A Lion's Share

Dongfang Yu did not answer. He merely raised an eyebrow.

Bibi Dong caught the gesture, and the answer was clear.

"Tang San, aren't you going to check on your father?" Dongfang Yu prompted him kindly.

Bibi Dong did not stop Tang San. The outcome was already settled; Tang Hao could not possibly survive.

Tang San jumped into the crater. Tang Hao's limbs were twisted out of place, leaving him unable to move, and green blood kept seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He breathed out more than he breathed in. Clearly, he did not have long left.

"Little... Little San..."

"Father!" Tang San threw himself over Tang Hao and sobbed aloud.

Heavens!

Why did he have to suffer one blow after another, all in a single day?

Xiao Wu was gone, and now his father...

"Little... San, come closer. I have something to tell you... Cough, cough..." Tang Hao sounded as though he might breathe his last at any moment.

On the competition stage,

Dongfang Yu's calm expression suddenly gave way to a faint smile. "Dai Mubai, you joined forces with Tang San and tried to set your sights on Spirit Hall. How are we going to settle that debt?"

Dai Mubai glanced at his teammates, who were still unconscious, and felt as though he were sitting on needles. He could neither help Tang San nor simply walk away.

"I..."

"Wait!" Dai Tianfeng descended through the air from the Papal Platform.

"Your Holiness, White Tiger." Dongfang Yu lowered his head slightly.

At that form of address, Dai Tianfeng's face darkened.

Dongfang Yu was reminding him that if he wanted to protect Dai Mubai, he would have to let strength do the talking. His status as emperor was useless here.

Bibi Dong regarded Dai Tianfeng calmly. "What do you intend,