Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Tang San didn't urge him, but just watched him quietly.

Tang Hao's brows furrowed even more.

"It was Qian Xunji who led the team. As for who else was there... I can't remember. The situation was too chaotic at the time. I was only focused on protecting your mother and didn't have the mind to remember those people's faces."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"Moreover, I have always felt that since they are all from the Spirit Hall, they are all the same. Qian Xunji is the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and the people he brings are naturally the lackeys of the Spirit Hall. Everyone in the Spirit Hall should die, and the Spirit Hall itself should not exist."

Tang San's eyelids twitched slightly.

He neither refuted Tang Hao's words nor echoed them.

The Tang San of today is no longer as extreme as he was in his previous life. Under the subtle influence of Cinderella, he has become much more rational.

In his view, revenge, like any other action, must be directed at specific individuals.

Whoever attacked them back then, they should be held accountable. Find those people, kill them, and make them pay for their crimes in blood.

As for the others in the Spirit Hall, those who did not participate in the encirclement and suppression, or even those who did not know about this matter, why should they be buried with them?

Tang San thought this to himself, but he didn't say it out loud.

He knows Tang Hao too well.

Tang Hao is the kind of person who, once he's made up his mind about something, will never change it, not even ten oxen could pull him back.

He hated the Spirit Hall, he had hated it for so many years, a hatred etched into his very bones, a hatred that made him grit his teeth. In his eyes, the Spirit Hall was synonymous with evil, and everyone in the Spirit Hall deserved to die.

Tang San disagreed, but didn't want to argue with him about it.

Pointless.

Seeing Tang San's silent demeanor, Tang Hao assumed he was contemplating a plan for revenge, and hope rekindled in his eyes.

"Little San, although you are only a Soul Emperor now, your talent is much stronger than your father's back then. As long as you continue to cultivate diligently, you will be able to break through to the Title Douluo level in just a few years."

He stepped forward, reached out, and patted Tang San's shoulder heavily.

"When the time comes, my son and I will join forces and surely wipe out the Spirit Hall!"

Tang San did not respond.

He simply sighed softly to himself.

Sweep away the Spirit Hall.

Tang Hao made it sound so easy.

He, a level 95 Title Douluo, with a Soul Emperor son, thought he could wipe out the Spirit Hall?

How many Title Douluos does the Spirit Hall have?

Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, Thousand-Pound Douluo, Demon-Slaying Douluo, Golden Crocodile Douluo...

He had heard of at least ten of them.

Not to mention the Spirit Hall, which currently holds the title of the world's number one, the invincible Qian Daoliu.

With such strength, let alone a Soul Emperor like him, even Tang Hao himself would be far from being a match for him.

What makes Tang Hao think they can win?

Driven by passion? By hatred? By that Haotian Hammer?

Tang San lowered his eyes, concealing the emotions within.

He won't seek revenge now.

He was still too weak; his level 60+ soul power couldn't even make a splash in front of a Title Douluo.

We'll have to wait until he's strong enough.

He waited until he was confident he could escape unscathed from the siege of Title Douluos.

He waited until he was sure he wouldn't die in vain.

As for the motivation for revenge

Tang San glanced at the Blue Silver Grass swaying quietly in the pale golden light, then looked at Tang Hao, who was squatting in front of it and whispering something.

Chapter 528 Soul Bone

Tang San has some feelings for Ah Yin.

But not many.

After all, they had never seen it before.

From the blacksmith shop in Holy Soul Village to the academy in Notting City, from Shrek Academy's training grounds to Hell Road in Slaughter City, the word "mother" never existed in his life.

For him, Ah Yin is more like a concept, a symbol, a name that Tang Hao now talks about and has engraved in his heart.

Tang Hao also failed to provide him with a good family atmosphere, preventing him from having any expectations of family.

Without expectations, there will be no feelings.

I won't be disappointed, I won't miss them, and I won't think of their faces in the quiet of the night.

Therefore, his current feelings for Ah Yin are not enough to make him risk his life.

Tang San's feelings for Tang Hao were even weaker, to the point that they were almost negligible.

There is only one person in his heart.

Cinderella.

The person who had been by his side since the beginning of Holy Soul Village, the person who gave him warmth and support when he was most lonely and helpless.

She is his reason for living in this world, his motivation to become stronger, and the meaning of his desperate cultivation.

As for revenge

If he becomes strong enough in the future, and if the right opportunity arises, he will be willing to do it as a favor.

But that's about it.

He wouldn't be like Tang Hao, who etched hatred into his bones and staked the entire meaning of his remaining life on the word "revenge."

He has more important things to do and more important people to protect.

Tang San lowered his eyes, suppressing those surging thoughts back into his heart.

Tang Hao didn't care that Tang San didn't speak.

Tang Hao has never cared what others think.

What he believes is right. The path he chooses is correct.

He doesn't care at all what others think of him.

Tang San withdrew his gaze and looked again at the Blue Silver Grass swaying quietly in the pale golden light.

Tang Hao took a deep breath, turned around, and walked to the side of the stone chamber.

He raised his hand and slammed it hard against the stone wall beside him.

A crisp "snap" sounded particularly clear in the silent cave.

A dark object fell from the sky and landed in Tang Hao's hands.

Tang Hao weighed the object in his hand, then turned and walked towards Tang San.

It was a black box, about a foot long, half a foot wide, and less than two inches thick.

The box had no patterns or decorations on its surface; it was just a bare piece of black iron, shiny black, as if it had been wiped countless times.

Tang Hao handed it to Tang San.

"Open it and take a look."

Tang San took the black box; it felt very heavy.

He raised an eyebrow slightly; the box was much heavier than he had expected.

With his current strength, he could easily lift several hundred kilograms with one hand, but this small black box made his wrist feel slightly heavy.

It weighs at least forty or fifty pounds.

Tang San placed the black box on the stone platform next to him and examined it carefully.

The box is made of lead.

Because of his work in forging hidden weapons, Tang San has some knowledge of metals.

Lead has a high density, soft texture, and low melting point, and is often used to make radiation-proof containers.

The use of lead in the box indicates that the contents are extremely sensitive to light, temperature, and certain unseen energies.

There was no lock on the box, only a tiny clasp.

Tang San gently flicked the latch with his fingernail, and the lid slowly opened a crack.

An unparalleled surge of energy burst forth from that crevice.

The aura was so intense that Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was released on its own in that instant, forming a dark blue phantom of a sea of ​​grass behind him.

The blue silver grass cheered, jumped for joy, and paid homage to that aura.

Although the aura was powerful, it was not violent.

It is gentle, as gentle as a spring breeze, as gentle as a mother's hand.

Tang San's fingers paused slightly.

He completely opened the lid of the box.

Inside the lead box, a piece of soul bone lay quietly.

It's the right leg bone.

Among the six major soul bones, the right leg bone is undoubtedly ranked low.

The skull, left arm bone, right arm bone, trunk bones, left leg bone, and right leg bone are all part of the skull. The right leg bone is generally considered to be less valuable than the other parts.

However, the right leg bone in front of us is somewhat different.