"Dad, how did this happen?" Tang San asked again, but his voice was already thick with tears.
He withdrew the Clear Sky Hammer and summoned it again, trying several times, but the two soul rings, one yellow and one white, never changed.
Three hundred years.
Ninety-nine years.
Each worse than the last!
"This isn't how it was supposed to be... Teacher said that if I cultivated the Clear Sky Hammer, I could beat Gu Ling!" Tang San suddenly raised his head and looked past his father's shoulder at Yu Xiaogang, his eyes frighteningly red.
"My Eight Spider Lances are gone, and now even my Clear Sky Hammer has ended up like this! What am I supposed to do now?"
At those words, Yu Xiaogang's lips moved, but he could not utter a single word.
Listening to his son, Tang Hao gradually tightened the hand supporting his back. That last backlash had occurred after he forcibly interrupted the absorption.
He knew that perfectly well. But if Yu Xiaogang had not allowed Tang San to act recklessly, why would he have been forced to make such a choice?
He helped Tang San sit securely beside a tree, then stood up.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang instinctively took a step back and said in a slight panic, "Your Excellency, I didn't expect this either..."
Smack!
Before he could finish, a slap struck him across the face!
Yu Xiaogang was knocked sideways, his cheek hitting the mud as his ears rang.
Before he could push himself up, a large hand seized his collar and hauled him bodily off the ground.
"You didn't expect this?" Tang Hao stared at him, the fury in his eyes growing heavier.
"Aren't you the Grandmaster? Haven't you spent decades researching martial souls? This is what you've taught my son to