiao Wu's trail, it would not be easy for him to snatch her back.

He looked at Tang San, already prepared to fight his way to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

But Tang San only gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to tear a piece of flesh off someone.

"It was Qin Jiuxiao, the young master of the Qin Family in Soto City."

"He was the one who coaxed Xiao Wu, and that's why she left with him."

Tang Hao was stunned. He had assumed it was some Title Douluo, or at the very least, a Soul Douluo-level force.

He hadn't expected it to be just a mere brat.

He had some impression of this Qin Family; the family head, Qin Yuntian, was only a Soul Saint, not worth mentioning in his eyes.

With one swing of his hammer, he could crush a whole group of Soul Saints.

Yet, Tang Hao's gaze toward Tang San became even more disdainful.

"Can you not even beat him?"

"He is about the same age as you. You are a level 29 Control-type, and you have those strange techniques; are you not his match?"

Having protected Tang San for so long, Tang Hao naturally knew about these hidden weapons.

But from his perspective, he looked down on such things.

They were purely the tricks of small-minded people who studied sneak attacks.

For a true powerhouse, only one's own strength was fundamental.

"Of course I'm not his match when I encounter an ordinary person, but that guy is not an ordinary person at all."

"His physical body is extremely strong, and his speed is so fast it's hard to see clearly; I can't even hit him."

"And that guy is actually already at level 39 soul power."

Tang San gritted his teeth, his face full of unwillingness. Why was that guy's soul power level so high? Why was he so strong?

He, Tang San, was a reincarnated person, reborn with the Mysterious Heaven Technique and his memories.

He was supposed to be the Child of Destiny, damn it!

Hearing Qin Jiuxiao's level, Tang Hao was also shocked.

It was no secret in Soto City that Qin Jiuxiao was born with full soul power, but wasn't level 39 at age 12 a bit too exaggerated?

He was hailed as the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, and even he hadn't reached that level at age 12.

In an instant, Tang Hao's eyes flickered with uncertainty.

He had intended to mold Tang San into a Title Douluo younger than himself, to further elevate their father-son reputation on the continent.

That way, they could recruit more allies when they eventually waged war against Spirit Hall.

Now, such a monster had appeared.

If this Qin Jiuxiao became the leader of the younger generation, wouldn't he and his son become a joke?

He would never allow such a thing to happen.

Such a person must either become Tang San's foil and act as his dog, or he must die!

Only a genius who survives to grow up deserves to be called a genius.

Tang Hao already had a plan in mind. He would go and snatch that hundred-thousand-year soul beast back later, otherwise, he didn't know when it might be discovered by other Title Douluo.

That Qin Jiuxiao likely hadn't discovered the rabbit's true identity yet.

He had to act as soon as possible before things changed.

As for this Qin Jiuxiao, if he was willing to submit to Tang San and willingly act as a foil, he could be kept as a lackey.

After all, they would need manpower for the future crusade against Spirit Hall.

If he was unwilling, then he wouldn't mind bullying the young and strangling him in the cradle himself.

He had done plenty of such things back in the Clear Sky Sect.

"I will go and bring Xiao Wu back; you wait here obediently."

"Also, if I haven't returned by dawn, go find your teacher."

Tang Hao stood up, and nine soul rings appeared around his body, especially that last red soul ring, which practically blinded Tang San.

"Dad, you really are a Title Douluo, and you even possess a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!"

Tang Hao felt quite satisfied with Tang San's shock.

This display of power was also intended to salvage his image after so many years.

"There is still much you don't know."

"When you learn of your old man's prestige in the future, you will be even more surprised."

"Alright, I'm leaving."

Tang San nodded, his heart filled with excitement.

He hadn't expected that Qin Jiuxiao really hadn't lied to him; his dad was truly a Title Douluo.

Didn't that mean he now had an awesome background? In the future, he could just say "my dad is a Title Douluo" and scare so many people to death.

In an instant, the gloom in Tang San's heart vanished.

He opened his mouth, air whistling through the gap where his front teeth had been knocked out:

"Dad, you must give that Qin Jiuxiao a good lesson for me; it would be best if you knock his front teeth out too."

Tang Hao waved his hand, leaving Tang San with a very cool back view as he disappeared into the night.

But what he didn't know was that when they met again later, both father and son would see the whistling gaps in each other's front teeth.