"Phew!"
The Asura God fought back the urge to slap Tang San to death. His beady eyes darted about as he sent out his Divine Sense to sweep the area.
Evil and Kindness were still fast asleep, Destruction and Life were still wrapped up in each other, and the Divine Realm Committee was deserted.
The Asura God waved a hand, sending a blood-red beam of energy toward the Douluo Continent. The brat was lucky the timing was right.
If anyone had been at the Divine Realm Committee, he would never have dared help Tang San so openly. He was practically dancing along the edge of the rules.
The blood-red energy silently merged into Tang San's body.
A domineering force instantly stabilized his meridians, which had been on the verge of bursting.
The blue and purple blotches on Tang San's face slowly faded. His ragged breathing steadied, and his chest began to rise and fall in a regular rhythm.
Tang Hao stood beside him, his lone eye fixed on his son. Seeing Tang San improve, he finally felt the stone weighing on his heart drop.
He cautiously sent Soul Power through Tang San's body. Only after confirming that the ice and fire energies were no longer crashing into each other did he let out a long breath.
"Dad... Dad."
Tang San opened his eyes weakly, his voice as hoarse as though he had swallowed a handful of sand.
"Xiao San! Are you all right?"
Tang Hao seized his hand with such force that he nearly crushed his bones.
"I'm fine, but those herbs... they've all gone to waste."
Tang San struggled to sit up, but the movement aggravated his internal injuries and sent him into another violent coughing fit.
"Cough!"
Tang Hao suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. His face