Xiao Wu's blood began to flow instantly.
Tang San froze for a moment, then a heartrending cry erupted from his throat.
"Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu!"
Tang San's fingers turned white as he clutched Xiao Wu's body tightly. Blood gushed out, staining his hands crimson.
Tang Hao was somewhat stunned as well. Then he came to his senses, and scenes from the past flooded back like a tidal wave!
In an instant, Tang Hao's eyes split with fury. He roared madly, his eyes nearly shedding tears of blood as grief and rage filled his chest.
He stared fixedly at the figure in the distance, wearing a crown and white papal robes!
"Bibi Dong!"
At that instant, Tang Hao felt a blaze explode in his chest, one that would burn all of Spirit Hall into ruins!
He tightened his grip on the Haotian Hammer. He had two strikes left.
The power of those two strikes was enough to shake heaven and earth!
Yet he subconsciously looked at Tang San beside him. If he had been alone, he would have charged over without hesitation,
but he could not do that now!
At his side was the son he and A Yin had raised.
For their son, he could not rush over and fight Spirit Hall to the death!
At the edge of his vision, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo charged toward them at high speed!
The two Super Douluo were naturally incredibly fast.
Their Soul Skills tore across the sky, and just as they were about to strike,
Xiao Wu, who had clearly been grievously wounded, somehow found another burst of strength and stood up!
"In my name, Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast, Soft Bone Rabbit, Xiao Wu, I willingly offer myself as a sacrifice!"
"With my soul and my bones, I shall