[What if Tang San had never transmigrated?]
Someone in the square looked up.
[Tang San again?]
[Which Tang San are they talking about this time?]
[The Sky Screen has already pinned him down. Is it going to keep putting him on trial?]
Huo Yuhao helped Wang Dong stand straight. His spiritual power barrier still had a gash in it.
[This title is different from the last one.]
Wang Dong draped his arm over her shoulder.
[Save your breath. Your spiritual sea is still bleeding.]
[I have to watch.]
Huo Yuhao gazed at the line of words.
[If he hadn't transmigrated, everything he gained on the Douluo Continent would have turned out differently.]
The image on the Sky Screen moved down from the blood-red fissure into a dimly lit house.
An infant lay on a wooden bed. There was no trace of the Mysterious Heaven Skill circulating through his body, nor any marks left by hidden weapon techniques on his palms.
New words appeared beside the image.
[Tang San, disciple of the Tang Sect, perished in body and soul when he leaped off the cliff.]
[The Douluo Continent never received cultivation methods from another world.]
[Native soul masters grew through their martial souls and soul rings.]
Tang San stared at those words, his trident still pinned beneath the broken sword.
[Never transmigrated...]
Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth to object, but a glance around forced him to swallow his words.
Xuan Zi looked up.
[The Sky Screen made it perfectly clear. This Tang San didn't bring the Mysterious Heaven Skill with him.]
Ning Fengzhi opened the ledger in his hands.
[Nor hidden weapons.]
Sword Douluo picked up where he left off.
[Then what qualified him to become a genius of the Soul Master World?]
The Sky Screen gave its answer.
The first