Tang San considered himself no more than a small fry, and he cared little for great deeds.
What he longed for was a simple life filled with love.
The love of friends and relatives, the love of family, and the love of a partner who might someday come into his life.
Yet the shackles of his bloodline kept him from fulfilling that wish.
His father belonged to the direct lineage of the greatest sect under heaven and was also the youngest Titled Douluo.
Yet against a true colossus like Spirit Hall, even he had ended up with his wife lost, his child separated from him, and his family shattered.
Worse, his actions had endangered his sect, leaving him to atone through self-inflicted torment.
From Tang San's perspective, he could not blame Tang Hao in the slightest. Even though his father had all but neglected him at first, he had later come to his senses and fulfilled his responsibilities as a father.
So when Tang San learned what Tang Hao was enduring, anger and impulse surged within him. Still, he urged himself to remain calm. This was the path his father had chosen.
What he needed to do was help keep his father from suffering any further persecution.
As long as they endured those four years, everyone could have a happy ending.
But now, Tang San understood that things would never be so simple.
His companion Li Ke had been attacked by villains and left mentally unhinged.
And enemies from another continent had come to kill him.
These fools who knew nothing always insisted on obstructing his goodwill and kindness, destroying his peace.
What was he, Tang San, supposed to do?
There was only one answer: kill!
He moved!
After protecting Li Ke with the Life-Creating Cocoon and helping heal her,