Tang San: Who Dares Stop Me

A mysterious place.

Tang Wulin, looking somewhat tiny before the majestic golden dragon, stared blankly.

But in the next moment, as a voice rang out in his mind, his already stunning face became even more shocked:

[Current location: Mysterious Place]

[Check-in successful—]

[Congratulations, Host, you have obtained: Golden Dragon King's Bloodline]

[Congratulations, Host, you have obtained a Second Martial Soul: Golden Dragon King]

In an instant, the Golden Dragon King before him turned into an ethereal mist. Then, a fierce and incomparably powerful force surged into his body.

"..."

Hearing those notifications, Tang Wulin froze for a moment.

What had he just heard? The Golden Dragon King's bloodline...

"The complete one?"

Within this mysterious space, Tang Wulin instinctively summoned his Martial Soul to inspect the situation. In the next moment, the phantom of an enormous Dragon King appeared behind him.

At the same time, his palms, arms, legs, torso... his entire body instantly transformed into the body of a Dragon King, eventually taking the shape of a suit of armor.

Even a pair of intensely oppressive wings appeared behind him. The Golden Dragon King's might around him erupted at once.

"It really is complete..."

Tang Wulin swung his arms, whose sense of weight had now skyrocketed, then clenched his two Golden Dragon Claws as he could not help but sigh.

Although he had yet to obtain a single soul skill from the Golden Dragon King Martial Soul, this dragon-like body alone was surely not something ordinary people could withstand in battle.

"The complete Golden Dragon King's Bloodline that the original protagonist spent his entire life pursuing, yet still never possessed even after being frozen for ten thousand years, has come to me."

"And I got it right from the start."

As he withdrew his Martial Soul, he could not help but mutter.

"With the Golden Dragon King's Bloodline..."

"No matter what bullshit happens in the future, it probably won't amount to much anymore."

Tang Wulin thought with a faint smile on his face.

Couldn't beat Evil Soul Masters? Impossible. I am the Golden Dragon King.

Girlfriend holding a martial contest to choose a husband? Impossible. I am the Golden Dragon King.

Schemes of the Path to Death? Impossible. I am the Golden Dragon King.

"With ultimate strength, sweeping across the Douluo Continent is inevitable."

"I, Tang Wulin, a protagonist of my generation..."

"Will invite Tang San to die!"

Tang Wulin slowly withdrew from the mysterious space. Lying on his bed and quietly gazing at the ceiling above him, he said with a light laugh.

Tang San? Dead!

With the Golden Dragon King's Bloodline, he felt that his back no longer ached, his legs no longer hurt, and he felt countless times better than before.

It made sense. As half of the Dragon God, the Golden Dragon King was the main body and possessed ultimate strength. The benefits it brought could not possibly be lacking.

At the very least, it was far stronger than the Blue Silver Emperor...

"The Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul clearly governs life, yet its offensive capabilities are not weak either. It is far stronger than that."

"Yet every single one of them goes for 'entanglement.'"

"The original body in the novel was truly muddleheaded."

Tang Wulin shook his head and could not help but think.

Tang San had no brains. This clever little bastard could not afford to have none either.

"No matter what..."

"I absolutely do not want to take the Control Department path anymore."

Tang Wulin sat up and began to make plans.

First soul skill, Blue Silver Entanglement?

Only dogs would use that!

"However..."

"I am not like in the original novel, born with innate soul power rank three and forced to spend three years forging to earn money for a Soul Spirit..."

"As for my first Soul Ring, I really do not know what to do. I have enough money to spend, but I have no way to directly take it out. That is quite a headache."

"If the Spirit Pagoda wants to invite me, they might really give me a Soul Spirit. But would that be appropriate..."

Tang Wulin could not help but think, feeling deeply conflicted.

He was absolutely not that kind of person. He would definitely not accept something given to him for free!

Even if Tang Wulin starved to death, died outside, or jumped off this place, he would never take it...

"Why do I feel somewhat uncomfortable? This feeling seems to come from... Douluo Star?"

"Did something happen on the Douluo Continent?"

"No way?"

Within a certain space, in the Douluo God Realm that had been swept away and displaced by the storm, Tang San, the chairman of the Divine Realm Committee who controlled the planes related to the Douluo God Realm and monopolized supreme authority, suddenly frowned and muttered.

As his private garden...

No, as the place he had ascended from twenty thousand years ago, his hometown, and the location of the Tang Sect, the Douluo Continent was his true reverse scale. Anyone who dared touch this cake would be severely condemned by him.

In other words: whoever touched it would die!

An unyielding expression flashed across Tang San's seemingly noble face. He snorted coldly as he thought.

Just like the God of Destruction before. Merely because he had delayed Tang San's manipulation of the overall situation, Tang San had used a small scheme to make him and his wife, the Goddess of Life, dissipate together and perish.

Even before their deaths, the two of them had hoped to be reborn together, rebuild their glory, and return to the Douluo God Realm.

Yet Tang San could only say that those two were far too naive.

As someone who ruled the Divine Realm through sheer strength and bore titles such as "the upright God King," "the peerless good father who absolutely does not scheme against his children," and "the peerless good husband who absolutely does not absorb his wife's Soul Ring," would he do something as foolish as raising tigers that might later threaten him?

Not only would he not, but when the two had sacrificed themselves for the Divine Realm, he had already wiped their souls into scraps.

"Hehe."

"Even Destruction God could not accomplish it. How could there possibly be anyone in this world capable of stopping my will, Tang San?"

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible."

Seemingly recalling his past glorious deeds, Tang San wore a disdainful expression as he snorted.

Enemies who wanted to defy Tang San? They had not even been born yet!

Thinking back over his life, whether it was the Mandala Snake and Man-Faced Demon Spider at the beginning, or Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong later on...

Even the Douluo Plane, which had attempted to rebel on its own and even birthed a Son of Destiny, had not all been subdued into obedience by him?

"Besides..."

"God Rank experts do not emerge on the Douluo Continent now. What waves could mere Titled Douluo possibly stir up? I left a soul imprint on my son."

"When the time comes, it will surely guide him into becoming the strongest and accomplishing my grand undertaking. Hahahahahaha."

"Having Father there is enough. Though he is merely a small Second-Level God and cannot amount to much, he is still a plane's god. He definitely will not treat things so casually."

Tang San thought with a firm, serious expression, brimming with confidence.

His father might not have been a qualified father, a qualified husband, a qualified younger brother, or a qualified son... but Tang San believed that he would definitely be a qualified grandfather and a qualified guardian god of the plane.

"When Father gets reliable..."

"He is quite reliable."

"..."

Meanwhile, in a sealed space far away on the Douluo Continent, an old man and a young woman were diligently... farming.

Yes, farming. The kind you were imagining... the entirely upright, hardworking, and genuinely literal farming of crops.

Around them was a golden wheat field. Here and there, a few clumps of Blue Silver Grass appeared as decoration, making the scene somewhat strange.

"A Yin, look. Isn't this wheat big and broad?"

The middle-aged man picked up an ear of wheat and spoke.

He was a slightly plump middle-aged man dressed in fairly clean clothes, looking very ordinary overall.

Judging from the way he held the wheat, he seemed like someone who cherished food and loved farming. Yet beneath his feet, he was crushing one stalk after another.

His name was Tang Hao. He was Tang San's biological father from twenty thousand years ago. After Tang San became a god, he had benefited as well and become a Second-Level God powerhouse—the Hammer God.

Ten thousand years after becoming a god, he had been honorably granted another promotion and become the god of the plane governing this world of the Douluo Continent.

In that case, it seemed that his wife becoming the Douluo World Tree was not difficult either?

"Yes."

"But..."

The woman beside him nodded in response.

She was A Yin, Tang Hao's wife and Tang San's mother.

Having taken human form twenty thousand years ago before being revived as a Soul Beast, she had not become a god due to her identity as a Soul Beast. However, on the day Tang San became a god, she had become a Three-Hundred-Thousand-Year Ferocious Beast with his help.

Combined with the fortune she possessed on Douluo Star, not to mention surviving tribulation, even becoming the root of life itself would probably not be a problem.

"Of course."

"I planted it myself."

Tang Hao said with a proud smile.

"Let me tell you, A Yin."

"Back when I was in the Divine Realm, that brat Oscar said my cooking was delicious and that I had talent in it. Heh, it really opened the door to a whole new world for me."

"Now that I have returned to Douluo Star as this plane's god, farming and cultivating my temperament is not a bad thing at all."

Tang Hao said with a smile.

"Uh..."

Upon hearing that, A Yin became nervous. The dishes he made, like stir-fried Blue Silver vegetables, were practically black beyond recognition.

And he had received praise from the God of Food?

If not for the fact that your son was a God King, would you have received such praise?

"Brother Hao, Xiao San made you the god of this Douluo Continent world, essentially its guardian god."

"Is it really appropriate for you to bring me here... to farm over and over again?"

After a moment, A Yin could not help but ask.

"Ha."

"A Yin, this is where you do not understand. Since Xiao San sent me to the Douluo Continent, he must have assigned me a task. I remember there being something like that."

Hearing his wife's words, Tang Hao immediately became somewhat displeased and retorted. Yet in the next moment, he began to hesitate inwardly:

"At the time..."

"My son told me to find someone named... something Wu, something Lin. What Wu... what Lin was it again?"

"Was it Wu Lin, or Lin Wu?"

Tang Hao's expression instantly turned ugly as he thought in confusion.

He really had not heard clearly. But that could not be blamed on him. After all, his son had not explained it clearly.

"Since my son was unwilling to explain it clearly, then..."

"That person definitely is not important. Whether I find him or not does not matter."

Tang Hao thought with a solemn expression.

Tang San of the Path to Death: My father Tang Hao has the makings of accomplishing great deeds!

God of the Plane/Hammer God: Tang Hao: Maka Maka?