Hospital

Late at night.

Heaven Dou City Royal Infirmary.

The corridor was silent.

Only the occasional sound of patrols' footsteps could be heard.

On the hospital bed.

Tang San's eyes were wrapped in layer upon layer of white gauze.

The massive wounds on his back, where he had lost the Eight Spider Lances, continued to seep blood.

Even after pain-relieving herbs had been applied, they could not ease his agony.

Every nerve convulsed, bringing piercing pain that seemed to bore into his bones.

Beside the bed.

Yu Xiaogang's face was pale and bloodless.

His hair was disheveled, and his entire body exuded an unmistakable air of dejection and misery.

Tang San gripped the corner of the blanket tightly with both hands.

His knuckles had turned bluish white from the excessive force.

"Teacher."

"My eyes are ruined."

"My External Soul Bone is gone too."

"My proud hidden weapons couldn't even break through his defense."

Tang San bit through his lip, blood running down from the corner of his mouth.

The hatred in his heart surged to its peak at that moment.

Yu Xiaogang sat there listlessly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't talk."

"Focus on recovering first."

"As long as you're alive, there'll always be a chance for revenge."

Tang San gave a bitter laugh, his voice full of despair.

"Revenge?"

"With what?"

"Hidden weapons won't work... my martial soul won't work either..."

"Even my strongest poison was useless."

"The inner force of the Mysterious Heaven Skill couldn't block that sword energy."

"Su Chen's cultivation system is simply not something ordinary Soul Masters can contend with."

The ward fell into dead silence.

Only the bitter scent of medicine continued to assault their nerves.

Tang San suddenly clenched his fist, tugging at the wound on his back until cold sweat poured from him.

Yet