"Little San!" Seeing Tang San blasted straight into the arena, Yu Xiaogang abruptly rose to his feet with a cry of alarm. His face was filled with worry, and his eyes held deep disbelief.
He had never expected Tang San to truly be no match for Lu Yuan. With Yu Tianheng's Dark Lightning Demon Dragon Devour attacking from the front, Tang San had directly used his ten-thousand-year third soul skill to launch a sneak attack from behind.
He could see clearly that Tang San had not held back in the slightest and had instead gone all out. Yet Lu Yuan had still used only one punch—first blowing apart Yu Tianheng's Dark Lightning Demon Dragon Devour, then sending Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer flying from his grasp with another punch.
Even more outrageous was that this arena, which Spirit Hall had claimed could withstand a Soul Sage's attacks without being destroyed, had been blasted open by Lu Yuan's strike. Tang San himself had been hurled straight into the hole.
If even the arena had been damaged like this, what kind of injuries had Tang San suffered?
Yu Xiaogang's heart tightened, practically trembling in his chest. If anything happened to Tang San, who else could prove his theories? Other than his theories, he had nothing left now.
Did he feel familial affection for Tang San?
There was no doubt that he did. After all, people were not made of stone. Having spent so long together, there would inevitably be some affection between them. Tang San was also Yu Xiaogang's only disciple, so naturally, he had feelings for him.
But more importantly, there were his theories. He had always valued them greatly, but now that he had even lost the symbol of his manhood, he attached even greater importance to them.
The reason