Tang San Seriously Injured

Liu Yi shook his head. "If Tang San can't pull through tonight, then... prepare his funeral."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu's legs gave out and her vision went black. She nearly fainted.

Fortunately, Liu Yi quickly caught her by the waist, keeping her from falling to the floor.

Xiao Wu's eyes were red, tears sliding from the corners of them.

"Sigh, I'll inform the dean about this and let him decide."

With that, Zhao Wuji turned and left the room, his eyes filled with helplessness.

After Zhao Wuji left, Liu Yi released Xiao Wu. He had not expected Tang San to be unable to withstand that blow.

There was now one way to save Tang San: obtain a healing reward. But the golden finger distributed rewards at random, and he had no idea when one would come.

Just as Liu Yi was about to give up on Tang San, an angry roar suddenly sounded in his mind:

"How are you teachers doing your jobs? Get out here!"

Zhao Wuji heard the voice as well. Without another word, he headed outside.

Liu Yi helplessly touched Xiao Wu's forehead, then turned and walked out of the room. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he went outside.

Tang Hao stood there with his hammer held horizontally, his eyes bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Liu Yi and Zhao Wuji.

The moment Zhao Wuji saw Tang Hao, his expression visibly darkened. How had he run into Haotian Crown here?

Liu Yi, however, remained quite calm. Inwardly, he even felt a burst of satisfaction.

Whether Tang San lived or died did not matter much to him.

On the contrary, if Tang San died, he could successfully take his revenge.

He wanted Tang Hao to learn what it meant for a white-haired man to send off a black-haired one.

"Haotian Crown, why are you here?" Zhao Wuji asked quietly.

"Why am I here? Hmph, look at the good job you've done! If anything happens to Little San, I'll hold you accountable!"

Tang Hao roared, frightening Zhao Wuji so badly that his legs went weak and he nearly collapsed.

"You! Why aren't you afraid of me?"

Tang Hao's gaze fell on Liu Yi.

"Why should I be afraid?"

Almost instantly, Tang Hao's massive body appeared before Liu Yi. His wildly violent aura nearly left Liu Yi and Zhao Wuji unable to breathe.

This was the gap brought by rank.

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"Not being afraid means not being afraid."

Tang Hao's face twitched visibly, but he quickly suppressed his anger. Killing Liu Yi would solve nothing. On the contrary, it would offend the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

He was not afraid of them, but he did not want trouble.

"Liu Yi, if anything happens to my son, I won't mind having you buried with him."

Zhao Wuji was startled and hurriedly said, "Haotian Crown, about this matter—"

"Shut up! Did I permit you to speak?"

After that roar, Zhao Wuji became exceptionally obedient, like a newborn little bear.

"I'll be... waiting anytime!"

Before people like this, if you did not show strength, they would always look for chances to bully you.

Tang Hao snorted coldly and turned to enter the hotel.

Zhao Wuji wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and dragged his trembling legs over to Liu Yi.

"Brother Liu Yi, don't you know who that man is?"

"I know. Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo of this generation from the Clear Sky Sect. Judging by his strength, he should currently be between Rank Ninety-Five and Rank Ninety-Six."

Seeing Liu Yi act as though nothing had happened, Zhao Wuji was truly impressed. Liu Yi was probably the only person with such courage before a Titled Douluo.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji realized that when Liu Yi got serious, he was so handsome and so resolute.

"What... should we do now?" Zhao Wuji came back to his senses and asked in a low voice.

"There's nothing we can do. Soldiers come, generals block them; water comes, earth dams it. If Tang San dies, then you and I must prepare as well!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened, his body trembling slightly. Even his words came out stammering.

"Y-you... you mean... we fight him?"

"What other choice do we have? At this point, this is the only way."

Zhao Wuji fell into deep thought, then nodded helplessly.

"Let's go. Let's take a look."

With that, Liu Yi strode into the hotel. Zhao Wuji's face turned the color of pig liver, but he still followed him inside.

When they returned to the room, Tang Hao was treating Tang San's injuries. As a Titled Douluo, his Soul Power was purer and more formidable than that of Liu Yi and Zhao Wuji.

Under Tang Hao's treatment, Tang San's complexion improved somewhat. He was no longer as pale and bloodless as before.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji clenched his fists tightly, afraid Tang San would not hold on.

Liu Yi, on the other hand, did not care. He turned and sat in a chair, sipping tea from his cup.

Half an hour later, Tang Hao got down from the bed. His face was somewhat pale, clearly from exhausting a great deal of Soul Power.

"Haotian Crown, how is Tang San?" Zhao Wuji hurriedly asked.

"Hmph!" Tang Hao snorted. "His life has been saved, but he still needs to rest and recuperate for some time. He cannot use Soul Power during this period."

"Also, what happened to the serious wounds on his back?"

"Wounds?" Zhao Wuji froze for a moment, then said, "They were caused by a Man Faced Demon Spider."

"A Man Faced Demon Spider?" Tang Hao frowned slightly. "Judging by the injuries, Little San's back clearly looks as though bones were pulled out. How could that be an injury?"

This time, Zhao Wuji was stunned as well. "That can't be. Brother Liu Yi was by Little San's side the entire time. He witnessed everything."

Tang Hao looked at Liu Yi, who was seated in the chair. "Speak. What exactly happened?"

"Why did Little San's back receive wounds like this?"

Liu Yi shook his head. "Tang San was injured by a Man Faced Demon Spider. Its spider legs pierced out through his back. If not for me, he would already be dead."

Tang Hao's expression changed. He turned to look at Little San, who lay unconscious on the bed. At this point, there was no way for him to ask Tang San what had happened.

He could only wait until Tang San woke up and question him in detail.

But Little San could not learn of his identity, or it would bring about many unnecessary disasters.

For now, this matter could only be investigated later.

"Let today's matter end here. If Little San suffers this kind of harm again next time, don't blame me for being rude. I don't care what backing you have."

"Immovable Bright King, go back and tell Flender that Tang will remember this matter. Until we meet again!"

After saying that, Tang Hao walked to Tang San's side and gently stroked his cheek, then leaped out through the window.

After Tang Hao left, Zhao Wuji slumped down beside the bed. Sweat had long since soaked through his clothes.

"He's finally... gone."

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Zhao Wuji glared coldly at the unconscious Tang San.

He raged inwardly, It's all because of you. If not for you, I wouldn't have been threatened.

With that thought, Zhao Wuji quietly slipped his right hand beneath the covers and tightly gripped Tang San's right hand.