Starting from Douluo to Capture Goddesses

"Yes, I have a second martial soul," Tang San's eyes once again shone with an extraordinary light. He might not know the name of his second martial soul, but he was aware that it was no ordinary soul.

At this moment, Tang San did not yet know that his father was Hao Tian Douluo, nor did he know that his second martial soul was the Hao Tian Hammer. However, he was able to judge by the rate at which the two martial souls consumed soul power and their might, that his second martial soul was definitely an extremely powerful one. At least, he had never seen any weapon martial soul stronger than his at Nuoding Academy.

So with such a powerful martial soul, he would strike it. He refused to believe that the hammer could not break it.

Tang San withdrew his Blue Silver Grass martial soul back into his body, and then, with a slight fluctuation of energy, a hammer appeared in his hand.

It was an all-black hammer with a handle about half a foot long, and the head of the hammer was cylindrical, resembling a miniature version of a forging hammer. However, there was a special glow to the matte black surface of the hammer, and around the cylindrical head, there was a faint pattern.

This was Tang San's martial soul, the Hao Tian Hammer.

Now, as Tang San infused his Great Soul Master level soul power into the Hao Tian Hammer, it began to shine with a pitch-black light, and the entire room became oppressively dark.

"Truly worthy of being the Hao Tian Hammer, undeniably the number one weapon martial soul in the world. It possesses such might without any attached soul rings. What kind of terror will it become once Xiaosan's cultivation level breaks through to Soul Sage and he begins to attach soul rings to it? Although Bi Bidong also has Twin Martial Souls, they are both Spider Emperors, so the two souls cannot complement each other. But Xiaosan has one for strong attacks and one for control. At the same level, he could easily suppress Bi Bidong." Brock muttered softly to himself, regarding Tang San as if he were a precious treasure.

If Tang San were to defeat Bi Bidong, or even her martial soul, with Bi Bidong's domineering nature, she might fight Tang San to the very end, ultimately resulting in her own demise. The thought of Bi Bidong being defeated by Tang San caused a pang of heartache in Brock, yet, at the same time, he felt a sense of anticipation.

Both the palm and the back of the hand are his flesh. But when the time comes, it will depend on their performance. In any case, he would stand in the middle; if Xiaosan were a bit more powerful, he would go find Er Long and cultivate Xiaosan together with her, after all, Er Long was also quite beautiful. And if Xiaosan were to strip Bi Bidong of her cultivation level, wouldn't it be even better for the noble Pope to become ordinary, staying by his side? His cultivation level was also worthless, and maybe they would grow even closer by then.

The thought of the noble, serene, and stunningly beautiful Bi Bidong lying in his embrace, at his mercy, stirred excitement in him. By then, Bi Bidong would be just an ordinary person; he could do whatever he wanted, couldn't he? The idea of the high and mighty Bi Bidong falling to the mundane world, becoming nothing more than a waste, and yet serving him wholeheartedly, filled his heart with an unusual sense of thrill.

But by that time, Bi Bidong, without cultivation, would be worthless, incredibly beautiful though she might be. She could only be his concubine.

If it really came to that, he could even establish a "Harem," with both Bi Bidong and Liu Erlong as his women. After all, Liu Erlong loved him so much that, despite knowing he was her cousin, her love did not wane in the slightest. Then, finding a reason to start a "Harem" wouldn't be a problem. So-called love requires learning to give; if she couldn't even accept him having a "Harem," how could she talk about loving him?

For so many years, he had endured humiliation and carried a heavy burden without ever succumbing to temptation; when Tang San came of age, he too wanted to properly enjoy the pleasures of being a man.

"Teacher, what are you muttering about?" Tang San suddenly asked. He always felt that his teacher might know the origin of his martial soul; otherwise, he wouldn't have that expression on his face.

"It's nothing, just use your second martial soul to smash and see," Brock reined in his thoughts and looked at Tang San with anticipation.

"Alright," Tang San nodded, no longer concerned with anything else. Removing that hat was his primary concern right now.

"Bang." Tang San summoned all his Soul Power and smashed it towards the top of his head, but the hat remained intact, only causing a piercing pain at the top of his skull.

"Hiss, that hurts." Tang San clutched his head, involuntarily inhaling sharply, as tears uncontrollably streamed from the corners of his eyes. The force of the Hao Tian Hammer was incomparable to any ordinary hammer; such a hit nearly dazed him.

Yet, the hat was still in perfect condition, without even a trace of being struck.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Tang San saw the green hat on his head and felt his mental state on the verge of collapse.

What on earth was this material made of? How could it be so hard? When he hammered it, it hardened, but when not hammered, it stayed soft and wouldn't harden. Was this really just an ordinary hat? Why did it seem to have a life of its own?

Was this for real, not a joke?

Tang San's legs gave out, and he slumped to the ground. He had tried everything he could think of, but what else was there to do to remove this hat? Probably nothing.

"This is bullying, such bullying."

Tang San could no longer endure such humiliation. His life had been one of iron and steel, yet he had to suffer this indignity. Why? He was Tang San, born with memories from a previous life, master of Tang Sect's secret skills, hidden weapons, Mystic Sky Records, even Twin Martial Souls. With so many blessings, why was he still in such a miserable state?

Xu Ran clearly despised the young, so why was he so powerful?

"Xiaosan, ordinary methods can't remove it. This just means your strength is too weak to take it off. Once your 'Cultivation Level' rises and you reach the Titled Douluo, you will definitely be able to remove it," said Brock. Although he didn't understand why Tang San was in such agony, if this could turn Tang San's grief and indignation into strength and make him cultivate even harder in the future, then it would be a great thing.

"Increase strength?" Tang San clenched his fist, veins popping out on his arm. Of course, he had to cultivate diligently; he was determined to become the most powerful being in the world and trample Xu Ran underfoot. He also had to win Xiaowu back and show Xu Ran who she truly loved.

"Moreover, you have to see both sides of an issue. Although the hat can't be removed, isn't this also a good thing? Such an indestructible treasure, if we can't break its defenses, neither can anyone else. In future battles, it will be your treasure for defense," said Brock, with a glint of intelligence in his eyes. As a theory master with exceptional intellect, he could see right through the hat. No one below Soul Ancestor could break its defenses.

"Teacher, you're right. This hat is so strong in defense, if I can't break it, others won't stand a chance either," said Tang San, his gaze turning icy and ruthless. He had already figured out how to deal with Xu Ran. Xu Ran was strong, even stronger than him. But he knew Xu Ran's Martial Soul was likely sword-based. No matter how powerful Xu Ran's sword was, it wouldn't break the hat's defenses.

At that time, he wouldn't need to worry about protecting his head, just the weak points on his body. That would make fighting much easier.

"Teacher, I will take my leave now," Tang San said, bowing respectfully to Brock, then turned and walked away. A fleeting murderous intent sparkled in his eyes. Now, all he wanted was to kill Xu Ran. Xu Ran had stolen his woman and tricked him into wearing this hat to humiliate him. He couldn't rest until this vendetta was settled.