The Blue Silver Grass barrier shattered at once. The figure that had shoved Xiao Wu aside faced the thunderous blow head-on and was sent flying backward, coughing blood—it was Tang San. If not for Liu Erlong's soul skill weakening most of the attack's power, that strike would have been enough to kill him. In the end, he could not stand by and watch Xiao Wu fall into danger, even at the cost of severe injury.
Seeing his son sent flying by his own attack, Tang Hao was deeply shaken. He immediately gave up attacking and strode forward to check Tang San's injuries. The best opportunity had already been lost, so he could only retreat. Tang San steadied his swaying body and stared incredulously at the one-legged man before him. The Clear Sky Hammer aura that shared the same origin made even his soul tremble. "You... your martial soul..."
Tang Hao stared at the youth who had stepped forward, his voice hoarse as sandpaper. "Little San, are you all right?" He knocked away Flender and Zhao Wuji, who were trying to approach, and forcibly took Tang San away from the battlefield.
"Dad?"
That call struck Tang San like a bolt from the blue. How could he mistake that voice? But why? Why was the one attacking Xiao Wu his own father? Then these ambushers... He could not believe that this group of attackers had been brought by his father, nor could he understand why his father wanted to kill Xiao Wu. "Dad, why did you ambush us? And your leg..."
"It wasn't aimed at you. It was aimed at Supreme Academy..." Tang Hao interrupted him, his tone heavy. "There is no need to ask further. Do you know why my leg was severed? Do you know about your mother..."
The slaughter