"Whoosh-!"

Amidst the ear-piercing roar, a huge curtain of water rose into the sky.

Under the waterfall, the figure rising into the air shone with bronze brilliance, shining like gold under the sunlight.

Eighty-one hammers, Tang San had already forgotten which eighty-one hammers he had completed.

Falling into the pool again, feeling the coolness surrounding him, he relaxed his body as much as possible.

He knew that for him, this was only a short period of relaxation. Next, he didn't know what kind of cultivation method his father would give him.

What he held in his hand was no longer a wooden hammer as big as a casting hammer, but a super-large wooden hammer with a cross-section diameter of two meters.

But behind such a huge wooden hammer, the hammer handle is only as thick as a human arm.

If he had just lifted the wooden hammer normally, perhaps the hammer handle would have broken directly under the weight. But Tang San relied on his clever control of strength and used it to complete the eighty-one hammer blow under the waterfall.

After nine months of training, he had perfected the Luan Cloak hammer technique to the extreme. Even Tang Sui, who had already wielded more than thirty hammers, probably wouldn't be able to do it under the waterfall like Tang San.

Wearing only a pair of loose black pants and a bare upper body, Tang San slowly walked ashore from the pool, water drops rolling down his bulging wheat-colored tendons.

"Mistress."

A generous palm broke into Tang San's sight. Tang San raised his head and was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that Tang Hao would be waiting for him on the shore this time and even stretched out his hand to him.

After a brief moment of daze, Tang San came to his senses, stretched out his right hand to hold hands with his father, and relied on his father's strength to easily step ashore completely from the water plant area.

Just as Tang San expected, when he returned to the shore, his father was already waiting for him there, but what was different from the past was that this time when he was about to go ashore, his father's big rough hand appeared in front of him.

It has been a full year since Tang Hao took him to the deep valley.

In this year, Tang San changed a lot. In addition to his stature becoming much taller, he was even close to Tang Hao, and his skin color also turned into a wheat color due to the sun and wind.

His facial features are clear and handsome, losing the childishness of his youth and gaining a bit of the stability and fortitude of an adult.

Even though he is not underage now, only almost sixteen years old, he is already a calm young man, and there is no such thing as "young".

In one year, in just one year, Tang San's soul power level increased from forty-two to fifty. The speed was fast and terrifying, and probably extremely rare in the world of soul masters.

But thinking of his sister who had entered the ranks of Soul Kings earlier than him, Tang San suddenly felt that he still had a long way to go.

Thinking of his sister, Tang San's eyebrows were filled with sadness. Looking at Tang Hao, who was still alive and rough, he asked loudly: "Dad, is there any news about Suisui recently?"

During this year, not only Tang Hao was trying to find ways to obtain information about Tang Sui, but the Qibao Glazed Sect and Shrek Academy were also looking for information that might be about Tang Sui.

But what surprised them was that no matter how they posted rewards or monitored the situation in Wuhun Hall, there was no news about Tang Sui.

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, his chapped lips moved slightly, and he spat out a hoarse and low answer: "...No."

Tang San's clear eyes suddenly dimmed a bit, "Is this so..."

Father and son looked at each other in silence.

In the end, Tang Hao looked at Tang San thoughtfully, and suddenly asked a question that surprised Tang San: "Xiao San, do you think you are strong now?"

Tang San paused, and suddenly another petite figure appeared in his mind, with a cold gaze that looked like a smile but not a smile. He held the oversized wooden hammer with a little force, shook his head and whispered: "Not at all. I'm still not good enough.

Very far."

Even though he had perfected the Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique, and his soul power had entered the ranks of Soul Kings, Tang San knew that he still had many shortcomings and shortcomings.

Especially compared to Suisui, he is not good enough now.

During this year, Tang Hao also gained a better understanding of his eldest son's character. He was not surprised at all by Tang San's answer, and then asked: "Since you think you are not strong enough, do you know where you are not strong enough?"

Tang San pondered for a moment and said an answer that surprised Tang Hao: "I think what I lack is the actual life and death battle with the strong."

A flash of appreciation flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, and he continued as Tang San said: "Yes, but you are only half right. What you really lack is something more important in actual combat."

"More important?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao blankly.

Tang Hao said solemnly, "Life and death are certainly one of the elements of real combat, but there is something more important, and that is - pure murderous intent!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San's pupils shrank sharply, as if he had glimpsed some terrifying existence.

Because the moment Tang Hao's last note fell, an extremely cold breath suddenly came out of him.

This aura didn't seem to have any explosive power, but when it truly enveloped Tang San, Tang San suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and every cold hair on his body stood on end, like a tiger cub with explosive hair.

, his eyes widened, and he almost couldn't help shouting at his old father.

Cold, sinister, evil, terrifying.

The murderous aura that was so powerful that it made people tremble was like a terrifying ferocious beast, overlooking the tiny him from above.

The cold aura was just like what Tang San had felt from Tang Sui's body. It was a terrifying evil aura that could only be experienced by someone who had truly experienced a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and walked on countless bones.

Tang San clearly felt that everything in him seemed to have become dull in this extremely huge murderous aura. Even the Purple Demon Eye with the Purple Divine Light did not dare to look at Tang Hao. He was already losing in terms of aura.

.

What surprised Tang San even more was that the water drops flowing down his body seemed to become sluggish.

With Tang Hao as the center, the surging cold air quickly invaded his body the moment it touched his skin, and the water droplets on the surface of his body were gradually frozen into ice beads.

"Do you feel it? This is the pure murderous aura you lack."
Chapter completed!