Facing a youth who looked exactly like his younger self on the Douluo Continent, Tang San's eyes filled with horror. Everything happening now had gone completely beyond his understanding, like a nightmare from which he could never wake.
"The Tang Sect doesn't need you anymore, Tang San, because I can make the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus too." The youth sneered and waved the three Buddha's Fury Tang Lotuses in his hand, curling his lip in contempt. "Not just the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus. I've already made the Peacock Plume and the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles as well. You're nothing but a clown clumsily imitating me, yet you call yourself the Tang Sect's greatest genius. Have you no shame?"
"..." Tang San shook his head like a madman and asked the youth in bewilderment, "You... what's your name?"
"Me? My name is Tang Hao!" The youth roared with laughter. "Tang San, don't I look like your daddy?"
Hearing this, Tang San flew into a rage. Under the influence of these scenes divorced from reality and his repeated emotional upheavals, the pitiful God King Tang had completely lost control of his reason. All he wanted now was to kill this youth who looked exactly like him. Perhaps that was the way to escape this illusion.
He now bitterly regretted not simply sending an avatar down to the mortal world to forcibly suppress Huo Yuhao. Even Tang San himself had never imagined that Huo Yuhao had long known he was plotting behind the scenes, and had even stepped into the game himself to lure him out.
"Elders, killing this brat would be all well and good, but it wouldn't serve as a warning to anyone who might want to violate our sect's rules in the future. Since he believes himself to be the