Back in the Divine Realm, this very God of Emotion, whom he had regarded as a pawn, had forcibly broken free of his control. He had even detonated his divine seat before the Divine Realm's great hall, unleashing a savage torrent of spatial and temporal turbulence that dragged Tang San back to the present along with him!
In that instant, all the chaotic, absurd mysteries linked together in Tang San's mind.
Why had Tang Hao vanished from the Blacksmith Shop in Holy Soul Village?
Why had the Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Silver Grass that originally belonged to him ended up with a woman named "Tang Sanmei"?
Why had the Tang Sect appeared ahead of its time, complete with a lofty "Sect Master"?
Why had even Xiao Wu started calling someone else her cousin, with even Da Ming and Er Ming obeying his commands?
It was all him!
It was all the work of that wretch, Huo Yuhao!!
Not only had Huo Yuhao been reborn too, but he had awakened earlier than Tang San!
That brat had established the Tang Sect under a stolen identity, then turned around and claimed Tang San's techniques, divine herbs, and even the original course of his life as his own!
Even Tang San's female replacement in this life had been turned into that little bastard's personal senior maid!
He had even stolen Xiao Wu!
"Huo! Yu! Hao!!"
Tang San's teeth ground audibly. He had bitten his lips bloody, and the thick taste of blood spread through his mouth.
An unprecedented sense of humiliation and towering killing intent battered his reason!
He wanted nothing more than to charge out right now and use every hidden weapon on his body to tear that scumbag with his hands in his pockets into ten thousand pieces!
But...
He dared not move.
Tang San lay plastered against the bottom of the foul-smelling mud pit, not even daring to breathe, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
He understood the situation all too well.
He still had not recovered from the severe injuries Tang Hao's brutal beating had inflicted, and his soul power was only level 30;
Meanwhile, beside Huo Yuhao stood the level 95 Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao, and behind him stood Er Ming, a one-hundred-thousand-year Titan Giant Ape capable of moving mountains and overturning seas!
If he dared jump out now, revenge would be out of the question. A casual swing of Tang Hao's hammer would pound him into meat paste in the dirt!
Beside the Large Bluestone.
Huo Yuhao took the unconscious ten thousand year Purple Spirit Civet from Er Ming's claw and casually tossed it onto the grass.
Tang Hao uncorked his Wine Gourd, took a swig, and glanced at the soul beast on the ground.
"You made quick work of that. Hurry up and absorb it. I'll stand guard here."
Huo Yuhao looked around. With his keen perception, a faint trace of uncertainty flickered in his eyes.
"Was there a commotion here just now?"
"Ah, don't even mention it."
Tang Hao waved dismissively and spat.
"Some petty thief from who knows where popped out just now. The moment he opened his mouth, he tried to scam me by calling me Dad. Said he was from some Tang Sect, too. I asked him who the sect master was, and he couldn't even squeeze out a fart. Nothing but a liar with a mouth full of wild stories. I gave him a beating and kicked him clean out of sight."
Xiao Wu chimed in from beside him.
"That's right, Cousin! That guy looked so strange, and his eyes were really disgusting. Watching Uncle Tang beat him up felt great!"
Huo Yuhao smiled at that, giving no thought at all to some petty thief who had been beaten up by the roadside.
He pulled his hands out of his pockets and walked over to the ten thousand year Purple Spirit Civet, his gaze gradually sharpening and settling.
"Uncle Tang, cover me."
"I'm starting."
On the grass, the [ten thousand year Purple Spirit Civet], its entire body covered in coarse, dark purple fur, still twitched weakly.
Though it had been knocked unconscious, it was a rare soul beast renowned for cunning and spiritual power. A sinister, chilling spiritual fluctuation still faintly emanated from its body, enough to make ordinary soul masters feel sick and nauseated just by approaching.
"This thing can really serve as your third soul ring?"
Leaning against the bluestone with his Wine Gourd in hand, Tang Hao cast a sidelong glance at the Purple Spirit Civet on the ground.
"I'll say it again. Ten-thousand-year soul beasts don't just have volatile soul power. They also leave behind soul shock after death. If you can't handle it, pull back early. Don't die in front of me. I won't be able to explain that to Sanmei afterward."
"Don't worry, Uncle Tang. I know what I'm doing."
Huo Yuhao's tone was calm, and he did not even make any additional preparations.
He pulled his hands from his pockets, casually drew an exquisite, palm-sized Jade Blade from his waist, took aim at the fatal point in the Purple Spirit Civet's throat, and drove it in with one clean thrust!
Squelch!
Blood spattered.
The ten thousand year Purple Spirit Civet's body went violently rigid once, then its life was extinguished completely.
Within a few breaths, a pitch-black soul ring slowly coalesced and rose above the beast's corpse!
A ten thousand year black ring!
At that moment, the icy pressure of a ten-thousand-year soul beast poured out without restraint. The surrounding vegetation bent wildly beneath the surge of violent air!
In the shadows of a distant thicket.
Still pressed tightly into the filthy mud, Tang San watched the deep black ring rise dozens of meters away, the corners of his eyes twitching.
A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!
Tang San clenched his teeth until they ached.
Huo Yuhao... you lunatic! You're only a level 30 prospective Soul Elder! Throughout all history, even I only dared absorb a ten thousand year ring as my fourth soul ring.
You want to cross the age limit at level 30 and force down a ten thousand year ring? You're digging your own grave!
Burst apart and die... let soul shock rip your consciousness to shreds! Die in this forest!
Tang San stared fixedly at Huo Yuhao, his eyes filled with the cold gleam of malice and curses.
But what happened next shattered every last one of his desperate hopes.
Facing the ten thousand year black ring bearing down with violent force, Huo Yuhao did not even blink. He simply sat cross-legged on the grass.
His hands formed a seal, pale golden light flickered in his pupils, and the two unusual soul rings at his feet-one white, one purple-instantly appeared.
"Draw!"
At Huo Yuhao's low shout, the pitch-black ten thousand year soul ring, so savage and defiant moments earlier, seemed to have been forcibly summoned by some supreme emperor. It transformed into a thick streak of black light and slammed into his body!
Buzz!!
The instant the violent ten thousand year soul power entered him, Huo Yuhao's clothes snapped and billowed!
But the expected gruesome sight of his body bursting apart and his meridians snapping never occurred!
A faint, lustrous glow of red and white naturally emerged across Huo Yuhao's skin.
This was the physique he had tempered by absorbing [Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass] and [Infernal Delicate Apricot] in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well!
The immense soul power, enough to burst an ordinary Soul Elder, crashed against his eight extraordinary meridians, which were as sturdy as refined gold. Rather than tearing his flesh apart, it produced dull, explosive clangs like metal striking metal!
Then the resentment the Purple Spirit Civet had unleashed before death transformed into a ferocious, roaring phantom beast. It charged viciously along his meridians and into Huo Yuhao's mind, attempting to stir up a fatal Soul Shock!
But...
When the Purple Spirit Civet's remnant soul rushed into Huo Yuhao's brow, what it saw was not the frail sea of consciousness of an ordinary twelve-year-old boy.
It was a boundless, supreme divine-level Sea of Consciousness, where golden waves surged a thousand meters high and divine might loomed as dreadfully as a prison!
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