"Are we really just going to let them off that easily?" Tang Hao was somewhat frustrated by his son's lack of ambition.
Tang San sneered. "When has anything in this world ever come so cheaply? They came to Suotuo City's spirit battle arena, and sooner or later, they'll leave. When that happens, Dad only needs to tail them secretly and kill them in the shadows."
"It would be best if we could capture Qin Xuan's daughter alive and trade her for Mom. That would also make Spirit Hall wary."
"As for those bastards from the Tang-Elimination Squad who have defiled the Clear Sky Hammer, we absolutely cannot allow them to remain alive."
That final sentence was a lie. The reason Tang San was determined to kill them was entirely because they might possess Tang Sect secret arts, and their talents were monstrous—far surpassing nearly everyone in Shrek besides himself.
They had to die, to eliminate future trouble.
Tang Hao nodded, acknowledging Tang San's plan. "Can your manhood still be restored?"
"Of course. As long as I become a god, let alone an inch or two, even severed arms and legs can be regrown." Tang San pursed his lips, sounding quite confident.
The moment Tang Hao heard that, he became wildly excited. "Then can mine be restored too?"
It had been nearly thirteen years since Mo Ya had crushed his manhood. Every moment of every day, he longed to become a man again—a complete man.
Tang San froze, assuming Tang Hao meant the internal injuries he had suffered during his battle with Qian Xunji. He nodded. "Of course they can be healed. I wouldn't even need to become a god. As long as I cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Skill to its highest realm, Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, I can