A Torn Opening, Enemies of the Entire World?!

The Jade Hand looked like jade, so naturally it was rather brittle. It was perfectly normal for it to shatter when it encountered something hard.

Half of Jia Baoyu's body trembled. His left hand wanted to touch his right hand, but he did not dare.

When Grandmother Jia, who had been calmed down by Yuanyang and the others nearby, saw this scene, her passive immediately took effect, and she fainted on the spot.

A Grandmaster's cultivation amounted to nothing.

The facts proved that martial arts could not overcome fate. The Jia Clan's passive of fainting whenever they pleased could not be solved through martial cultivation.

"Carry her away, carry her away." Ao Yulie glanced at Grandmother Jia and waved his hand.

Yuanyang and the others carried Grandmother Jia away. Just then, Jia Zheng rushed back. When he saw Grandmother Jia being carried off by a group of people, his body twitched, and he fainted too.

No one found it strange. They hurriedly and skillfully carried Jia Zheng away.

Tang Luo walked over to Jia Baoyu. "I'm asking you a question. How did you become stronger?"

Jia Baoyu hunched over, his face pale from the pain and his teeth chattering. He had never suffered like this before, so he could not speak for a while.

"Speak. Why aren't you speaking?" Tang Luo patted Jia Baoyu on the shoulder, knocking him straight to his knees.

Jia Baoyu finally could not bear the pain any longer. He wailed, crying so sorrowfully that those who heard him grieved and those who saw him wept.

"..."

Tang Luo was somewhat puzzled. Was it really that serious?

It was not Tang Luo's fault. In his understanding, broken bones were nothing more than a minor injury. During their journey west, he had fought others—mostly demons—while grievously wounded