Poison Douluo, Dead!

"Boom!"

Dugu Bo's entire skeleton shattered completely, and his body went limp on the ground, falling silent.

Level 91 Title Douluo—Poison Douluo Dugu Bo was dead!

No one would have expected that the renowned Poison Douluo on the continent would die within his own herb garden; how ironic it was.

"Woo—!"

Just then, several urgent and worried cries came from afar.

Yu Yi and Yu Er pierced through the Poison Miasma with their massive figures, appearing above the valley. They had clearly been alarmed by the earth-shattering fluctuations of the battle just now and had rushed over to provide support regardless of the danger.

Seeing that Xiao Yu was safe and sound, and noticing the human corpse on the ground radiating a powerful aura, Yu Yi and the others let out low, respectful, and relieved cries before slowly landing beside Xiao Yu, vigilantly scanning the devastated valley.

"It's over." Xiao Yu comforted them through their mental link. "One problem is solved."

He turned his massive head toward the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

The red and blue spring water was still bubbling and flowing, emitting pure ice and fire energy, but the lush herb garden that once surrounded it was now nothing more than pits and broken branches left behind by the energy shockwaves, looking all the more desolate.

There was no regret in Xiao Yu's eyes, only the confirmation of territorial ownership.

"This place, along with the entire core area of the Sunset Forest, will be the new foundation for our clan."

Xiao Yu's mental intent swept over Yu Yi and the others. "Increase patrols and be wary of any powerful beings approaching this place, whether they are soul beasts or humans."

"Woo!" Yu Yi raised its head and let out a loud, resonant cry, both as a response and as a declaration to the forest that a new overlord had been born.

Xiao Yu took one last look at Dugu Bo's corpse and the valley that was destined to never be peaceful again.

He flapped his wings, whipping up a gale, and his massive body soared into the air.

"Let's go, back to our territory."

Yu Yi and the others immediately followed, five massive figures guarding their king in the center as they broke through the Poison Miasma and flew toward the Cliff Territory.

All that remained in the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well valley was a scene of deathly, chaotic ruin and the remains of a Title Douluo.

Meanwhile, somewhere on the outskirts of the Sunset Forest.

Space distorted, and a tall figure wrapped in a tattered black cloak stumbled out, carrying a shocked and unsettled youth—it was Tang San.

"Pfft!" As soon as Tang Hao landed, he spat out another mouthful of dark red blood, his aura growing even more withered.

Forcibly pushing his soul power to withstand Xiao Yu's full-force strike had placed a massive burden on his already severely injured body.

"Senior, you... Dad, Father!" Tang San's voice trembled violently, filled with unbelievable ecstasy, deep concern, and the massive shock of witnessing his father's severe injury.

He finally called out the title he had buried in his heart for several years, and tears instantly blurred his vision.

He struggled to rush over and support his father's swaying body.

Tang Hao's body stiffened abruptly, and the weather-beaten face beneath his hood, etched with pain and vicissitudes, twitched violently.

His son's emotional cry was like a heavy hammer striking his long-numb heart, stirring up the long-buried paternal love and unspeakable guilt.

He slowly turned around, his hood slipping off to reveal a face that bore a slight resemblance to Tang San's, yet was covered in knife-like wrinkles and exhaustion.

He looked at his son's tear-filled eyes, his expression complex to the extreme—filled with relief, pain, and guilt, all eventually turning into a heavy sigh.

"Xiao... San..." Tang Hao's voice was as raspy as sandpaper rubbing together; every word he spoke triggered intense pain in his internal organs, and blood seeped from the corners of his mouth again.

"You... have grown up..." He reached out a hand, seemingly wanting to touch his son's head, but his arm was too heavy to lift.

"Father!" Tang San could no longer hold back, lunging forward to hug his father tightly, feeling the coldness and trembling of the body that had once been as majestic as a mountain but was now incredibly weak.

His heart was filled with the joy of reunion, but even more so with heart-wrenching pain—his father was too severely injured!

He immediately circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill, attempting to channel gentle soul power into his father's body.

"Don't... waste your effort... I know my own injuries... well enough..." Tang Hao gently pushed his son away, wiping the blood from his mouth, his eyes instantly turning sharp as an eagle's as he scanned toward the core of the Sunset Forest.

"That guy... that soul beast... is too strong... far more terrifying than the intelligence suggested... and... it is still growing stronger!"

Thinking of the world-destroying torrent of ice and fire and Xiao Yu's final bone-chilling killing intent, even Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo, felt a surge of intense wariness.

He knew well that if the soul beast's target hadn't been primarily Dugu Bo, and if he hadn't appeared suddenly to catch the beast off guard, it would have been nearly impossible to escape with his son today.

"Dugu Bo... is dead?" Tang San finally recovered slightly from the shock of their reunion, recalling the terrifying, lightning-fast clash in the valley and Dugu Bo's final desperate scream.

"Yes... his aura... has completely vanished..." Tang Hao's voice was low, carrying a hint of sympathy for a fellow traveler. "That soul beast... is decisive in killing... and holds a grudge for every slight... Dugu Bo deserved to die for provoking it... but he also brought it upon himself..."

He thought of Dugu Bo's act of kidnapping Tang San, his tone turning icy.

If it weren't for his son, he would never have cared whether Dugu Bo lived or died.

"Father, let's leave here quickly! Your injuries..." Tang San urgently supported his father; he could feel his father's life force flickering like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well and the Immortal Herbs were all cast to the back of his mind; his father's safety was above all else.

"Let's go..." Tang Hao did not act tough, allowing his son to support him.

He took one last deep look into the depths of the Sunset Forest, his eyes filled with gravity and warning.

"Xiao San... remember... until you... possess sufficient power... absolutely... do not approach this place... and never... attempt to provoke that Holy Wing King... it... is an existence... beyond your current understanding..."

The father and son supported each other, their staggering figures disappearing into the deepening twilight on the outskirts of the Sunset Forest.

In Tang San's heart, beyond the anxiety for his father's injuries, the names "Sunset Forest" and "Holy Wing King"—both shadowed by terror and death—were deeply branded.

After completely leaving the perimeter of the Sunset Forest, Tang Hao let out a long sigh of relief.

"It seems that soul beast has no intention of hunting us down." Tang Hao struggled to pull himself away from Tang San's support.

"Xiao San, I cannot expose myself yet, so you must walk the rest of the path on your own, but rest assured, I will always be by your side." Tang Hao said quickly, and before Tang San could react, he vanished from his sight.