The instant Tang Hao finished speaking, Long Yeyue spoke up.
She felt extremely angry.
"What Black Pig Spirit?
Are you blind, you little brat?"
"It can talk?
A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?
Are there still Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts on the Douluo Continent?
And a black pig Soul Beast at that."
No, that wasn't right. Tang Hao briefly sensed the black pig before him and found that she possessed no powerful aura.
A mere beast dared offend him, the Plane Master of the Douluo Continent, the great Lord Tang Hao. She had truly paved her own road to death.
Tang Hao instinctively moved to crush her to death, but just then, Long Yeyue unleashed her powerful dragon might-Pig Dragon's Dragon Might.
"Open your eyes wide and take a good look! I'm Long Yeyue, your master's wife!
Can't you see this great big Light Sacred Dragon Martial Soul of mine?
It's only been a few days, and you can't even recognize my Martial Soul anymore!"
"What bullshit Long Yeyue? What the hell are you talking about?"
As Tang Hao looked at the black pig before him, possessed by a light dragon Martial Soul, the utter dissonance between the sacred and the vulgar struck him as absurd.
Still, he stopped himself from striking to kill. After all, everything about this was strange:
She had the body of a Soul Beast, yet possessed a Martial Soul and pure human Soul Power, rather than the beast Soul Power of a Soul Beast.
Although both were Soul Power, they were easy to distinguish. Their underlying natures were different, after all.
But just then, something suddenly registered with Tang Hao:
"What did you say your name was?"
"I'm Long Yeyue! Are you really stupid, brat, or are you just pretending?
And what the hell have you been doing?