Xiao Wu, having regained her senses, glared at Yu Yuanzhen with furious rabbit eyes: "Human, you have no honor! You promised to let brother go, yet you went back on your word!"
"Hmph. Challenging a Title Douluo comes with consequences."
Yu Yuanzhen's gaze swept past Tang San before settling coldly on Xiao Wu.
"Besides, I said I would let him go meaning I wouldn't take his life. Removing an unrefined external spirit bone won't kill him."
Though Tang San's back was drenched in red, it was just excessive blood loss.
A Soul Master's physique wasn't that fragile. Even support-type Soul Masters typically had far greater endurance than ordinary people.
And this was a three-ringed Soul Elder in his teens he would be fine.
If not for Yu Yuanzhen's plan to have Xiao Wu sacrifice herself when Yu Tianheng reached level 50, he would have already killed Tang San upon seeing that talent.
If you cut the weeds but don't uproot them, they'll grow back with the spring breeze. That look in Tang San's eyes full of hatred, wishing for his death the best solution was to silence him permanently.
With that thought, Yu Yuanzhen prepared to leave with Xiao Wu. Staying any longer was unwise. With a 100,000-year spirit beast involved, any unexpected incident would be troublesome.
First, secure the 100,000-year spirit beast. Then, return for Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Yuanzhen and his group turned to leave without hesitation. Even the usually vocal Liu Erlong didn't suggest visiting Yu Xiaogang immediately.
A 100,000-year spirit beast and spirit ring were too significant. Better to settle this matter first before dealing with anything else.
"Damn... damn it!"
As Yu Yuanzhen turned away, Tang San suddenly lunged forward.
"70 meters... 60 meters, 50 meters..."
"40 meters now!"
A flash of light from his spirit tool, and a peculiar repeating crossbow appeared in his hand.
"You won't take Xiao Wu! Even if I die, I'll tear a chunk of flesh from you!"
"Zhuge Divine Crossbow fire!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
A dense barrage of bolts shot from Tang San's crossbow.
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened in alarm.
He tried to block the attack with spirit power, but he was a step too late.
One after another, the bolts embedded themselves into Yu Tianheng's body. Blood gushed out in thick streams.
"Tianheng!"
Yu Yuanzhen's pupils dilated, refusing to believe what he was seeing.
Yu Tianheng the future of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a 43rd-ranked Soul Ancestor at just 20 years old had been turned into a pincushion.
His head, chest, neck... every vital point was pierced by bolts.
While Soul Masters had strong vitality, these were still fatal wounds. Once struck, survival was nearly impossible.
Yu Tianheng collapsed limply to the ground, his life force rapidly fading. He tried to speak his last words, but with his throat punctured, no sound came out.
Yu Yuanzhen cradled Yu Tianheng in his arms, staring at his lifeless grandson before letting out a guttural roar:
"TIANHENG! AAAAAAH !"
Beside him, Liu Erlong stood frozen, her eyes vacant, as if unable to process this sudden turn of events.
"I told you even if I die, I'll take a bite out of you."
Tang San propped himself up with one arm, his clothes soaked in sweat and blood, his voice filled with bitter defiance.
He didn't know if he would survive, but vengeance had to be delivered immediately. For Xiao Wu's sake, this was worth it!
"Good... very good!"
Tang San's words reached Yu Yuanzhen's ears, making his breathing grow heavier with rage.
"You dare kill Tianheng? Then you'll join him in death!"
"Heh... So even a Title Douluo can get angry? I thought you were always calm and composed."
Tang San swayed as he stood, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Old man, now you know the pain of losing someone dear. But my suffering is greater than yours."
"Even if you kill me, that man Tianheng won't come back."
"I- GRAAAH!"
Yu Yuanzhen struck Xiao Wu's neck, knocking her unconscious instantly, then tossed her to Liu Erlong.
"Keep this brat secure. Don't lose her."
Liu Erlong nodded silently. Now was not the time to provoke Yu Yuanzhen.
The greatest pains in life were losing one's mother in youth, one's wife in middle age, and one's child in old age.
And Yu Yuanzhen had just experienced the last losing his grandson!
One by one, spirit rings rose around him.
Two yellow, two purple, five black the optimal configuration for a Title Douluo.
A 95th-ranked Title Douluo the Thunder Douluo!
"So what if you're a Title Douluo? Can you save that pincushion over there?"
Tang San seemed to have given up entirely.
As an outer disciple of the Tang Sect, he was well-versed in poison. The question was whether he could take down the woman beside them too.
She looked like a woman in her thirties, but her strength was surely greater than the younger Yu Tianheng's.
Kill as many as possible. One is breaking even. Two is profit.
As his spirit rings fully manifested, Yu Yuanzhen's already defined muscles bulged further.
"Brat! Today, I'll teach you what it means to beg for death but find no relief!"
"You won't die until my hatred is satisfied!"
Electric arcs crackled around Yu Yuanzhen as his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit emitted a faint draconic roar.
Just as he was about to strike, an untimely voice interrupted.
"Father! Spare him!"
A familiar voice echoed from the distant sky.
A "birdman" carrying a middle-aged man was flying toward them at high speed.
Recognizing that face, Yu Yuanzhen's brows furrowed slightly.
"Xiaogang! And Flender?"
Liu Erlong, a Soul Sage, also noticed the newcomers and identified them.
Soon, Flender landed with Yu Xiaogang in tow.
Flender immediately went to check Tang San's injuries, while Yu Xiaogang approached Yu Yuanzhen, his face filled with confusion.
"Father, why are you here?"
"And why are you in conflict with Xiao San?"
Noticing the familiar external spirit bone in Yu Yuanzhen's hand, his tone carried a hint of displeasure.
Don't tell me the clan leader grew greedy upon seeing Tang San and attacked him!
What a farce family turning against family!
"Hmph. I came to find you. I discovered a way for you to break through to the 30th rank."
Yu Yuanzhen spoke indifferently. Under normal circumstances, he would have been overjoyed. But now...
With Yu Tianheng the clan's greatest hope dead, what did it matter if Yu Xiaogang reached the Soul Elder rank?
"R-really?"
Yu Xiaogang's face briefly lit up with excitement before settling back into seriousness.
Understanding the truth of this situation took priority now.
"Father, if Xiao San offended you somehow, please tell me how."
"Xiao San?" Yu Yuanzhen sneered. "How affectionate! What exactly is your relationship with that brat?"
"Tang San is my disciple. Though the world calls his spirit trash, I firmly believe there are no useless spirits only useless Soul Masters. I will prove this soon..."
Speaking of his prized student, Yu Xiaogang grew animated.
"Enough! Do you know what your precious disciple has done?"
Yu Yuanzhen cut him off coldly.
"He used some weapon to kill my grandson your nephew, Yu Tianheng! The future hope of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"