Helpless Tang San

At that glance, her eyes passed over Tang San and fell upon the one-armed man lying on the ground, his face covered in blood and grime, his beard unkempt.

Although most of the man's face was obscured by filthy blood and tangled hair, although his figure was far more stooped than she remembered.

He had even lost an arm... yet that familiar feeling rooted deep within her bloodline struck through Tang Yuehua's soul like lightning.

"Second... Second Brother?"

Tang Yuehua's body suddenly stiffened. At that moment, all color drained from the face that had always maintained perfect elegance.

Ignoring the spotless steps outside Moonlight Pavilion and the priceless silver gown she wore, she rushed down the stairs like a madwoman. Disregarding the pungent stench of blood, she gathered the one-armed man into her arms.

When she tremblingly brushed aside the tangled hair covering his face and saw those familiar yet weathered features, her tears instantly burst forth.

"Second Brother! It really is you! How did you end up like this? Your hand... where is your hand?!"

Tang Yuehua panicked. She was completely beside herself.

The noble etiquette she had always taken pride in, the poise that kept her expression unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed before her—all of it was thrown to the winds when she saw Tang Hao gravely wounded and on the verge of death.

The surrounding guards and nobles were all dumbfounded.

The mistress of Moonlight Pavilion, revered as a goddess by countless imperial dignitaries, was actually clutching a one-armed beggar and weeping in the street? And calling him Second Brother?!

"Quick! Bring them inside! Prepare the best room! Send for Heaven Dou City's finest healing-type Soul Master! Go now!!!"

Tang Yuehua abruptly raised her head and shrieked hysterically at the guards and stewards who were still standing there in a daze.

At the top floor of Moonlight Pavilion, an extravagant bedroom usually reserved for the Empire's most powerful dignitaries was now filled with the heavy smells of blood and medicinal herbs.

Tang Hao lay quietly on the broad, soft velvet bed. His face was pale as gold paper, and his breathing was so faint that it seemed as though it could cease at any moment.

His severed left arm had been roughly bandaged with clean white cloth by Moonlight Pavilion's maids, yet crimson blood continued to seep through it.

Tang Yuehua sat by the bed, clutching Tang Hao's remaining right hand tightly in both of hers as tears streamed endlessly down her face.

Her meticulously arranged silver hair was now somewhat disheveled, and her expensive gown was stained with dirty blood, but she did not notice at all.

"Child..."

Tang Yuehua tremblingly lifted her head and looked at Tang San, who stood at the foot of the bed, equally covered in injuries. Her voice was thick with tears.

"You... what is your name? What exactly happened to my Second Brother?"

Tang San looked at the noblewoman before him, who was weeping heartbrokenly because of his father, and lowered his guard slightly.

His father had risked his life before falling unconscious just to make him seek out Moonlight Pavilion. That meant the woman before him was absolutely trustworthy.

"My name is Tang San. Tang Hao is my father."

Tang San took a deep breath and replied hoarsely.

"You're Second Brother's son?!"

Tang Yuehua abruptly rose to her feet, hurried over to Tang San, and cupped his dust-covered face in both hands as she examined him closely.

Through the grime, she could indeed see traces of Tang Hao's younger self in the boy's brows and eyes, along with a hint of... that woman's gentleness.

"Good child, you've suffered so much." Tang Yuehua pulled Tang San into her embrace, and her tears burst forth again.

Tang San was somewhat at a loss in the face of this sudden warm embrace, but he forcibly steadied his emotions and told Tang Yuehua everything that had happened in Nuoding City exactly as it had occurred.

"I don't know why, but at the back mountain of Nuoding Academy, three terrifyingly powerful figures suddenly surrounded us."

Deep hatred and fear flashed through Tang San's eyes.

"Among them was a white-haired old man in white robes who used a sword, and another gaunt old man who could control space. The auras they gave off were even more terrifying than my father's."

"A white-robed old man with a sword? A gaunt old man who can control space?"

Tang Yuehua looked as though she had been struck by lightning. She suddenly released Tang San and staggered back two steps in disbelief.

"Sword Douluo Chen Xin... Bone Douluo Gu Rong... the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's two guardian Douluo?! How could this be possible?!"

As Heaven Dou City's intelligence hub, Tang Yuehua knew the continent's peak experts like the back of her hand.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had always remained neutral, and it had never interfered with the Clear Sky Sect. Why would it suddenly dispatch two peak Douluo to hunt down Tang Hao, who had lived in seclusion for so many years?

"They weren't the only ones."

Tang San gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly.

"There was also a green-haired old man who used poison, and... a youth with violet-gold eyes. That youth was the one who took my younger sister, Xiao Wu. He also used my life to threaten my father into handing over the sect's secret manual."

Tang San's voice trembled.

"To save me, Father suddenly detonated all of his soul rings and unleashed tremendous power, but he still couldn't stop those three old men... that old man with the sword cut off his arm."

After hearing Tang San's account, Tang Yuehua felt so dizzy that she nearly lost her footing.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's three Titled Douluo actually obeyed a youth? What had happened to the heavens of the Douluo Continent?!

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open. Moonlight Pavilion's steward, drenched in sweat, led an elderly man with a full head of white hair and beard inside.

"Mistress, I brought him! This is Heaven Dou City's foremost healing Spirit Sage, Rejuvenating Hand, Old Li!"

"Old Li, quickly! I beg you, you must save my Second Brother!"

As though she had grasped a lifeline, Tang Yuehua hurriedly led the old man to the bedside.

Old Li nodded solemnly. Without wasting words, he directly summoned his martial soul—a healing scepter that emitted a gentle white glow.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar! Sixth Soul Skill, Life Reversal!"

Old Li immediately went all out. A dazzling black soul ring lit up, and dense white life energy transformed into a pillar of light that completely enveloped Tang Hao's body.

Tang Yuehua and Tang San both held their breath and watched anxiously.

However, as the treatment continued, Old Li's expression grew increasingly grim.

Sweat rolled down his forehead like soybeans, and his formerly steady breathing became increasingly hurried.

When that mass of healing white light touched the wound where Tang Hao's arm had been severed, it was instantly shredded by an incomparably tyrannical and sharp invisible sword aura!

"Puh!"

Old Li let out a muffled groan, withdrew his martial soul, and staggered back several steps, his face filled with horror.

"Old Li, how is he? My father..." Tang San rushed forward anxiously.

Old Li wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at Tang Hao on the bed, he let out a long sigh and helplessly shook his head.