#570 - Frog in the well? Tang Xiaosan, run!
Bang!
Half a quarter of an hour after the Ice Empress left, the clouds parted and the ice shattered.
Tang San panted, his face contorted.
"Heh, a frog in a well, how would he know the power of my Tang Sect's Xuan Tian Gong!"
If it had been any other Soul Grandmaster trapped just now.
Perhaps they really would have had to wait for death, even their soul power would have been frozen and unable to circulate.
But he is Tang San from the Tang Sect!
Able to trap others.
Could he be trapped? Ridiculous!
"No matter who your master is, anyone who dares to touch Little Wu deserves to die!"
Tang San wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
In the moonlight, he emitted a cold aura and quickly followed the trail of blood forward.
Leaving only ice shards all over the ground.
Who is the frog in the well, how would Tang San know?
The Ice Empress was just following Qian Renjue's instructions, when standing above Tang San.
She restrained a lot of the cold air.
——
In front of the Fourth Prince's mansion.
By the time Tang San found this place, Little Wu had been captured for more than half an incense stick's time.
Inside the room.
Qian Renxue enjoyed the hot tea offered by Little Wu, her eyebrows twitching.
"Jue, that thing has arrived."
Qian Renjue nodded slightly, raised his eyes to look at the Ice Empress kneading his shoulders, and said softly:
"Ice Empress, Little Wu, get ready."
"Okay, I'll go now."
The Ice Empress smiled and nodded, put on her black hat, and sneaked out of the room.
And Little Wu ran quickly to the bed.
Messing up the bedding, pouring wine on it, and then sitting in the quilt, tightly hugging her chest.
Only her head was exposed.
"Your Highness, Holy Son, do you think Little Wu looks like she's been bullied like this?"
"Not bad, but her face is a bit too dry."
Qian Renjue said with a smile.
His fingertip dipped into the tea, and with a flick of his finger, two drops of tea landed on the corner of Little Wu's eye.
"It looks more like it now."
"Hehe."
Little Wu wrapped herself in the quilt, giggling sweetly.
A Yin stood behind Qian Renxue, kneading her shoulders, looking in the direction where the loud noise came from.
Tang San directly broke through the door with the Clear Sky Hammer.
Qian Renxue glanced at the young man in the corner.
He had dazzling red-brown long hair, a gloomy and somewhat pale face.
His body was slightly hunched.
He looked like a playboy whose body had been hollowed out by wine and women.
At this time.
His eyes were empty.
His consciousness had been suppressed by Qian Renxue's mental power and turned into a puppet.
He was wearing the bathrobe that Qian Renjue had changed for him.
"Jue, are you sure Tang San will continue to participate in the Soul Master Competition after something like this happens?"
Qian Renxue looked to the side.
"Sister, if he doesn't participate, Little Wu can help him come up with ideas and let him participate."
Qian Renjue smiled and explained:
"The one who killed people is only the Blue Silver Grass Soul Master for now, not the Clear Sky Hammer Soul Master."
"Oh?"
Qian Renxue's eyes flickered slightly.
"You mean Tang San will use the Clear Sky Hammer to compete? But his soul rings."
"With Zhuqing here, his soul rings are just so-so."
Qian Renjue said smugly.
He was still a little proud of that rebellious disciple who wanted to surpass his master.
"Yu Xiaogang is still counting on Tang San to become famous."
Qian Renjue added softly.
"…"
Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment and didn't say much.
Thinking back.
Tang San was really like that.
Even if he exposed the Clear Sky Hammer, he still participated in the Soul Master Competition.
"It's good if you're confident, I'll listen to you."
Qian Renxue looked at Qian Renjue with infatuation and a hint of admiration.
It seems that in this kind of enemy situation.
She really has to listen to Jue more.
Qian Renjue is more suitable to be the Pope than her, or even Bibi Dong.
Boom!
Tang San didn't even look at the plaque.
He slammed the gate of the Fourth Prince's mansion with a hammer.
"Who is it? A Soul Master?"
Under Qian Renxue's control, those ordinary people didn't confront Tang San head-on.
Instead, they took the opportunity.
To tell Tang San the location of Little Wu's room.
"Those who stand in my way die!"
Tang San put away the Clear Sky Hammer. At this time, it was clear that hidden weapons were more efficient.
The Prince's mansion became a mess.
The Ice Empress appeared in a black robe, her acting a bit exaggerated.
"How is it possible that you're not dead?!"
Tang San sneered, "Heh, you are too arrogant and underestimate me too much."
"Then let's try again!"
The Ice Empress let out a hoarse and cold laugh, and added sinisterly:
"Hehehe, the master may have finished wiping his gun."
"You're courting death!"
Tang San's eyes widened with anger, and he immediately charged towards the Ice Empress.
In the Ice Empress's deliberate actions.
After only a moment of fighting, the Ice Empress pierced Tang San's shoulder.
Then, she exploded in advance when the Clear Sky Hammer was about to smash down.
She didn't want to be really hit.
She returned to the soul ring.
Bang!
Tang San was stained with blood, and stormed into the room aggressively.
"Little Wu!"
"Wuuu~"
All he heard was Little Wu's sobbing, and Tang San's pupils trembled.
Looking closely.
Looking at Little Wu's appearance, his brain went blank.
Those teary, haggard, and affectionate eyes slowly lifted, causing his heart to ache.
There was even a man standing by the bed.
His back was to him, his hands on his chest, as if he had just put on his clothes.
Tang San's eyes turned blood red, and he gasped for breath.
"Who are you?"
Xue Beng turned around, his nostrils facing the sky, his face full of arrogance.
"The one who will kill you!"
Tang San gritted his teeth.
Without saying a word, he swung the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand and smashed it head-on.
"Ah, no!"
At the last moment, Xue Beng finally regained control of his body.
But what greeted him was his head splitting open.
He could no longer speak.
If it were in the past.
Tang San might not have been so reckless.
But who is he?
He is Tang San of the Tang Sect!
His father, who is both a father and a mother to him, is the peak combat power of the continent, a Titled Douluo!
He has the ability and the confidence.
Tang San bent over, swung his hammer to gather strength, just about to swing the hammer and turn Xue Beng into mud.
The scream in his ear was enough to pierce his eardrums.
"Ah——"
The quilt on Little Wu's body fell off, revealing her complete clothes underneath.
Tang San quickly looked up and was immediately stunned.
"Little Wu? You. !"
"Tang Xiaosan, what do you mean? Do you want something to happen to Sister Little Wu?"
Little Wu's eyes were full of tears, but they were filled with worry.
"Of course not!"
Tang San quickly denied, shaking his head quickly.
But his face was full of joy.
Little Wu is still clean!
"Tang Xiaosan, what's going on with your soul rings? Why has your martial soul turned into a hammer?"
Little Wu looked at the three purple and white soul rings under Tang San's feet.
Her eyes were filled with astonishment.
"Uh, this, this is because—"
Tang San was stunned.
His face was covered in brain matter, and he was standing on a headless corpse, not knowing how to explain.
An urgent shout came from outside.
"Murder, murder! Someone come quickly."
"Ah!"
Little Wu suddenly exclaimed.
Looking at Tang San, she said anxiously:
"Tang Xiaosan, run quickly. That beast just now was the Fourth Prince of the Empire!"
"What?!"
Tang San's eyes widened.
He was caught off guard by this news.
Can his Titled Douluo father withstand this crime?!
"Tang Xiaosan, run quickly!"
Little Wu threw the pillow at Tang San's face, and Tang San finally woke up as if from a dream.
"But Little Wu... what about you if I run away?"
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[I wish everyone a happy Year of the Snake! Everything goes well and all wishes come true!]
