A few days later, at Shrek Academy.
A black figure shot onto the crown of a great tree with a swish. He had only one arm, and he pushed aside the leaves to peer into a nearby room. It was crowded with people, worry written on every face.
Tang San lay on the bed inside, his face bruised and swollen. His complexion was pale, traces of blood lingered at the corners of his mouth, and bandages covered his upper body. His expression was agonized, as though he were trapped in a nightmare.
What happened? Tang Hao's brow instantly furrowed. I was only gone for a few days. Why has Little San ended up like this?
Then Tang Hao heard Grandmaster ask anxiously, "Flender, how is Little San doing?"
"His condition has more or less stabilized. His life shouldn't be in danger for now. I never expected Xiao Yan to strike so hard this time. He actually crippled Tang San's Blue Silver Grass martial soul without a shred of mercy. A prodigy of his generation, brought low just like that." Flender sighed and shook his head before continuing worriedly, "Xiao Gang, you need to look after yourself, too. Your martial soul, Luo Sanpao, seems to have suffered serious damage this time. I'm afraid our Martial Soul Fusion Skill may never again..."
Grandmaster's expression grew ugly at those words. His gaze gradually chilled as he said darkly, "Xiao Yan, I, Yu Xiaogang, cannot live under the same sky as you."
As he spoke, he clutched his chest and coughed several times. Clearly, his injuries were severe.
"Xiao Gang, are you all right?" Liu Erlong hurried forward to support Grandmaster, asking nervously, "How could Xiao Yan be so ruthless? Tang San is his own younger brother, yet he actually crippled Little San's Blue