Having nine soul rings meant that the man was a Titled Douluo!
His last soul ring was blood-red. That meant its age had reached a hundred thousand years!
A hundred thousand years! Even among Spirit Hall's many elders, including Ghost Leopard Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo, no one except Bibi Dong had ever obtained a soul ring of that age.
"Are you Uncle Tang Hao?" Su Chen suddenly asked.
The man in black froze, his footsteps stopping short. "Su Chen, how did you recognize me?" he asked in surprise.
Su Chen's lips curled smugly. "That smell of iron on you that only a blacksmith would have, mixed with the stink of sweat from not bathing for months... it would be hard not to recognize you!"
Huh!
Tang Hao was taken aback. Did Su Chen's words count as an insult?
Su Chen chuckled and said with a smile, "Uncle Tang Hao, I was only guessing at first. I didn't expect it to really be you."
Tang Hao remained silent. Su Chen had actually recognized him. This had not been part of his plan. He had not even had a chance to deliver the impressive lines he had prepared!
Su Chen paused, then continued, "Uncle Tang Hao, did you call me out this late to take me for a midnight snack?"
A midnight snack?
Su Chen naturally knew that Tang Hao was not taking him for a midnight snack. He had come to stand up for his son, Tang San.
At Su Chen's words, Tang Hao's gaze flickered beneath his cloak. He felt somewhat embarrassed. But then he remembered how Su Chen's reminder had exposed Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, bringing him untold trouble. At that thought, he said coldly, "Su Chen, cut the nonsense. You like beating people