The Douluo God Realm, the Asura God Temple.
A sea of blood-red clouds churned, and dark-gold divine rune stone gleamed coldly in the scarlet light.
The Asura God sat on an obsidian throne. The curtain of water before him clearly reflected Tang Hao's furious expression-that black robe looked especially jarring in the morning light filtering through the forest. The hatred in his eyes almost seemed ready to burst through the water mirror, and even the blood dripping between his fingers was clearly visible.
"Heh. Tang Hao, oh, Tang Hao."
The Asura God's voice was low and hoarse, with the rasp of metal scraping against metal.
"I was still wondering how to turn the Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall into irreconcilable enemies, yet here you are, taking the initiative."
His fingertip swept across the water mirror, enlarging the image of Tang Hao's clenched fist until even the blood between his fingers was clearly visible.
"For the sake of power, Tang Chen's grandson is indeed more ruthless than he was."
No sooner had he spoken than another curtain of water beside him suddenly lit up, revealing a damp cave. Several torches were wedged into its walls, their dancing flames illuminating a thin young man-Tang San.
He wore blue-green martial attire washed almost white and held tiny metal components in his hands, intently assembling something, oblivious even to the sweat sliding down his temples.
Tang San's fingertips moved nimbly among the components. Sweat trickled down his temples, but his concentration never wavered.
Two blueprints lay flat on the stone table. One depicted the Storm Pear Blossom Needle, its densely packed fine needles labeled with measurements. The other depicted the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, a lotus-shaped hidden weapon with an intricate structure and a sharp cutting edge carved into every petal.
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