Tang Hao's injuries relapsed again, and he fell to the ground unable to get up. Seeing this, Tang San immediately ran to his father and crouched down, gently touching his father's chest.
He remembered the last time his father had exacerbated his injuries by exerting too much force while using his Martial Soul True Body to save him and Xiaowu.
His injuries were extremely severe.
"Xiaosan, stop worrying, I'm used to these old wounds by now; it's nothing,"
Tang Hao said.
Tang Hao stood up and dusted himself off.
This old man had too much pride to ever show weakness in front of his son, no matter how unwell he felt.
"If you don't take proper care, you could be in danger at any moment!"
To put it bluntly, he could leave Tang San at any time.
He could pass away!
"You don't need to concern yourself with my issues. What you need to do is follow my instructions and become strong quickly. Do you want to end up unable to protect your loved one, just like I was back then!?"
Tang Hao spoke with a stern tone.
This really angered him.
He truly didn't want Tang San to waste time on his injuries. He only wished for Tang San to throw himself into his training wholeheartedly and rapidly increase his Soul Power.
This was the outcome Tang Hao most wanted to see and it would allow Tang San to properly protect his loved ones.
He didn't want to be too late to protect his loved ones like in the past.
There are no words for regret in this world; one can only achieve success through continuous effort.
"Dad, how could I not care about you? You are the person I cherish most in the world. What would I do if you really died and left me alone?"
Tang San said to his father.
Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's face showed deep guilt. If he really died, the Tang family would be left only with Tang San. What was he to do then?
"I am not going to die just yet. Even if I wanted to seek treatment, there's nothing that can be done. The fact that I can still control my injuries to this extent is already a stroke of great fortune,"
"Not even a healing-class Titled Douluo can cure it, so there's no way you can!"
Tang Hao had already given up on the idea.
The skills of healing-class Soul Masters were only a stopgap, not a true cure.
But Tang San's Soul Power could effect a true cure; however, with his current abilities, he was unable to heal his father's old wounds.
Only when his Soul Power neared his father's level would there be a good chance to fully treat the condition.
"Thump!"
Suddenly, there was a thumping sound.
Tang Hao was walking ahead.
He knew what Tang San was doing.
Kneeling.
"Get up. I hate it when people grovel,"
Tang Hao said, anger evident in his voice.
He had never expected his son to kneel before him in such a manner.
"Dad, please promise me that from now on you absolutely must not engage in a fight, especially with someone of similar strength. Otherwise, if your injuries flare up again, the chances of healing would become very slim,"
Tang San spoke again.
"Stop the nonsense; we need to head to the next training location right now,"
His father didn't directly agree.
Instead, he chose to change the subject.
"Dad!"
"???"
Tang San was seen clutching a dagger tightly in his hand.
Was he threatening his father?
If his father refused to agree, was he prepared to die right in front of him?
"What are you trying to do!?"
Tang Hao asked.
"Dad, if Mom were still alive, she would never want to see you neglect yourself like this. Please, for her sake and mine, agree to it,"
Tang San pleaded with his father again and again.
Tang Hao looked at Tang San's pitiful expression, not wanting his own issues to delay or affect his training in the future.
"I promise you,"
Tang Hao agreed without hesitation.
He quickly agreed.
Then they continued on their journey,
heading to the next training destination.
Tang San was not sure where his father would take him!
But it was enough to follow along.
After all, his father was experienced and knew where to go next!
They trekked over mountains and through waters before finding a tavern.
Deciding to rest there, they planned to go inside.
Tang Hao pushed the door open and entered with Tang San.
Inside, everything was in disarray.
It seemed that a fight had recently taken place.
They saw the waiter tidying up the tables and chairs,
but it wasn't disturbing the other patrons from drowning their sorrows in alcohol.
"Look who we have here, two more unfamiliar faces,"
said one of the curious patrons.
The father and son were both wearing black cloaks, and Tang San's face was covered with a mask, meant to protect his identity from being easily recognized.
The crowd watched them with puzzled expressions.
At the time, Tang San noticed that the seated customers were all drinking a red liquid.
He had no idea what it was that they were drinking;
it was something he had never seen before and he was very curious about it.
His father had already settled into a seat,
clearly having been here before.
Only his father knew when he had last visited this place.
After all, he was already at the level of a Title Douluo.
"What would you two like to order?"
The waiter asked them.
"Give me two cups of Netherworld Dew."
"Are you sure!?"
The waiter asked in disbelief.
Netherworld Dew wasn't something just anyone could drink, let alone this pair of father and son!
Could they even afford it?
Facing the waiter's incredulous tone, Tang San got somewhat angry.
In an instant, a red light burst forth.
"Hiss—!"
Everyone in the inn could feel an overpowering strength.
"Okay, please, just wait a moment."
The inn's waiter said.
He was terrified.
This time he had either irritated the other party, and then his life might not be spared.
Better just to honestly do as the guest requested.
The people around cast a few glances at Tang San and his father.
"Please enjoy!"
The waiter brought over the Netherworld Dew.
A full cup of red, steaming Netherworld Dew was placed on the table.
"Dad, what is this?"
Tang San asked with a confused look.
Such a strong stench!
He watched his father directly pour the red beverage from the cup into his mouth.
"Drink it, what are you hesitating for,"
So Tang San also drank it down just like his father.
"This Netherworld Dew is made from condensing and refining the soul power of those who have been defeated."
Tang Hao explained to his son.
After Tang San understood,
"Clang!"
The cup fell directly to the ground.
He immediately spewed the Netherworld Dew from his mouth.
He just couldn't swallow it.
It was like a volcanic eruption.
"What fools, just go back home,"
An old man said in their direction.
The people around even mocked Tang San.
"This isn't a place for trash."
The crowd said.
Really not afraid of stirring up trouble, loving to meddle in others' affairs.
"Xiaosan, kill them."
Tang Hao said in a serious tone.
He couldn't tolerate others looking down on them,
Especially when Xiaosan was bullied outside.
So he told Xiaosan to deal with those who were harmful to them,
To save himself the trouble.
It looked like a big scene was about to unfold again.
The boss and the waiter of the inn hid in a corner,
Fearing they would be killed.
They clung to each other tightly.
"Kill, kill him,"
The people around egged on.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Bluesilver Impaling Array."
Tang San immediately released his Fourth Soul Skill and attacked the enemy.
This soul skill was not inferior to the Eight Spider Bone.
This must be the might of the Bluesilver Emperor!
"You shouldn't have spared them, remember that upon entering Slaughter City, all you can rely on is yourself; you must defeat everyone who poses a threat to you and win the annual championship of the Slaughter Arena, you must not yield it easily to others."
"This is also the trial you have to face, I hope you can take the championship back."
Tang Hao said.
"Dad, rest assured, I will definitely do it,"
Tang San said to his father.
Just as Tang San was about to swing his hammer down in the direction of the crowd, his hammer's Soul Power reminded him that the ground was hollow.
So he tried to smash his hammer fiercely onto the ground.
"Boom!"
He smashed a hollow hole directly.
An underground passage was discovered.
And he plunged down without hesitation.
Never had he expected that he too would find the passage leading to Slaughter City.
Lucky for Ye Feng, he was one step ahead.
Otherwise, they would have encountered each other again.
Enemies often cross each other's path.
But his father had no intention of going down with him,
Still seated in his chair.
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