An Old Man Loses His Son and Grandson

"You killed my son! The Strength Clan will never let you get away with this!"

Tai Nuo spun around with a swinging punch, but still hit nothing but air!

It could only be said that without powerful spiritual strength, one could not sense the fluctuations in the air.

Against a Space Type soul master, there was simply no ability to fight back.

That was right!

It was about sensing fluctuations in the air!

When people moved, they stirred the air around them.

This was the only opportunity.

Sensing spatial fluctuations?

Even a Title Douluo might not be able to do that!

"Releasing Spatial Stripping from a distance consumes a great deal of power, and the greater an object's influence on reality, the greater the consumption."

"So..."

A slender, powerful hand pressed against Tai Nuo's back.

Splat!

Blood sprayed everywhere!

Tai Nuo's eyes widened in horror, as though he had witnessed something utterly unbelievable.

His heart flew out of his chest!

There was no blood!

No wound!

No pain!

It was as if his heart had never been inside his chest to begin with!

"My father is Tai Tan, the chief of the Strength Clan. He'll find you and grind your bones to dust."

Tai Nuo stopped struggling and spoke his final words.

"I know."

"That's why I chose an alley with no one in it."

Jiang Ming walked in front of Tai Nuo and looked him directly in the eyes.

The light faded from Tai Nuo's eyes, and his swollen muscles returned to normal.

Then...

He crashed to the ground!

Tai Nuo was dead!

Jiang Ming stood between the two corpses and made a light beckoning gesture with one hand.

The thousand-year Whale Rubber flew from Tai Long's chest and landed in his hand.

"If you don't court death, you won't die!"

Jiang Ming's figure melted into the night like a drop of water, vanishing silently around the corner at the end of the alley.

The next day.

Early morning.

Tai Tan, who had not yet awakened, was jolted awake by a frantic pounding on the door.

"Old Chief... the young master and young lord... in the alley... they were..."

The old butler knelt outside the door, shaking like a leaf and unable to speak properly.

"What?"

Tai Tan scrambled out of bed.

He had not even put on a shirt.

It had to be said that although Tai Tan already had one foot in the grave, he was still remarkably well-built.

His eight-pack had not yet become one, and he did not have that old-man smell either. He could probably make rich older women drool three feet long!

The alley was packed with members of the Strength Clan.

When they saw Tai Tan arrive, they quickly made way for him.

Tai Tan walked deeper into the alley step by step, each one seeming to land on the edge of a blade.

He saw them.

Deep in the alley, two bodies lay side by side, covered with coarse cloth borrowed by the clan members from nearby homes.

Tai Nuo's body was too massive, and the coarse cloth could only cover his upper body, leaving his two large feet in thick-soled leather boots exposed.

Tai Long was smaller beside him, his entire body covered by the cloth, with only several strands of blood-soaked hair visible.

Tai Tan slowly crouched beside his son.

His rough hand trembled as it lifted a corner of the coarse cloth.

Tai Nuo's eyes remained open, unable to rest in peace.

On that face, seventy percent similar to his own, the anger and unwillingness from his final moments had frozen in place.

The wound on his chest had already been sealed by dark red scabs, staining half his lapel a deep brown.

Someone had closed Tai Long's eyes, but the thin, long wound on his neck was still horrifying to behold.

His skin had taken on an unnatural, deathly pallor, the mark left by all his blood draining away.

The surrounding clan members watched as their old chief's hair turned white at a visible speed.

At first, it was only a few strands at his temples. Then it spread like white frost.

From root to tip, strand by strand, the color faded away.

In only a few moments, his once gray-streaked hair had become white as snow, trembling faintly in the morning breeze.

Tai Tan did not cry.

He merely covered the bodies again and spoke one sentence to those behind him.

"Investigate."

"Turn Heaven Dou City upside down if you have to, but find out who did this. I will personally crush every one of his bones, one by one."

Perhaps grief beyond despair left no tears, or perhaps losing both his son and grandson had extinguished all hope.

Tai Tan's voice was extremely calm, but the killing intent bursting from his clouded old eyes made everyone present shudder.

After saying this, Tai Tan left the alley.

His white-haired, plainly dressed back appeared especially desolate in the morning light.

Like an old tree struck by lightning.

Its crown had already withered, leaving only a charred trunk.

No one knew how much longer it could hold on.

That night.

Dugu Bo returned to Heaven Dou City.

He had not originally intended to return so urgently.

He had not yet slaughtered his way through those idiots from Shrek Academy, nor had he made them understand fear.

But upon hearing that Dugu Yan had been rescued, all other emotions were cast aside.

His granddaughter was the only thing in this world that truly mattered.

"Yan Yan!!"

When Dugu Bo pushed open the door, his hand, usually as steady as a rock, trembled so badly that he could barely hold the doorframe.

Dugu Yan was drinking a nourishing soup.

Although she had been kidnapped, she had not suffered any serious injuries.

She was only a little weak and would recover after some nourishment.

Upon hearing Dugu Bo's voice, Dugu Yan directly tossed aside the tonic soup in her hand and threw herself at her grandfather.

"Grandfather!!"

Dugu Bo pulled her into his arms.

Those hands that had killed countless people and been stained with blood.

At this moment, however, held her as though she were the most fragile piece of porcelain in the world. He did not dare use even a bit more force, yet could not bear to loosen his hold at all.

"Let Grandfather see. Where are you hurt? Who did this? I'll kill his whole family!"

Dugu Bo inspected Dugu Yan from head to toe.

When he saw that apart from bruises on her wrists from the iron chains and some superficial injuries, she was otherwise unharmed.

The heart that had been suspended for three days and nights finally settled.

"Grandfather, the person who saved me was Xue Qinghe."

Only after crying for a while did Dugu Yan finally catch her breath.

"Xue Qinghe? Xue Xing searched for so long without finding anyone. Why did Xue Qinghe find you so quickly?"

Dugu Bo frowned deeply as some inexplicable thoughts surfaced in his mind.

"No! It wasn't just Xue Qinghe. Ge Long was there too."

"The two of them seemed to have searched together. They searched more than half of the western part of the city."

Dugu Yan shook her head and explained.

"Then perhaps it really was just a coincidence?"

Dugu Bo pondered for a moment.

"The person who kidnapped me said he was after your medicinal garden."

"Grandfather, your medicinal garden..."

Dugu Yan brought up the most important matter.

"Who cares about some medicinal garden."

"It's just a lousy medicinal garden. If it's gone, then it's gone. We can plant another one."

"If anything had happened to you, what would be the point of your grandfather staying alive?"

Dugu Bo interrupted his granddaughter, his tone filled with indifference.

In Dugu Bo's hierarchy of values, Dugu Yan would always come first.

No matter how precious the herbs in the medicinal garden were, no matter how rare the cultivation techniques, none of them were worth even a single strand of his granddaughter's hair.

But even so, anyone who dared lay a hand on his granddaughter would have to pay the price, even if the Heavenly King himself came.

Dugu Bo gently patted Dugu Yan's back, his gaze passing over her shoulder and settling on Xue Qinghe, who was waiting outside the door.

Xue Qinghe stood at the doorway, with Marshal Ge Long behind him.