Just as Tang San hovered on the brink of death, a clear voice suddenly rang out from afar. "Dugu Bo, don't you dare!"
Dugu Bo froze at the sound and turned toward its source. Three figures were racing down from the mountaintop toward the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Two of them carried the third between them. Even the rugged cliff face failed to slow them in the slightest as they rapidly approached.
"Little San!" Seeing the dying Tang San in Dugu Bo's hand, Grandmaster and Flender cried out in unison, panic spreading across their faces.
After all, if Tang San really died, how could they possibly answer to Tang Hao?
It would probably involve far more than a beating without the use of a Martial Soul.
Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes and snorted disdainfully. "No wonder this brat dared steal my medicinal herbs. So you were backing him up."
"Farts like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!" Grandmaster snorted coldly, and one of his yellow rings flew out to settle around Luo Sanpao.
The next moment, the running Luo Sanpao growled. An inhalation like a howling hurricane rang out, and his already fat belly expanded at an astonishing rate until it became an enormous balloon.
Luo Sanpao's clear blue eyes abruptly lit up. The ring around him blazed, and his round body suddenly bounced into the air, rising some ten meters at an astonishing speed before he aimed his rear at Dugu Bo.
With a spluttering sound, a beam of yellow light suddenly shot out.
"Courting death!" Green light flared in Dugu Bo's eyes. With a flick of the hand gripping Tang San's neck, he hurled him straight into the yellow beam shooting from Luo Sanpao's rear.
The stench immediately brought the unconscious Tang San back to a faint degree