"My sister is right. If Spirit Hall hadn't resorted to such despicable methods, how could we have ended up like this?" Tang San said, his voice brimming with killing intent.
Why had Tang San added soul rings to his Clear Sky Hammer? Ultimately, it was all because of Spirit Hall.
Every one of the Galaxy Fleet's seven members was stronger than Tang San.
And all seven were vicious beyond measure, ruthless enough to commit such utterly depraved acts. (This referred to trapping Xiao Wu and the others in illusions.)
That battle had utterly shattered Tang San's confidence, his pride, and everything he had.
Weak, pitiful, helpless!
Under that crushing oppression, Tang San could only choose to cultivate his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, hoping to turn everything that had happened in the illusion into reality.
But Tang San's actions played right into Spirit Hall's hands.
One trap followed another. Even Tang Hao's plan to take Tang San to awaken the Blue Silver Emperor had fallen within Spirit Hall's calculations. They had practically calculated the father and son's every move.
"You damaged my foundations, shattered my resolve, and severed my path to ascension! Spirit Hall, I will not rest until one of us is dead!"
Tang San's eyes were blood-red, filled with intense hatred. An icy killing aura radiated from him, sending the surrounding temperature plummeting and making space itself seem to freeze.
By this point, Tang San had already descended into madness.
"If we didn't sever your path and let you become a god instead, wouldn't that be a disaster?"
Qian Chongling, who loved nothing more than secretly stirring up trouble as the mastermind behind the scenes, nearly lost his composure and laughed aloud when he heard that.
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