"Tang Hao, in my heart, you stopped being my father long ago!"
Tang Hao froze at those words.
"Xiao San, what's wrong with you? Has Ling Han bewitched you with some sinister lies? I'm your father!"
"Shut up, Tang Hao! You think you deserve to be my father?"
"In the six years before I met my teacher, did you ever take care of me?!"
Tang Hao fell silent.
"If not for Grandpa Old Jack, if I hadn't learned to fend for myself so early, I would have starved to death in that village!"
"All these years, you spent every day in a drunken haze. Did you ever treat me as your son?!"
"And Mom—you left her in a place like that! If her bloodline hadn't been so powerful, she would have withered away long ago!"
At the mention of Ah Yin, Tang Hao couldn't help asking, "Where is your mother?!"
"Shut up! You don't deserve to speak of my mother!"
Tang San roared.
"What right do you, Tang Hao, have to be a father or a husband?!"
Tang San's rebuke left Tang Hao speechless.
He didn't know how to answer Tang San.
After all, everything Tang San had said was true.
"Tang San! What right do you have to criticize me? Without me, you would never have come into this world! You don't understand anything! Everything I've done was for you! I had my reasons, too!" Tang Hao suddenly grew agitated.
Tang San sneered at those words. "Your reasons? Are those reasons why you've spent all this time muddling through life, never trying to better yourself?"
Seeing that Tang Hao still refused to repent, Tang San gave up on him completely.
Tang San's right hand transformed with Mysterious Jade Hand, then seized his own left arm.
With a ripping sound,