"Xiao San!"
Seeing this, Tang Hao could no longer spare a thought for Gu Rong before him. He abruptly withdrew his Clear Sky Hammer, turned, and rushed toward the clearing.
Dugu Bo had just raised his hand when Gu Rong shook his head at him, then shielded Gu Ling behind him. Neither pursued, but their eyes remained fixed on Tang Hao's retreating back.
Tang San clearly could not hold on any longer. His purple Soul Ring flickered, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth down his chin.
He tried to hold the Clear Sky Hammer steady, but his wrist shook violently. He could not even sit upright.
"What happened?!"
When Tang Hao arrived, Flender was supporting Tang San by the shoulders.
"The shock waves from the fight hit him!" Cold sweat beaded on Flender's forehead as he explained, "I told you long ago not to fight nearby..."
"Save him first!"
Tang Hao took Tang San into his arms and pressed his palm against his back. He had barely sent in a little soul power before sensing that the forces within his son's meridians had descended into complete chaos.
"It's even worse than before!" He wanted to sever the external pull, but barely raised his hand before forcing himself to stop.
That was exactly how things had gone wrong last time. If he forcibly interrupted it again, his son might not survive.
Instead, Tang Hao chose to protect his heart meridian first, trying to steady the soul power circulating inside Tang San.
"Xiao San, listen to me. Don't panic!"
Tang San heard him, but he simply could not do it.
The injuries and exhaustion left by two successive failures had yet to fade, and absorbing this eight-thousand-year Soul Ring had already been a struggle. Now, with another impact, the