"You have already chosen the way of certain death!"
An unfamiliar, commanding voice emerged from Huo Yuhao's mouth.
Normally, if an Outer Court student with a mere three rings dared address the Sea God Pavilion Elders in that tone, Yan Shaozhe would have slapped him flying on the spot, perhaps even expelled him from Shrek Academy.
Xuan Zi would have used his Soul Power to force the student to his knees and knock some sense into him.
But now, neither of them moved.
Not only did they remain motionless, but Yan Shaozhe's hands, hanging at his sides, even tensed involuntarily.
There was not a trace of anger at being defied, only a slowly spreading dread.
They stared at the "Huo Yuhao" before them.
Those blue-gold eyes, and especially the golden trident mark that had flashed in the center of his forehead, were impossible to ignore.
The statue standing before Sea God Island, the portraits enshrined in the Sea God Pavilion for generations, the legend passed down through the academy for ten thousand years... all those clues intertwined at that moment, finally assembling in their minds into a name that could never be defied.
The Sea God, Tang San.
Xuan Zi felt as though someone had stuffed a handful of dry grass down his throat. This Level 98 Taotie Douluo tentatively took half a step forward and asked in a trembling voice:
"Are... are you Founding Master Yu Xiaogang, or... Ancestor Tang San?"
At those words, the air seemed to freeze. Yan Shaozhe held his breath, his back already soaked in cold sweat, as he anxiously awaited the answer.
The blue-gold light in "Huo Yuhao's" eyes shifted slightly, and he gave a cold snort.
"Who I am is unimportant."
Tang San neither confirmed nor denied it.
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