Li Mu Yang indeed knew a way to save him.
It was a method that only the Dragon King's heir could use.
That was to use his own body to draw the Netherworld Nails into himself, then rely on his powerful true dragon force to devour, digest, and resist them.
In the past, a dragon had once been struck by a Netherworld Nail from a human. The father of that black dragon had then used the Devouring Divine Art to draw the Netherworld Nail into his own body. In other words, the blood of the two dragons had been exchanged. The Dragon King had absorbed the blood containing Netherworld Poisonous Gas into his dragon body, then transferred his own purest dragon blood back.
At that time, the Dragon King's clan had been at the peak of its strength. One Netherworld Nail alone was still bearable. Besides, the Dragon King's clan possessed countless miraculous techniques, immortal pills, and spiritual medicines. There were many ways to withstand the pain brought by the nail.
But Li Mu Yang already had eight Netherworld Nails in his body. Even after inheriting the true dragon blood of the Dragon King's clan, that was already the limit his body could bear. If he absorbed this ninth Netherworld Nail, the blood in his body would be frozen into ice by the Netherworld Cold Qi. The moment the ninth Netherworld Nail entered his body would also be the moment his life ended.
Li Mu Yang could not die.
At least, he could not die now.
He still had to use this crippled body to save his parents and his younger sister, Li Sinian.
No matter what, he had to live. He had to find every possible way to live, selfishly clinging to life.
So he had to apologize to