Chapter 149: Tang Hao's Killing Intent, Asura

His father was a blacksmith who was an alcoholic. Most of the money he earned from blacksmithing was spent by his father, Tang Hao, on drinking cheap liquor.

Faced with such a father, Tang San did not feel disgust or hatred. On the contrary, he felt a faint warmth. After all, he was an orphan in his previous life, and he was already very satisfied to have a father in this life.

Moreover, his constant drinking must have been due to some unavoidable hardship, and considering that he had never met his mother since childhood, Tang San naturally had some guesses in his mind.

Feeling the abundant strength in his limbs and his stomach constantly protesting, Tang San felt somewhat helpless.

Remembering that his father had gotten drunk again yesterday, he simply got out of bed and started boiling water to cook rice porridge by himself.

Fortunately, his body was nourished and strengthened by the Mysterious Heaven Skill, which was enough to move that large and heavy iron pot. Otherwise, Tang San really didn’t know how Dao would cook breakfast.

As the water gradually boiled, Tang San grabbed two handfuls of rice from the already thin rice bag and sprinkled them into the pot. A delicate aroma of rice slowly filled the air as time passed.

Tang Hao awoke from his drunken stupor, and before he knew it, murky tears were streaming down his face.

” Ah Yin!”

His voice was hoarse and aged, without a trace of anger.

He sat up in his small bed, remembering that he seemed to have a son. He shook his head, trying to banish the nightmare from yesterday.

He sat on the bed for a long time before he shakily stood up, ignoring the excruciating pain from his old injuries, and walked heavily towards the outside.

As soon as I lifted the curtain, a faint aroma of porridge wafted into my nostrils. A thought surfaced in my alcohol-induced haze: “When did I get up to cook breakfast?”

“Dad, are you awake? The porridge will be ready soon.”

A child’s voice rang out. Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see a little boy who looked no more than four years old, with dry hair and yellowish skin, standing on a rickety wooden stool, stirring something in a pot with a ladle. The boy then stopped what he was doing and looked at him with a smile.

“Um—-“

Tang Hao simply gave a curt reply and then returned to his room.

He picked up the broken wooden bucket, ignoring the murky, cold water inside, and plunged his entire head into it.

The cold, impurities -laden water washed over my head, instantly clearing my groggy mind.

Splash!

Suddenly looking up, water droplets scattered, and after letting out a long breath, Tang Hao casually tossed the wooden bucket to the ground and plopped back down on the bed.

The small bed creaked under the weight of the weight.

Images and details from the past flashed through my mind: several times I’d impulsively wanted to cover my son with a blanket only to find him sitting cross-legged on the bed; and how he’d never taught me to cook breakfast, yet always did; several times I hadn’t drunk too much, but I’d noticed my sons were always up earlier than me.

He decided to observe further, and a fleeting surge of powerful soul power flashed in Tang Hao’s eyes. Suddenly, he turned his head and met Tang San’s gaze as he entered through the curtain.

Tang San was startled. In his mind’s eye, he felt as if he were being suppressed by a terrifying mountain, but this feeling was fleeting and disappeared in an instant.

It’s strange that there are also Martial Artists on this Douluo Continent. Just now, a peerless expert happened to pass by.

Tang San’s alarm bells rang, and he subconsciously looked around, but found nothing.

“What’s up?”

Tang Hao’s voice came through, and Tang San, confirming that the powerful figure had likely left, breathed a sigh of relief. Meeting Tang Hao’s cloudy and dim eyes, he said, “Father, breakfast is ready.”

“I know. ” Tang Hao’s answer was very calm. Tang San wanted to ask his father if he knew the true situation of the Dao world, but seeing his father’s indifferent expression, he forcibly suppressed this impulse.

Forget it, my goal in this life is to recreate the Hidden Weapon that I failed to create before. My father is a blacksmith, so I can forge iron. Even if there are Martial Artists in this world, what does that have to do with a little kid from Holy Soul Village like me?

Thinking of this, Tang San left his father’s room. Tang Hao watched Tang San leave, remaining silent.

The next morning, after Tang San cooked the porridge, he walked briskly out of his house and climbed the small hill he had been eyeing.

At the same time, a burly, imposing figure appeared at the doorway, silently following Tang San O who was walking ahead.

He was burly, with muscles as firm as granite, yet he landed without a sound, like a ghost.

He watched the small figure climb the mountain step by step, cross-legged, and gaze at the rising sun, its rays shimmering in the sky, its eyes glowing with a faint purple light.

Watching the other person swiftly descend the hillside with mysterious steps.

Before anyone knew it, a giant, jet-black hammer was already held in one hand. The massive hammerhead had not yet touched the ground, but the ground was already cracking inch by inch. Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly outwards from the hammerhead.

The overwhelming aura dissipated with a roar, instantly silencing the chirping of insects and birds. Even the wind seemed to be subdued by this oppressive force, daring not to stir even a fraction.

A chilling Killing Intent emanated from Tang Hao’s body as if it were a tangible force, and two cold glints in his eyes pierced through the morning mist, so sharp that they seemed capable of penetrating everything.

He is still my son. Even if I don’t care about him, he must never be replaced by an unknown monster!

His right arm muscles were knotted and veins were bulging. His powerful Soul Power was running rampant. Even though the excruciating pain of his old wound tearing open swept through his body, he didn’t care. His killing move was gathering, waiting for a thunderous strike.

call!

With a long exhale, Tang Hao retracted the Martial Soul back into his body and walked heavily toward his blacksmith shop.

Ah Yin is gone, so it doesn’t matter whether she has a son or not. If I didn’t owe my father, my older brother, and the Sect so much, I would have gone to find her long ago.

Bathed in the morning light, his silhouette appeared so lonely and desolate.

What he didn’t notice was that as he prepared to swing the giant hammer, the white patterns on the black hammer also condensed to their maximum, seemingly ready to erupt at any moment.

However, as his murderous intent subsided, the white patterns on the hammer returned to normal.

Asura God, shrouded in a blood-red robe, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was so close! He was about to forcefully intervene in Tang Hao’s consciousness to make him restrain his murderous intent, but unexpectedly, the other party actually stopped himself in the end.

“Thank goodness, my secretly acquired inheritor almost got killed. And that Sea God, he saw everything I did, why didn’t he keep an eye on things? It’s like I’m working for him. I brought him in to share the blame, not to just take advantage of him.”

Asura God felt a toothache and, through the scene before him, his gaze fell on the child cooking porridge by the stove.

“And this Tang San, how come he’s so intimidating, openly cultivating right in front of his father? And what about this Ghost Shadow Perplexing Tracks? Doesn’t he know to avoid people when casting it? Is it reasonable for a four-year-old kid to cast Self-Created Spirit Ability?”

Forget it, forget it, it’ll only be hard work for a few dozen days at most, until God Position arrives. Once I inherit it, I’ll be much more relaxed.

As she spoke, Asura God seemed to remember something and chuckled, “Good and evil haven’t been behaving themselves lately, they seem to be eyeing the Lower Realm quite often. Luckily, there’s destruction, otherwise I wouldn’t have had the chance to slack off and find a successor.”

” Lord, are you really going to the human world?”

Beast God Di Tian, now in human form, looked solemn and asked Dao hesitantly.

Her hair, as black as a waterfall, was casually draped over her shoulders, highlighting her delicate, fair face. Yet, her eyes and brows revealed a coolness and serenity beyond her years.

Her fitted outfit accentuated her slender yet agile figure; a strand of her hair was twirled between her fingers, exuding a nonchalant air of superiority.

The Qi degree of life.

” The Auspicious Beast’s intuition cannot be wrong; the Child of the Plane of the Douluo Continent era must have already been born. Even if we don’t manage to bring him into our camp, just maintaining a good relationship with him will allow us to obtain some information when we truly retaliate against the traitors in the sky. Then this attempt to win him over will not have been in vain.”

Gu Yue’s voice was full of confidence.

“But didn’t Auspicious Beast say that the Child of the Plane’s perception was a bit strange?”

Di Tian reminded him with some concern.

“No matter how strange it is, Plane Will can no longer hide it. When Auspicious Beast accidentally discovered Tang Shan breaking free from his original destiny, it was destined that the Child of the Plane was completely under his control. After all, theoretically, besides Deity, only the Child of the Plane can drastically alter the original trajectory of destiny. According to Auspicious Beast, Tang Shan’s fate has changed more than just a little, which means the Child of the Plane is right beside him, hence the enormous influence.”

Gu Yue stood with her hands behind her back, her face showing a calm indifference that seemed to see through everything. An aura of profound and unyielding strength emanated from her. Of course, you should first ignore her obviously immature and youthful face.

Emperor Tian admired Dao: “Truly worthy of being called the Dragon God. ” The Avatar, Lord, inheriting the extraordinary wisdom of Dragon God, truly possesses unparalleled strategic brilliance and wisdom.

Gu Yue was very satisfied with Di Tian’s praise, although she didn’t know why, but the words sounded a little strange.

“Alright, Di Tian, we’ll be going now.”

Bi Ji stepped out from the side, took Gu Yue’s little hand, and looked at Di Tian.

“Okay, take care on your journey.”

Di Tian nodded and gave earnest instructions.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Lord.”

As he spoke, Bi Ji couldn’t help but pat Gu Yue’s head.

Gu Yue instinctively rubbed against him, then seemed to realize something, coughed lightly, and looked around as if nothing was amiss, as if there was something around her that interested her. For some reason, the tips of her small ears were already flushed.

” Sister Lord, please take me with you!”

A three-eyed golden lioness, its fur as dazzling as molten gold, crashed into Gu Yue’s arms, its two front paws clinging tightly to her thighs. Its large eyes were filled with tears, which fell like golden beans, and it cried pitifully.