Isn’t it the King of Killing who was defeated by Qian Daoliu?

No, to be precise, it should be called Tang Chen now.

After the King of Killing battle with Thousand Daoliu, the King of Killing was damaged.

This gave Tang Chen, who had been suppressed, the chance. After a soul struggle, he finally dominated his body again.

It happened that the first person I met after I woke up was Tang San.

"This, senior, this is outside Tiandou City. Haotian Sect was forced to retire by the Spirit Palace more than ten years ago."

Tang San was stunned. This man looked so powerful. Even his dead father Tang Hao was far from comparable to him.

"Okay, you Qiandaoliu, I, Tang Chen, will definitely be incompatible with you."

After hearing this, Tang Chen gritted his teeth and turned around and wanted to leave.

"The power is not in harmony? Tang Chen... His surname is Tang? Could it be... also a member of Haotian Sect?"

Tang San was stunned and asked with courage. "Senior, please stay."

"Boy? Are you in trouble?"

Tang Chen was influenced by the King of Killing, and his bloodthirsty instinct had already filled his bones. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Tang San's heart trembled, and he still asked with a thorn in mind.

"I wonder what does senior have to do with Haotian Sect?"

"I? People in Haotian Sect nowadays want to call me ancestors when they see me!"

Tang Chen smiled coldly. He reached out and grabbed it, and a dark red Haotian hammer had appeared in his hand.

The terrifying power made Tang San take several steps back.

"Ancestor?"

Tang San was very happy and knelt on the ground in a flash.

"Ancestor, you have to help me!"

Tang Chen: "????"

"Who are you?"

When he saw the Haotian Hammer in Tang San's hand, he was stunned, "Are you a member of the Haotian Sect?"

"Yes, my father is Tang Hao, and my uncle is the leader of Haotian Sect."

Tang San said.

"Tang Xiao, Tang Hao? Hao'er... Are you Hao'er's child? But he is so talented, how could he have a useless son like you?"

Tang Chen was stunned. Isn’t this the child he passed down from generation to generation?

But, it's too useless.

There is not even a soul ring.

"Old ancestor, I'm not a waste..."

Tang San stood up straight and summoned another martial soul.

Good guy, there is also a blue silver grass? Isn’t this a waste?
Chapter completed!