Women might be weak, but mothers were strong.
Perhaps Xiao Wu had countless flaws.
Perhaps she had not been a qualified mother.
Perhaps she had spent the past ten thousand years as nothing more than a foolish rabbit obsessed with love.
Perhaps what she had done now could not truly be called "great."
But at this moment, the maternal love that burst forth from the depths of Xiao Wu's heart was pure, sincere, and transcendent beyond all else.
No matter the reason.
A mother's love itself was forever great.
Qian Chaoguang let out a long sigh.
He looked toward Tang San and fell silent as he saw the injuries blasted across his body by Xiao Wu's self-destruction.
Xiao Wu's tragic self-destruction had not inflicted wounds severe enough to kill Tang San.
Even though she had struck while he was completely defenseless, targeting his most vulnerable point, she still could not change anything.
The gap between them could only be described as an insurmountable chasm.
It was a difference of nearly eighty full levels, spanning from the Twelfth Order all the way to the peak of the Nineteenth Order.
Even if Xiao Wu had given everything and burned away all she had, there had been absolutely no possibility of creating a miracle.
Tang San was still Tang San.
His face was covered in blood, and his body was riddled with wounds as he lay there, constantly struggling and writhing on the ground like a disgusting maggot.
The bloodline power inherited from the Dragon God continuously repaired his damaged body, restoring his previous wounds and reconnecting severed blood vessels and meridians.
Qian Chaoguang removed the silencing restriction from Tang San's mouth and asked calmly, "The person you loved betrayed you. She even burned her divine soul and blew herself up just to