Eight Rings Emerge, My Dad is Actually a Soul Douluo?!

Tang San burst out of the dormitory like a gust of wind.

There was only one thought in his mind.

Dad!

Dad was here!

Six years!

He could finally see his father again!

The man who had given him life, who had given him a poor yet happy childhood!

Tang San raced all the way to Shrek Academy's spacious plaza.

From afar, he saw him.

A tall, familiar figure, yet one that seemed incomparably lonely and worn down, standing silently in the center of the plaza.

That was right!

It was him!

Tears instantly blurred Tang San's vision.

Choking back sobs, he used every ounce of strength in his body to shout that name—the name he had repeated in his heart countless times—at the figure's back.

"Dad—!"

Hearing that cry, the figure stiffly, slowly turned around.

The wild joy on Tang San's face froze the instant he saw what the other man looked like.

This...

Was this his father?

Where had that blacksmith from his memories gone—the man who drank all day and never bothered with his appearance, yet had still been fairly strong and healthy?

The man before him...

His face was sallow as gold paper, his lips cracked and peeling, his eye sockets deeply sunken, his entire body so thin he was almost unrecognizable.

Those eyes, once cloudy but occasionally still flashing with sharp light, now held nothing but lifeless gray ruin.

He looked like a living corpse that had just crawled out of a grave, ready to fall apart at any moment!

How had this happened?

What had Dad gone through over these past six years?

Tang San's mind went blank as his gaze instinctively shifted downward.

Then...

He saw it.

Below Tang Hao's right shoulder, there was nothing.

That empty sleeve limply flapped against his ruined