Tang San's Profound Filial Piety

"No, Ah Yin!"

Tang Hao ignored the intense pain radiating from his lower body and the sight of Tang San flying off to the side, struggling to his feet to prepare for another battle.

However, his body had already suffered significant damage from his broken martial soul, and now that injury flared up again, compounded by his overwhelming rage.

Under these circumstances, Tang Hao vomited three liters of blood on the spot and collapsed heavily, before weakly cursing, "Feng Yan, you have no sense of honor, actually stooping to manhandle a defenseless woman."

Tang San, standing nearby, slowly rose to his feet, gritted his teeth, and said, "Feng Yan, release my mother at once... otherwise, once the God Realm breaks free from the Space-Time Turbulence, my true form will never let you off!"

"Xiao San... are you not your true form?" the severely wounded Tang Hao asked, his gaze dull and vacant.

One had to understand, Tang Hao had made a monumental decision to save the Tang San before him.

"Father... I forgot to tell you, I am merely a sliver of divine consciousness, tasked with escorting Xiao Wu and Wutong to the lower realm."

Now it was Tang San's turn to be stunned; if he were his true form, would he be in such a state, unable to even mount a counterattack?

Tang Hao's eyes, reddened by fury, stared straight at Tang San.

A sliver of divine consciousness? Escorting Xiao Wu and Wutong to the lower realm? When he had just castrated himself, this son's divine consciousness hadn't even uttered a word to stop him.

He had sacrificed his manhood for Tang San, only to find out Tang San was just a sliver of consciousness?

Feng Yan watched this scene, feeling immensely satisfied, and the grip he held on