The Fallen Moon Forest, the Pool of Ice and Fire.
A middle-aged man with a weathered face and stubble was staring at the person in front of him in disbelief, his eyes filled with horror:
"Eastern Pope! How is this possible? How could you have known I was here!"
The Eastern Pope frowned slightly as he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. This man had only one arm and one leg, and he couldn't possibly match the figure who had caused such a ruckus in the Martial Hall.
Moreover, the power fluctuations emanating from the man were only around level seventy. Even if he faced the Eastern Pope, who had not changed his system, he would be instantly killed.
But that face compelled the Eastern Pope to believe it, and with a hint of doubt, he uttered three words:
"Tang Ritian?"
Indeed, the weathered man with one arm and short legs in front of me is Tang Ritian, the father of the chosen one of the Martial Soul World!
Zhou Xingdou had naturally guessed the man's identity long ago. After all, they had only been there a short time when this man appeared to protect Silver Grass Emperor. Moreover, with only one arm and one leg, it was almost impossible for him to be anyone else.
Zhou Xingdou looked at Tang Ritian with a hint of curiosity, after all, there were many rumors about the father of this chosen one in his previous life.
For example, in order to achieve the title of the youngest, he deliberately put himself and Alan in a desperate situation so that Alan, a 100,000-year-old transformed demon, could be sacrificed.
However, in Stephen Chow's opinion, this person is just a simple-minded fool and probably doesn't have that kind of cunning.
After all, the youngest title holder in the Martial Soul Continent was holed up in a small mountain village, drinking all day long and neglecting his son. He even had Tang Gou San, who was not as tall as the stove, cook for him every day.
That is to say, Tang Gou San is a transmigrator, a chosen one of this world; otherwise, he would probably either have been spoiled by him or starved to death.
The Eastern Pope and Tang Ritian were enemies, and enemies are bound to be extremely hostile towards each other. However, the difference in their strength had long since become worlds apart, so Zhou Xingdou naturally did not need to personally deal with a cripple.
Tang Ritian's eyes were bloodshot. He couldn't understand how the Eastern Pope could have found this place, even though his son had assured him that the Martial Hall could never have discovered it.
With his current strength, dealing with petty villains is not a problem, but facing a titled expert, especially one of the most powerful titles in the Martial Soul Continent besides the ultimate experts, would undoubtedly be suicide.
Even so, he could not retreat an inch, for behind him lay the one he loved, whom he would protect even at the cost of his life.
Thinking of this, Tang Ritian gritted his teeth, and seven crystal-clear beast rings rose from his feet. A heavy, black hammer appeared in his one-armed hand, and the hammerhead struck down, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
But the Eastern Pope was not as concerned about this youngest recipient of the title as before; she finally understood Zhou Xingdou's words from back then.
What a weak force!
She was so frail that she felt she would shatter at the slightest touch or disintegrate at the slightest breath, like an ant crawling on the ground, which aroused her pity.
But at this moment, Zhou Xingdou suddenly said to the Eastern Pope:
"Tang Gou San was right after all. Tang Ri Tian and Yin Cao Huang are indeed here, and Tang Ri Tian has become crippled."
These words immediately froze Tang Ritian, who was prepared to fight to the death. His first instinct was disbelief in Zhou Xingdou's words, and he angrily cursed:
"You're talking nonsense! How could my son be such a shameless person as your Martial Hall!"
Zhou Xingdou naturally wouldn't stoop to the level of an ant, and besides, he was cursing the Martial Hall, so what did it have to do with him?
Moreover, Stephen Chow thought of a fun way to play, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:
"Don't get excited. Now that it's confirmed you're here, your son will be an honorary member of the Martial Hall. Even your precious son has been scolded for saying that."
In fact, Stephen Chow's words were very ordinary, without much skill. Under normal circumstances, he probably wouldn't have been able to coax Tang Ritian.
But things are different now. With the skill of "bewitching" at the beginner level, Zhou Xingdou's words, though somewhat plain and not enough to make Tang Ritian believe them directly, can still make Tang Ritian involuntarily develop doubts.
Tang Ritian now seemed to have lost his senses, and the more he thought about it, the more something seemed wrong. Yes, when he was in the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Pool, no one except his son could have known.
Moreover, his own son had brought him here to plant Alan, and the Eastern Pope had arrived here not long after he left—it was all too coincidental.
But Tang Ritian eventually remembered the medicine Tang Gou San had prepared for him, and the love and respect he had shown to his irresponsible father since childhood, which dispelled the temptation in his heart.
However, this also made Tang Ritian's face turn grief-stricken, because he also thought of an unacceptable possibility: that his son had been captured by the Martial Hall and had been subjected to severe torture before revealing his whereabouts!
That must be it.
Thinking that her entire life had been ruined by the Martial Hall, she had just seen hope for a happy life in her son, but then she received this terrible news.
This made Tang Ritian's already broken state even worse, causing him a sharp pain in his heart and blood to trickle from the corner of his mouth.
"The Martial Hall killed my Alan and bullied my son. Today, I, Tang Ritian, will fight you to the death!"
The silver-blue grass seemed to be sobbing, its huge leaves gently stroking Tang Ritian's back, as if supporting his decision.
Zhou Xingdou was not in a hurry when Tang Ritian interrupted his bewitching state. After all, even if Tang Ritian returned to his peak, he was still just an ant that he could kill with a flick of his wrist.
Moreover, the Bewitchment skill is a passive skill and doesn't consume any resources from the user. He then looked at the furious Tang Ritian with a playful expression and said...
"Is that really still your son?"
Zhou Xingdou's words interrupted Tang Ritian's spellcasting. This time, Zhou Xingdou took the initiative to use the Bewitchment skill, which was completely different from when he didn't use Bewitchment.
"What do you mean? My son inherited my martial spirit, how could he not be my son!"
Tang Ritian was filled with boundless curiosity about Zhou Xingdou's words and asked through gritted teeth.
He didn't know why he was stopped by a single sentence when he had clearly made up his mind to die, but he felt that not knowing the truth behind that sentence would be more painful than death itself.
The still-graceful silver-blue grass paused, its heart pointing towards Zhou Xingdou, as if watching him intently, wanting to see what he would say.
"What I mean is, is the soul in that body still your child?"
"Aren't you surprised? Your child has never been taught by you since childhood, yet he knows everything."
Besides, didn't you secretly observe him for a while? Do you think a child could easily invent those so-called hidden weapons?
"My son is a prodigy, with the blood of the Silver Grass Emperor and the Tang family flowing through his veins, it's only natural that he's intelligent..."
Tang Ritian was naturally stubborn, but doubts were already growing in his heart.
Yes, my son has been extremely mature since he was a child, and he has a lot of wonderful ideas. Sometimes he does strange things and says strange things.
This is the terrifying power of bewitching skills; even if you think it's impossible and stubbornly refuse to admit it, you still can't help but have doubts in your heart.
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