Tang Hao and Spirit Hall shared an irreconcilable hatred. As an enemy, Tang Hao knew many of Spirit Hall's rules very well. Although Bibi Dong had not come in person, since Su Chen had produced Spirit Hall's Pope Token, his words could not possibly carry the slightest falsehood.
But this meant asking Tang Hao to sever his own left leg and right arm! As a Titled Douluo, he might not suffer a shattered martial soul or die, but once the soul bones left his body, his soul power would inevitably fall.
Tang Hao had cultivated painstakingly and finally become a Titled Douluo. If his soul power fell and he ceased to be a Titled Douluo, how could he possibly accept that?
"Tang Hao, don't you want your wife anymore? In my eyes, she's just a blade of blue silver grass, the sort you can find anywhere and trample whenever you please," Su Chen reminded him. His implication was clear: if Tang Hao refused his demands, Su Chen would certainly abuse Ah Yin.
Tang Hao: "..."
"Dad, don't agree to it," Tang San spoke up as Tang Hao wrestled with the decision.
"Little San, that's your own mother," Tang Hao said softly.
"Dad, Su Chen's greed knows no bounds. Even if you agree, he'll make more demands and keep making things difficult for you," Tang San analyzed calmly.
"Tang San, you've wronged me there. I just said this was my final demand. After all, you both come from the same village as me. Don't you know what kind of person I am?" Su Chen interjected.
Tang San: "..."
Tang Hao: "..."
Tang San and Tang Hao had no answer. They came from the same village as Su Chen and knew all too well what kind of person he was. Su Chen