The Golden Dragon King's consciousness, lingering within the ruin divine core, had never imagined he might see the light of day again.
Although the Golden Dragon King could not sense exactly what was happening outside, the boy's will had now sunk to rock bottom.
His bloodline had been stolen by a despicable ant, but how could such a despicable ant ever fully assimilate it?
The Golden Dragon King's consciousness merely exerted a little of his special power, interfering with Tang Wulin's judgment through negative emotions and dragging his already shattered will into an even deeper abyss.
By now, Old Tang was so frantic he was on the verge of cursing.
He knew he was probably a fragment of some powerful figure's spiritual avatar, but couldn't that powerful figure have left him a little more strength? He was now using every scrap of his power to restrain the Golden Dragon King, preventing him from seizing the opportunity to break through the seal.
He had no strength left to stop Tang Wulin's actions!
"Please! Anyone will do. Someone save this poor child!" Old Tang did not know exactly what his relationship with Tang Wulin was, but he knew how much the boy had sacrificed to grow stronger and stay alive.
The Golden Dragon Claw gently sliced through the skin, and crimson blood slowly trickled out. Just as Tang Wulin was about to go further, his hand suddenly stopped moving. He could not advance it another fraction of an inch.
"Tang Wulin! Have you lost your mind?"
Smack!
The sharp crack of a slap brought Tang Wulin fully back to his senses.
His unfocused eyes regained their clarity, and he looked at the furious figure kneeling on the bed before him.
His cheek burned with pain.
Jiang Mingyuan was genuinely angry. He was