Oi! You Old Geezer! Witness the Dimensionality-Reduction Strike of a "Blond Punk"!

Although Lin Wu's physical body was extraordinarily tough, before the youngest Title Douluo on the entire continent,

there was ultimately still an insurmountable gap in their realms.

He was held suspended in midair by Tang Hao, his toes off the ground and his collar cinched painfully tight.

The terrifying pressure of a Title Douluo surged wildly from Tang Hao like raging, towering waves.

Even the surrounding air was compressed into emitting piercing whimpers.

The Haotian Douluo, whose might shook the continent, had fire blazing in his eyes as he prepared to teach this ignorant brat a brutal lesson.

He would show him why flowers were so red.

The instant that iron-pincer-like hand seized his collar and lifted him into the air, Lin Wu's mind exploded. Who is this?

Yet when he focused on the weathered face before him—black as the bottom of a pot, unshaven, and covered in scars—he immediately came to his senses.

Damn, isn't this old bastard Tang San's father—the Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao?!

Lin Wu was momentarily dumbfounded.

Why had this old bastard suddenly appeared?

Could it be that, just like in the original story when he went to the woods in the middle of the night to beat Zhao Wuji senseless, he had come specifically to beat him up because he had nothing better to do?

Alarm bells rang in Lin Wu's mind. He hurriedly activated the Love God Inheritance in his mind, following his vague perception to probe the mental state of the killing god before him.

That probe was no small matter—the emotions fed back to Lin Wu were utterly astonishing!

Extreme fury, overwhelming grief and indignation, utter heartbreak, and even a trace of the despair of watching a priceless treasure get trampled before his eyes...

All sorts of complex, violent emotions were tearing wildly through Tang Hao's body, like a living volcano on the verge of a total eruption!

Combined with the old tears still wet at the corners of Tang Hao's eyes, Lin Wu's exceptional intellect

instantly allowed him to piece together most of what had happened during this time.

Oh no, this old bastard must have been following us in secret all along!

Everything shitty I've done lately actually fell right under this old bastard's nose!

In the original plot, shouldn't Tang Hao have always taken a hands-off approach to Tang San, letting her do whatever she wanted as long as she did not die?

Who would have thought that in this altered world, Tang Hao had directly mutated into an obsessive "daughter-doting maniac"!

This old bastard had not only been secretly keeping watch every day.

He had probably watched every single part of how Lin Wu forced Tang San to consume whale glue to temper her body, force-fed her all kinds of poisonous emotional chicken soup,

and patiently guided the delicate little San into sweetly calling him "Master," without missing a single word!

No wonder Lin Wu had always felt that chilling sensation of being watched by a coiled venomous snake lately. So this old bastard had been squatting atop the trees all along!

At this very moment, Tang Hao had personally witnessed the top-quality cabbage he had painstakingly raised not only get rooted by a pig.

That pig had even completely brainwashed her into becoming an obedient "contract beast"!

Who would not go insane over that? This old father's mentality had probably been utterly shattered by the blond punk long ago!

The key was that this old bastard was a genuine Title Douluo!

With Lin Wu's current soul power foundation, facing him head-on was clearly not a wise choice.

However, after seeing through Tang Hao's extreme rage and pain,

Lin Wu felt not the slightest fear. Instead, he secretly reveled in it.

So what if he was a Title Douluo?

In this world, Tang Hao's greatest weakness was not that delicate, precious daughter of his, Tang San?

As long as he had Tang San in his grasp, the Haotian Douluo who shook the continent was merely a foolish old bear too wary to act before him!

Today, he would let this old geezer from a bygone era see what a dimensionality-reduction strike from a top-tier "blond punk" of the new age looked like!

Thus, Lin Wu, hanging in midair, showed no fear at all. A calm, teasing smile even slowly appeared on his incomparably handsome face.

He lowered his head to look down at the weathered face before him, black as a pot bottom and still streaked with old tears, the corner of his lips curving into an amused smirk.

I'm the Love God Inheritance Beast. If it comes to mind games and emotional tug-of-war, I can play this foolish old bear until he starts questioning his life!

Lin Wu's black eyes narrowed slightly. He patted his constricted collar and silently activated the Love God Inheritance in his mind.

Following the contract bond that had long been tightly forged with Tang San through an unseen connection,

he expertly gave the heartstrings of Tang San's already fallen heart the gentlest tug.

In an instant, he fully drew out Tang San's lovestruck mindset and her desperate urge to protect her man.

"Don't hurt Brother Xiaowu!"

"Dad, what are you doing?!"

Before Tang Hao's surging fury could materialize into a blow, an anxious, tearful cry suddenly rang through the forest.

The next second, Tang San, who had just absorbed her thousand-year soul ring, lunged over like a little swallow.

She completely ignored Tang Hao's continent-shaking Title Douluo aura.

The purple thousand-year soul ring she had just absorbed lit up brilliantly beneath her feet as she desperately wrapped her arms around Tang Hao's tree-trunk-thick leg.

"Let go of my Master!"

"You bad person! Let go of Brother Xiaowu right now!"

"If you dare hurt even a single hair on Master's head, Xiaosan will never forgive you for the rest of her life!"

Tears filled Tang San's watery black eyes as she roared with grief, indignation, and boundless heartache.

Her stance in protecting her man was resolute to the extreme.

The moment the word "Master" left her lips, it was like a dull blade stabbing viciously into Tang Hao's lungs.

Tang Hao's entire body shook violently. His raised, sandbag-sized fist froze stiffly in midair.

Two streams of bitter tears shot from the old father's eyes on the spot.

He looked down at his little treasure, who had once been obedient and well-behaved but was now glaring furiously at him over some blond brat.

Then he looked at Lin Wu, sheltered tightly by his daughter in midair and gazing down at him with amused eyes. Tang Hao felt as though his heart were being cut by knives.

It was leaking! This little padded jacket was doing more than leaking wind—she had ripped the jacket apart and thrown it right in his face!

"X-Xiaosan, what did you call him? Do you know that this brat has nothing but bad intentions toward you?!"

Tang Hao pointed at Lin Wu and roared, his voice trembling.

"I won't listen! Brother Xiaowu helped me obtain my first thousand-year soul ring. He's the best person in the world to me!"

Tang San clung tightly to Tang Hao's clothes, her little mouth pouting high as her voice rang with absolute determination:

"If you dare touch even one hair on Master's head, then I... then I'll ignore you for the rest of my life!"

A strike at both body and soul!

Tang Hao felt blood rush through his chest. He panted heavily, his chest heaving violently, nearly coughing up a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

The hand suspended in midair could neither lower nor strike.

In the end, he could only swallow his broken teeth along with his pride and miserably retract the Haotian Hammer that had been ready to strike.

His hand loosened, and he tossed Lin Wu to the ground like a piece of trash.

"Fine... good child, Daddy won't hit him."

Tang Hao took a deep breath and suppressed the rampaging soul power within him.

He turned and glared fiercely at Lin Wu, who was dusting off his pant leg, a father's exceptionally sinister killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Hmph! Brat, since Xiaosan is pleading for you, I'll spare your hide today!"