What exactly was going on?
Why had things turned out like this?
Even if he had lost the right arm that had absorbed the Clear Sky Sect Legacy Soul Bone, he should not have suffered such severe injuries, nor should his strength have declined so drastically, right?
Taking a deep breath, tears filled Tang San's eyes. He first stopped Tang Hao's bleeding, then propped up his body and sat cross-legged directly in front of him, transferring all of his Mysterious Heaven Skill inner force and Soul Power into Tang Hao's body.
He knew that with Tang Hao's current injuries, if he was not treated at all, he might never wake up again. The violent energy inside him could torture him to death.
With Tang San's cultivation, he definitely could not expel it.
The only thing he could do was protect Tang Hao's heart meridians and help him wake up as soon as possible.
After a while, following Tang San's tireless treatment, Tang Hao finally returned from the brink of death and woke up.
"Hiss..." The intense pain throughout his body made Tang Hao suck in a sharp breath. Forcing himself through his weakness, he mobilized his Soul Power to suppress the residual sword qi Ayan had left inside him. His eyelids trembled as his blurry eyes slowly opened. Looking at his son, already drenched in sweat, he murmured, "Is that Little Third?"
"It is, Dad. I'm Little Third." Tang San's voice was choked with emotion.
Before he had fully grown, Tang Hao had been his greatest support, the foundation that let him show off and crush others.
Now that his support had fallen, how could he not be heartbroken?
"Little Third, stop. I'm mostly fine already." Tang Hao spoke weakly, his breathing ragged.
Tang San nodded. He circulated the Mysterious