Amid the billowing smoke and dust, a burly figure burst through the collapsed palace gates. His robe had long been soaked through with blood, and beneath the torn fabric, bronze skin was exposed, every inch of muscle containing power enough to destroy heaven and earth.
Tang Chen's Clear Sky Hammer had somehow already been put away, but his clouded eyes now erupted with terrifying sharpness. His left hand clamped around Dai Mubai's nape like an iron pincer.
The emperor of the Star Luo Empire was deathly pale. His once-upright body had curled inward, his golden pupils filled with terror and resentment. The White Tiger Soul Power within him was completely suppressed by Tang Chen's pressure; he could not even move a finger.
"Great-Grandfather!" Tang San's pupils contracted, and he could scarcely believe his eyes.
The Tang Chen he remembered had been imposing and dignified, yet he had always carried the weathered air of an old man.
But the man before him was bathed in blood, his aura as violent as an out-of-control savage beast. Faint Asura energy mingled with the black Soul Power swirling around him, making it clear that he had just been through an incomparably brutal battle.
Tang Chen's gaze swept over Tang San's bedraggled state before landing on the barely breathing Oscar, his brows knitting tightly.
Without wasting a word, his right hand shot out like lightning and seized Tang San by the arm. At the same time, his left hand lifted Dai Mubai even higher as he said in a deep voice.
"Go!"
Before the words had even faded, he stomped down with his left foot. Spiderweb cracks instantly spread across the ground, and the three of them shot toward the depths of the imperial palace like arrows loosed from a bow.
Tang San only felt