Chapter 133 The Devil Tang Chen_1

"Hao, Uncle Hao, you're back again?"

"Have you come to a decision?"

At that moment, such a voice came from behind the crowd.

It was somewhat excited, yet somewhat timid.

Tang Hao, Tang Chen, and Tang San turned their heads almost simultaneously to look.

They saw a shaggy and dirty, robust figure appear behind the crowd.

"Elder Tang Chen, Xiaosan, don't be nervous, he is Tang Hu, one of the survivors of our Hao Tian Clan," Tang Hao recognized the person and quickly explained to Tang Chen and Tang San.

"Tang Hu, a disciple of Hao Tian Clan?"

Tang Chen's brow furrowed slightly.

With just one glance, he recognized the other's cultivation level, merely a Soul King.

With that realization, Tang Chen's heart felt even more uncomfortable.

What extent had the once Number One Sect in the world weakened to?

It was truly enough to drive one to despair.

"Uncle Hao, they are?"

Tang Hu sharply noticed how Tang Hao addressed the elder.

Apparently, as Elder?

"Tang Hu, this is the ancestor who will resurrect our sect, Elder Tang Chen. Are you not going to greet him?"

Who?

The revival ancestor, Tang Chen?

A look of shock flashed across Tang Hu's face, his mind blank.

"No, this can't be, it must be because I've been longing for our clan's rise too much. Fake, all of this must be fake, you're all just illusions, right?"

Following his shock, Tang Hu displayed a bitter smile.

He expressed his doubts to the people around him.

Not to mention others, but now that Elder Tang Chen, who had disappeared for so many years, had allegedly reappeared, something didn't seem right.

"Hmph, lad, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Seeing this, Tang Chen let out a cold snort.

Simultaneously, a wave of Soul Force Pressure fell upon Tang Hu along with the cold snort.

Thump.

In contrast, Tang Hu offered no resistance, instantly kneeling on the ground.

There was no helping it.

The might of a Title Douluo of the Ninety-Ninth Rank was simply irresistible to him.

Even just a vestige of Soul Force Pressure was enough to subdue him.

Hiss...

As his knees hit the cold bluestone ground, Tang Hu felt a pang of pain.

But it was precisely this pain that brought him back to his senses.

"You, are you truly Elder Tang Chen of our Hao Tian Clan?"

He looked at Tang Chen incredulously, his voice trembling.

Tang Chen snorted irritably, "As if anyone else has ever impersonated me?"

"No, not at all."

Tang Hu shook his head vigorously, "Undutiful descendent Tang Hu pays his respects to Elder Tang Chen!"

As his words fell, he kowtowed three loud thuds before Tang Chen.

"You're dishonorable enough. In my absence, the Hao Tian Clan has been wiped out," Tang Chen said with a cold face: "Hmph, what a joke, an utterly ridiculous joke."

Clearly, his heart still harbored boundless frustration with no outlet for release.

"This..."

A tinge of embarrassment crossed Tang Hu's face, which he quickly replaced with a serious expression: "Tang Hu believes that under Elder Tang Chen's leadership, Hao Tian Clan will certainly return to its glory and recover the prestige of being the Number One Sect in the world."

Impatiently waving his hand, Tang Chen said, "Enough, stop trying to flatter me. Now go and gather all the surviving members of the sect."

Tang Chen hadn't forgotten the purpose of his trip, which was to cure the deadly poison in his body, not to clean up the Hao Tian Clan's mess.

However, Tang Hu became excited.

"Yes, I will gather the survivors of our sect to see you immediately."

After speaking, Tang Hu deeply bowed to Tang Hao, "Uncle Hao, I apologize for misunderstanding you earlier. I thought you didn't want to bother with us disciples anymore. It turns out you were looking for Elder Tang Chen."

Tang Hao: "...."

He couldn't help but complain inwardly: I'm begging you not to get carried away in your assumptions. If it wasn't for detoxifying Tang Chen and Tang San, I would never want to come back to this place again.

But Tang Hu was destined not to hear his inner thoughts. With an excited expression, he hurriedly ran off.

Before long.

One figure after another appeared in the eyes of Tang Hao's trio.

From afar, their youthful faces became visible, ranging from seven or eight to seventeen or eighteen years old, with Tang Hu being the oldest among them.

There were probably more than a hundred people in total.

"Sigh..."

Tang Chen let out a long breath, slowly saying: "Are these all the surviving disciples of the Hao Tian Clan?"

"Ancestor, everyone is here."

Tang Hu nodded firmly, then turned to the young disciples behind him, "What are you standing around for? Pay your respects to the Elder and Uncle Hao now."

At his command, those young disciples belatedly knelt down.

Then, with their uneven voices, they said:

"Greetings to the Elder."

"Greetings to Uncle Hao."

"..."

The sound of those youthful voices made Tang Chen and Tang Hao's hearts tremble.

But soon, they suppressed that trace of compassion.

Tang Chen looked to Tang San beside him, "Xiaosan, it's up to you now."

"Okay."

Tang San nodded, took a bowl filled with clear water out of his Spatial Soul Guidance Device, and then placed two leaves into the bowl, "This is Coagulating Grass. If our bloodlines originate from the same source, it will cause them to blend with each other. But we'll need a drop of your blood, Elder."

"How could that be a problem?" Tang Chen nodded, then moved in front of Tang San, cut open one of his fingers, and let a drop of fresh blood fall into the bowl.

"What is this for?"

The disciples of the Hao Tian Clan in front of Tang Chen and the others all looked puzzled.

"Don't ask unnecessary questions."

Tang Hao's voice rang out at that moment.

Seeing everyone's gaze turn to him, Tang Hao pointed to Tang San, "He is my son, Tang San. Whatever he tells you to do, just do it. Don't worry, it won't harm you."