Did you think Tang San would hesitate when those Tang Haos charged at him?
Of course he wouldn't!
With the Asura Demon Sword in hand, Tang San showed no mercy to the Mimic Fungus Beasts that had taken Tang Hao's form.
They had only copied Tang Hao's appearance, after all. Their strength was nothing remarkable—ordinary Titled Douluo at best. They were no match for Tang San, who had already become a god.
"Tsk, tsk. You really are decisive. Or are you simply so ruthless that you can strike without hesitation even when facing your own father?
"Then again, in your previous life, you stole the most precious treasure from the sect that had raised you for years without a second thought. When they caught you, you ran. And when you saw you couldn't escape, you put on that ridiculous little show of dying to prove your resolve."
Lan Yu's voice reached Tang San clearly. His pupils contracted, and disbelief swept across his face.
The distraction let a Mimic Fungus Beast in Tang Hao's form slam a hammer into his back. It didn't injure him, but it hurt.
Furious, Tang San turned and beheaded that "Tang Hao" with a single slash.
"Who are you? Who the hell are you? Get out here! How do you know about that?"
"How I know is none of your concern.
"Did you think it was a coincidence that your soul came to this world after you died and took over an infant's body?"
Now it wasn't only Tang Hao's figure appearing on the ice. Ah Yin's appeared too, and the copies of both of them kept Tang San surrounded.
"Give me back my child's life! Give me back my child's life!"
The words poured into Tang San's ears over and over like a demonic chant.