Boom!
Outside the Underground Vault, strewn with wreckage and corpses, a loud explosion suddenly sounded.
A blood-red storm fell from the sky.
--[Wind Sweeping Away Clouds], charge!
Giving it his all, Tang Qian's figure seemed to truly transform into a vast, rampaging blood wind. Wherever he passed, walls, tables, cabinets, corpses, and even pools of blood were swept by an invisible plow, shattered and reduced to dust.
Blood Flame coiled around that savage, frenzied face.
His eyes shifted as he took in the grisly scene before him, unable to conceal his worry and fury. He roared, "Foster Father, don't be afraid! I'm coming to help you!!!"
In that instant, the corrupted Sido was almost moved to tears.
Every eyeball all over his body, each one radiating an evil light, misted over. He was surprised and gratified—he had not expected it, truly had not expected it. Smith, that fellow, normally did nothing but eat and shit. He was as useless as a gluttonous good-for-nothing, and irritating everywhere he went. Even Sido himself had deeply resented him; if he had not already spent the money, he might have driven him away or sent him to the front lines as cannon fodder.
But he had never imagined that only in hardship would one know a man's integrity, and only in danger would one see another's true heart!
At his moment of greatest peril, this man had actually come to rescue him at the risk of his life...
Though he appeared crude and uncouth, he was actually a thoughtful hero who repaid every favor and grievance. He remembered even the kindness of a single meal—and had even regarded Sido as his father?!
Moved and overjoyed, Sido's previous hesitation and unease vanished entirely. In an instant, his spirit soared!
His raised arm resembled a withered