As he spoke, Tang Hao slowly raised his right hand. A black light gathered in his palm, finally taking the shape of an enormous Clear Sky Hammer.
At the same time, nine Soul Rings quietly appeared around Tang Hao-two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red-hanging at different points around his body.
"Your Excellency, what is the meaning of this?" At the sight before him, the Grandmaster felt a chill crawl down his spine. His entire body shuddered involuntarily as he asked in a trembling voice.
Hearing this, Tang Hao suddenly grew agitated. An uncertain light flickered in his eyes, and with a flash, he appeared directly before the Grandmaster.
Tang Hao seized the Grandmaster by the throat and lifted him high into the air. "Yu Xiaogang, tell me! What happened to the Soul Rings on Little San's Clear Sky Hammer? Were you the one who told him to cultivate his second Martial Soul?"
This time, the Grandmaster did not even have a chance to resist. He could only stare at Tang Hao. Though he struggled to breathe, he managed to explain, "Your Excellency, you've misunderstood. I wasn't the one who told Little San to cultivate his second Martial Soul."
"It wasn't you? Then who was it?" Tang Hao froze briefly and asked in confusion.
The Grandmaster struggled to explain, "He decided to do it himself."
At those words, Tang Hao's eyes widened. His features twisted into a hideous knot, his entire face turning purplish red. He panted like an ox, so furious he seemed ready to explode.
"Little San, Little San, you unfilial son!" Beside himself with anger and alarm, Tang Hao flailed his arm, an uncontrollable fury blazing in his eyes. With just a slight swing, he hurled the Grandmaster away with irresistible force.
"Aaah!"
A miserable