570. A Frog in a Well? Tang San, Run!

Boom!

Fifteen minutes after Ice Empress left, the clouds parted, revealing the moon.

The ice shattered.

Tang San gasped for breath, his face twisted in fury.

"Hah! A frog in a well—how could you possibly know the power of my Tang Sect’s Mysterious Heaven Skill?"

If it were any other Soul Elder trapped inside that ice,

They might really have been doomed—

Even their soul power would have been frozen, unable to circulate.

But he was Tang San of the Tang Sect!

If others could be trapped, did they think he could be too?

Ridiculous!

"No matter who your master is, if you dare touch Xiao Wu—you’re dead!"

Tang San wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Under the moonlight, cold air radiated from his body as he swiftly followed the trail of blood forward.

Leaving behind only shattered ice.

But who was really the frog in the well?

Tang San had no idea.

Ice Empress, following Qian Renjue’s orders, had deliberately held back a great deal of her cold energy while standing over Tang San’s head.


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In Front of the Fourth Prince’s Estate

By the time Tang San arrived, Xiao Wu had already been inside for nearly fifteen minutes.


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Inside the Estate

Xiao Wu carefully poured hot tea for Qian Renxue, who raised an eyebrow as she took a sip.

"Jue, that thing is coming."

Qian Renjue gave a slight nod, then turned toward Ice Empress, who was massaging his shoulders.

His voice was soft.

"Ice Empress, Xiao Wu—you two, get ready."

"Mm, I’ll handle it."

Ice Empress grinned, pulling her black hood over her head as she silently left the room.

Meanwhile—

Xiao Wu ran to the bed.

She messed up the sheets, poured some wine over them, then curled up under the blanket—

Hugging herself tightly.

Only her head was peeking out.

"Holy Son, do I look like someone who’s just been bullied?"

"Not bad, but your face is too dry."

Qian Renjue chuckled, dipping his fingertip into the tea and flicking two drops onto Xiao Wu’s eyes.

"There, now you look the part."

"Heehee~"

Xiao Wu giggled sweetly, wrapped snugly in the blanket.

Behind Qian Renxue—

Ah Yin, massaging her shoulders, turned toward the loud crash from outside.

Boom!

Tang San had smashed the door open with his Clear Sky Hammer.

Qian Renxue glanced toward the corner of the room—

Where a young man sat.

Flaming red-brown hair.

A gloomy, pale complexion.

His posture slightly hunched, like a debauched playboy who had been drained by wine and women.

But his eyes were empty.

His mind was already under Qian Renxue’s spiritual suppression, turning him into a puppet.

Dressed in a bathrobe, courtesy of Qian Renjue.

"Jue, are you sure that after something like this, Tang San will still compete in the Soul Master Tournament?"

Qian Renxue’s eyes narrowed.

"Sister, if he refuses, Xiao Wu can persuade him to participate."

Qian Renjue smiled.

"The only one doing the killing is a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master—not a Clear Sky Hammer Soul Master."

"Oh?"

Qian Renxue’s golden eyes flashed.

"You mean Tang San will use his Clear Sky Hammer? But his spirit rings..."

"Zhuqing is there. His rings are no big deal."

Qian Renjue smirked.

For that rebellious disciple who wanted to defy her teacher—

He felt a little proud.

"Yu Xiaogang is still counting on Tang San to make a name for himself."

Qian Renjue added with a casual chuckle.

"..."

Qian Renxue hesitated but said nothing.

She thought back—

Tang San had done exactly that before.

Even when his Clear Sky Hammer was exposed, he still competed in the Soul Master Tournament.

"As long as you’re confident, I’ll follow your lead."

Qian Renxue gazed at Qian Renjue with admiration and affection.

When it came to strategy against enemies,

She really had to listen to Jue more.

Compared to her—

Compared even to Bibi Dong—

Qian Renjue was more suited to be the Pope.


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Outside the Estate

Boom!

Tang San didn’t even glance at the plaque above the door.

His hammer swung down, smashing the gate of the Fourth Prince’s residence.

"Who’s there? A Soul Master?!"


Under Qian Renxue’s control

The ordinary people in the Fourth Prince’s residence didn’t confront Tang San directly.

Instead, they used the opportunity to guide him to Xiao Wu’s room.

“Anyone who blocks me—dies!”

Tang San retracted his Clear Sky Hammer.

Right now, hidden weapons were clearly more efficient.

The prince’s estate descended into chaos.

Dressed in a black robe, Ice Empress appeared—her acting was a little exaggerated.

“Impossible! How are you still alive?!”

Tang San sneered.

“Hah! You’re too arrogant—and you underestimate me too much.”

“Then let’s test that again!”

Ice Empress let out a cold, raspy laugh, then added sinisterly:

“Keh keh... My master may have already finished playing with her.”

“You’re dead!”

Tang San’s eyes flared with rage, and he charged at Ice Empress.

She intentionally dragged out the fight, but in just a few exchanges—

She pierced Tang San’s shoulder.

Then, just as the Clear Sky Hammer came crashing down—

Boom!

Ice Empress shattered herself before she could be hit, retreating into her spirit ring.

She had no intention of actually being smashed.



BAM!

Bloodstained and seething, Tang San stormed into the room.

“Xiao Wu!”

“Wuuu~”

Soft sobbing reached his ears—his pupils shrank in shock.

As he focused, his mind went blank.

Xiao Wu’s tearful, fragile eyes slowly lifted, piercing his heart like a knife.

And beside the bed—

A man stood there.

His back was turned to Tang San, his hands adjusting his clothes as if he had just finished dressing.

Tang San’s eyes turned blood-red, his breathing heavy like an enraged beast.

“Who are you?”

The man turned around, his nose in the air, arrogance written all over his face.

"The one who's going to kill you!"

Tang San gritted his teeth.

No more words—he swung the Clear Sky Hammer straight at him!

"No! Stop!"

At the last moment—

The man’s eyes cleared, regaining control of his body.

But it was too late.

CRACK!

His skull exploded.

His lips could never form another word again.



In the past, perhaps Tang San wouldn’t have acted so rashly.

But who was he?

He was Tang San of the Tang Sect!

The man who raised himself, a future Titled Douluo, one of the strongest on the continent!

He had the strength and the authority!

Tang San bent down, gripping his hammer tightly, preparing to smash the corpse into pulp.

But then—

A sharp scream pierced his ears.

“AH—!”

The blanket around Xiao Wu slipped off, revealing her fully intact clothing underneath.

Tang San froze.

“Xiao Wu?! You—”

“Tang San, what are you thinking?! Do you actually wish something happened to me?!”

Xiao Wu’s tear-filled eyes held a hint of accusation.

"Of course not!"

Tang San frantically denied it, shaking his head.

But his face—

Was full of relief.

Xiao Wu was still clean!



"Tang San, what’s going on with your spirit rings?! Why is your martial soul a hammer?!"

Xiao Wu’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the three spirit rings under Tang San’s feet—

Purple, white, purple.

Tang San stiffened.

He was still standing on a headless corpse, his face splattered with brain matter—

How was he supposed to explain this?!

Then—

Shouts erupted outside.

"Murder! Murder! Somebody, help!"

"Ah!"

Xiao Wu gasped, eyes filled with urgency.

“Tang San, you need to run! That bastard you just killed—was the Fourth Prince of the Empire!”

“WHAT?!”

Tang San’s eyes widened.

He was caught completely off guard.

Could his Titled Douluo father even shield him from this?!

“Tang San, RUN!”

Xiao Wu hurled a pillow at his face, snapping him out of his daze.

“But Xiao Wu—if I run, what about you?!”