Instantly Killing a Soul Saint, I Only Wanted to Let Mother and Child Say Goodbye...

In less than a second, the Heavenly Eye between Yang Jian's brows suddenly shut, and his little face turned pale as paper at a visible rate.

A violent wave of dizziness struck him, making his entire body sway.

Though it had only lasted a second, that was more than enough for a Soul Douluo like Yang Wudi.

The instant Luo Feng regained consciousness, a streak of black light appeared in his vision...

It was a spear—a Soul-Breaker Spear completely dyed black, gripped tightly in Yang Wudi's hand.

"Spare..."

Before he could finish, the Soul-Breaker Spear had already stabbed through his open mouth and pierced out through the back of his skull.

Blood sprayed everywhere, and his unfinished plea was forever sealed in his throat.

Yang Wudi withdrew his spear and stood still. Not a single drop of blood stained the pitch-black shaft of the Soul-Breaker Spear.

Without the Soul-Breaker Spear to support him, Luo Feng's body toppled stiffly to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Are you all right, Jian'er?"

Yang Wudi looked toward his grandson, concern written across his face.

"I'm fine, Grandpa. I've just exhausted too much spiritual power."

Yang Jian gently shook his head, his complexion still pale.

Yang Wudi nodded without saying anything more.

Yet there was now a trace of approval in his eyes.

A six-year-old child had actually managed to use his newly awakened martial soul to completely restrain a Soul Saint. Even if the opponent had already been injured, even if it had only lasted a brief second, it was still enough to take pride in.

Just then, a faint whimper sounded.

Yang Jian lowered his head to look.

When Luo Feng fell, the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff whose neck he had been gripping rolled away, tumbling across the ground several times. Its fluffy fur was covered in pebbles and dirt.

It ignored the pain and did not bother cleaning its fur. It merely whimpered as it moved its four tiny legs, desperately trying to run toward the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff.

It fell with every step. Ten seconds passed, yet it had moved less than five meters. The sight was clumsy and rather pitiful.

Suppressing the weakness in his mind caused by his drained spiritual power, Yang Jian walked over and picked it up.

The moment the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff was in his arms, it began to struggle violently.

Its four stubby legs kicked wildly as it let out anxious whimpers.

"Don't panic."

Yang Jian used his other hand to gently stroke the bloodstained fur atop its head, his voice soft.

"I'll take you over there."

Whether it understood him or merely sensed Yang Jian's goodwill, the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff actually stopped struggling.

It curled up in Yang Jian's arms, letting out soft whimpers as its tiny body trembled uncontrollably.

Carrying it, Yang Jian walked step by step toward the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff lying on the ground.

As he drew closer, the wounds on the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff became clearer.

There was no longer any flesh on its body that could be called intact. Ferocious wounds covered it densely, scarlet blood slowly seeping from them.

But that did not mean its wounds were healing. It was because there was hardly any blood left in its body to spill.

It was still alive, but only barely.

Yang Jian crouched down and gently placed the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff beside the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's head.

The moment the little creature touched the ground, it desperately rubbed itself against its mother's head, crying out anxiously.

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff did not move in response to her cub's actions.

She was already too weak even to open her eyes.

Only the faintly shifting dust near her nose proved that she was still breathing.

Seeing this, Yang Jian fell silent for a moment.

Then he extended his hand and pressed it against the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's fur, already soaked red with blood.

He did not know whether it would help, but he still poured every bit of Soul Power in his body into the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff without reservation.

"It's useless."

Yang Wudi's voice came from behind him.

"Her injuries are too severe. She is certain to die. Even the Nine-Heart Begonia, hailed as the finest healing martial soul, could not save her."

"I know."

Yang Jian did not stop. His Soul Power, like a trickling stream, continued flowing endlessly into the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's body.

"I just want them to say goodbye properly."

Yang Wudi fell silent.

He stood where he was, looking at his grandson. His hawk-like eyes were somewhat vacant, as though he were lost in thought.

After a while, he walked to the other side of the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff and likewise placed his palm on her body.

Pitch-black Soul Power surged forth, flooding into the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff like a torrent.

With the infusion from Yang Wudi, a Soul Douluo, the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's body suddenly trembled. Her dim eyes slowly opened once more.

She looked at the cub beside her head and extended her tongue to gently lick it.

Her movements were light and tender.

The Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff finally calmed down.

It curled up before the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff, making contented little grunts as its fluffy tail gently wagged.

Time passed little by little.

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff spent several minutes before finally licking all the blood and grime from her cub's body.

Its fluffy golden fur regained its former sheen. Round and plump, it looked like a freshly baked loaf of golden bread.

"Roar~"

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff let out a low growl and turned her head slightly toward Yang Jian.

Yang Jian froze, then pointed at himself.

"Are you calling me?"

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff gently nodded her head.

Yang Jian withdrew his hand and walked over to her.

Yang Wudi opened his mouth, then swallowed the words of warning that had risen to his lips. He said nothing.

"Roar~"

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff growled again.

But this time, it was directed at the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff.

She began releasing intermittent growls, as though trying to say something.

As the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff listened, it suddenly grew agitated.

It let out childish cries, its four little legs flailing as it desperately tried to burrow into the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's embrace, only to be pushed away again and again.

The Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff stubbornly nudged its head forward, whimpering continuously.

"Roar!"

As if losing patience, the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's roar suddenly rose, carrying a note of sternness.

The Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff shrank its neck in fright and let out a timid whine.

"Roar~"

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's voice softened again.

She lowered her head and gently rubbed it against her cub, again and again.

As she rubbed against it, she let out soft growls, as though giving it instructions.

Her voice was soft and gentle, yet filled with an indescribable sorrow.

No one knew how much time passed.

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's voice gradually weakened, and she looked at Yang Jian once more.

She gently bumped Yang Jian's arm with her head, then shifted her gaze toward her cub.

Though he did not fully understand what she meant, Yang Jian still extended his hand toward the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff.

Because its eyes had yet to open, the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff could only rely on scent to determine its direction.

Fortunately, Yang Jian had held it earlier, and it had already remembered his scent.

Its slightly pink, damp nose twitched softly as the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff staggered toward Yang Jian's outstretched palm.

After rubbing its wet nose against Yang Jian's palm a few times, the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff opened its mouth and chomped down on Yang Jian's finger.