Tang San's identity was far too special.
At worst, he'd just be severely injured by Yu Luomian.
Flender thought gloomily to himself.
He couldn't help but resent Tang San a little.
Qin Ming had already conceded defeat earlier—no matter what, the priority should have been to detoxify Yu Tianheng immediately.
Yet Tang San remained unrelenting, pointing at Ye Lingling and demanding she treat Xiao Wu's injuries first.
Xiao Wu only had a broken arm, which wasn't life-threatening.
But Yu Tianheng was poisoned—his life was at stake. Every second of delay could mean the difference between life and death.
Xiao San was too impulsive; Xiao Wu was his weakness. Flender sighed.
By the time Yu Tianheng died, Tang San had finally come to his senses.
He lowered his head slightly, his eyes dark and brooding, lost in thought.
Beside him stood Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang still couldn't believe this was real.
His nephew had been killed by his own disciple.
His heart was torn apart with agony.
Yu Tianheng had been very close to him as a child. Yu Xiaogang had held him, played with him, and watched him grow up.
Those had been rare moments of warmth within the family.
In the blink of an eye, he had left the family for many years, and Yu Tianheng had become the genius the family placed their highest hopes in.
He himself had taken Tang San as his disciple, determined to raise him to fame across the land.
This Soul Duel had been partly to prove his judgment and strength to his family.
And partly to put some pressure on Yu Tianheng.
But how...
How had it come to this?
Yu Xiaogang felt as though his heart were being sliced apart.
One was a nephew he regarded as a son, the other a disciple he treated as his own.
It was just too cruel—the heavens were too cruel to him.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, his gaze firm.
His nephew was already dead—his disciple must not suffer the same fate.
No matter what, he had to stop Yu Luomian.
Yu Luomian turned his gaze to Yu Xiaogang and Flender.
His eyes sharpened, the irises turning blue like condensed lightning.
Though he hadn't made a move yet, the air around them crackled with electricity.
"Yu Xiaogang, you dare stand in my way?!"
"Second Uncle, Xiao San's Soul Skill is indeed poisonous, but the toxin shouldn't have been strong enough to kill Tianheng. There must be more to this!" Yu Xiaogang said in anguish.
"Hah!"
Yu Luomian let out a cold laugh as a bolt of lightning shot from his body, striking Yu Xiaogang.
The tangible arc of electricity slammed into Yu Xiaogang's chest.
With a cry, Yu Xiaogang spat out a mouthful of blood, staggering back until Flender caught and steadied him.
"Do you take me for a fool? If not his poison, then did Tianheng die on his own?!"
Yu Luomian took a step forward, his eyes flashing with cold fury.
No one could stop him now.
Rules?
The Great Soul Arena belonged to their six factions—the rules were theirs to make.
Tang San had to die.
The surrounding members of the six families had already gathered.
No one dared—or had any reason—to stop Yu Luomian from acting against Tang San.
Yu Tianheng was the grandson of Yu Yuanzhen, the most direct-line genius Soul Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family.
If Yu Luomian didn't retaliate for his death, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family would become a laughingstock.
And Tang San's actions had indeed been questionable.
After the Imperial Combat Team surrendered, they still delayed and refused treatment.
They deserved to die if Yu Luomian killed them.
Dugu Feng also stood by the arena, his heart utterly calm.
Yu Tianheng's death was merely accelerated by the poison he added through the Core Pearl within Dugu Yan.
After today, the feud between the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family was set in stone.
What a perfect Soul Duel.
Next, there should be the scene of Tang Hao saving his son. Dugu Feng couldn't wait to see Tang Hao make his appearance.
"Second Uncle, you must not act! Xiao San's identity is special!"
Yu Xiaogang struggled and roared loudly.
Yu Luomian's killing intent was already decided, and Yu Xiaogang could no longer hold back—he had to reveal Tang San's identity.
Last time, when Tang San was kidnapped by an Evil Soul Master, the Clear Sky Crown had learned his lesson and was surely lurking nearby, secretly protecting Tang San.
If Second Uncle made a move, he wouldn't fare well.
Yu Luomian was so furious he almost laughed.
What identity could Tang San possibly have? What status could someone with a Blue Silver Grass Soul Spirit hold?
Yu Yuanzhen had only told him that Yu Xiaogang led a powerful team and took on a special disciple.
He hadn't disclosed Tang San's true identity.
Yu Luomian admitted that Yu Xiaogang had good judgment—his control-type Soul Master disciple, Tang San, had something unique about his Blue Silver Grass Soul Spirit.
But since he had killed Yu Tianheng, he had to pay the price.
Yu Luomian no longer cared to argue.
His rage could no longer be contained.
Suddenly, a Lightning Arrow shot toward Tang San—he intended to reduce Tang San to ashes.
The blue lightning tore through the void, its power so overwhelming that if it struck Tang San, he would instantly turn to dust.
Tang San's entire body froze.
Under Yu Luomian's oppressive aura, he couldn't move at all.
Neither the poison he relied on, nor his hidden weapons, nor even his second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer—none of them responded.
The gap between him and Yu Luomian was far too vast.
Despair flashed in Tang San's eyes—was he really going to die like this?
"Xiao San!"
"Xiao San can't die!"
"Ah!"
Flender and Zhao Wuji immediately reacted, trying to shield Tang San.
But Yu Luomian's speed was far beyond what they could intercept.
Still, both of them knew Tang Hao was nearby.
Even if it was just for show, they had to put on an act.
Dugu Feng closed his eyes briefly, silently willing Tang Hao to appear.
When he opened them again, another figure had appeared on the arena—a tall, burly middle-aged man with unkempt hair and shabby clothing.
"A mere crippled dragon like you dares to harm my son? Scram!"
A deep voice resonated throughout the entire Soul Duel Arena.
The words exploded in everyone's hearts, brimming with domineering force, making all tremble.
Before Tang San, without any visible movement, Tang Hao effortlessly intercepted the lightning Yu Luomian had unleashed.
As expected, Tang Hao had appeared at the most critical moment, in the most dramatic fashion.
Tang San abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with overwhelming joy.
"Father!"
Tears welled up in Tang San's eyes.
After teetering on the edge of death and being saved by his father, the relief of surviving was overwhelming.
His father… was actually a powerhouse?
Tang San found it utterly unbelievable.
The man before him was none other than the blacksmith father who had once taught him forging!
Though it had been over six years since they last met, and his father looked slightly older.
Yet Tang San recognized him at a glance.
In that small village, his father who had always made a living by forging iron and was a drunkard who drank daily turned out to be a powerhouse.
This made Tang San feel that happiness had come too suddenly.
"Clear Sky Crown!"
Yu Luomian froze.
"Even if Tang San is your son, he cannot use poison to kill on the Soul Duel Stage!"
Yu Luomian said coldly.
(End of Chapter)