Tang San: Father, hurry up and give him Ah Yin!

"You wretch! What are you doing?!" Yu Yuanzhen roared, his face twisted with rage.

"Uncle..."

"You shut up too! Don't make me slap you!" Yu Yuanzhen snapped at Liu Erlong.

Liu Erlong: "..."

Well, she feared neither heaven nor earth, but she did fear upsetting her uncle. After all, he was Yu Xiaogang's father—her future father-in-law.

Yu Xiaogang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up. "Father, neither I nor Clear Sky Douluo can afford to come to harm."

Smack! Yu Yuanzhen slapped him again!

Yu Xiaogang took another vicious slap across the face, leaving his head ringing.

"Wretch! Don't you know the pope of Spirit Hall is watching from up there? I threw away my dignity to persuade her not to pursue the matter with you two, and this is how you repay me? You won't take the chance I gave you?" Yu Yuanzhen was so furious he nearly summoned his Martial Soul.

How stupid. If Tang Hao wanted to show off, they should have let him.

Wouldn't helping him just spoil his moment? And for all that trouble and the stink it brought down on them, did they really think he would remember their kindness?

Whether Tang Hao would repay them afterward was anyone's guess. Spirit Hall coming after them was a certainty.

Yu Yuanzhen had always thought this useless son of his had at least some brains. Otherwise, the former pope Bibi Dong would never have fallen for him, much less helped him concoct those damned theories to make a name for himself.

But after seeing him today, Yu Yuanzhen nearly keeled over from rage.

If the man had not been his son, Yu Yuanzhen really would have beaten him to death!

"But Tang San is my..." Yu Xiaogang tried to persuade his