Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Xue Beng and Tang San
Despite Tang San’s immense resentment, it ultimately amounted to nothing but intense bitterness, unable to change the current situation.
"Xiao Yu, what do you want now?"
Finally, Tang San accepted his fate, his expression calm as he looked at Xiao Yu.
Now that death seemed imminent, the fear in Tang San’s heart gradually dissipated, replaced by intense resentment.
The adrenaline-fueled determination to fight to the end!
Seeing Tang San’s expression, which clearly showed his readiness to fight, Xiao Yu’s hands continued to roam over Tang Yuehua’s body as he spoke indifferently.
"Nothing much. I just happened to learn you were here, so I came to see you. But mainly, you need to pay for nearly killing my teacher!"
"What price do you want me to pay?"
Tang San asked, his eyes dark.
"Simple. Break your legs, and I’ll spare your life."
"You..."
Hearing Xiao Yu’s words, Tang San, who had been ready to fight to the death, was stunned. Just break his legs? Xiao Yu didn’t want to kill him?
Although losing his legs would mean living as a cripple, at least his life would be spared.
As long as he lived, there was still hope for revenge in the future!
Moreover, as long as he lived, there was still a chance his legs could be healed.
"If I break my own legs, you’ll spare my life?"
"Correct."
Xiao Yu nodded slightly, his expression indifferent, as if discussing something trivial.
Finally, Tang San looked at Xiao Yu and Tang Yuehua, who was blushing as she gazed at Xiao Yu.
Without hesitation, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and used his Clear Sky Hammer to smash his own legs!
"Boom!!"
"Boom!!"
"Ah!!!!"
Instantly, the pain of breaking his own legs overwhelmed Tang San’s mind.
The Clear Sky Hammer in his hands dissipated, returning to his body.
In an instant, the once cozy room turned into a scene of carnage, blood splattering everywhere.
After a while, Tang San, trembling, leaned against a chair, his face ashen as he asked Xiao Yu.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Looking at Tang San’s bloodied legs, Xiao Yu nodded slightly, keeping his promise not to further harm Tang San.
"Mm, not bad. Yuehua, since the matter is settled, I’ll take my leave. Remember to come to the Blue Tyrant Academy tomorrow to work with Erlong. With just you, I can’t fully enjoy myself!"
With that, Xiao Yu casually picked up the 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor leg bone, which emitted a blue glow, and left.
"Mother..."
Seeing Xiao Yu take his mother’s spirit bone, Tang San wanted to reclaim it, but he only dared to stretch out his hand, his face filled with fear and caution. He didn’t dare say a word, afraid that Xiao Yu might change his mind and kill him.
"Little San, Auntie is sorry. Hold on, I’ll get someone to help you immediately."
After seeing Xiao Yu off, Tang Yuehua hurried back to comfort Tang San.
However, Tang San didn’t even want to look at Tang Yuehua.
His legs had been broken because of her betrayal!
He had trusted his aunt so much.
Yet, not only had she become Xiao Yu’s plaything, but she had also betrayed him at Xiao Yu’s command.
In the end, he had been forced to break his own legs, and to make matters worse, he had lost his mother’s 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor leg bone!
If he had that spirit bone’s skill, his legs might have had a chance to heal. But now, everything was gone.
Seeing Tang San’s resentful and furious expression, Tang Yuehua, her rationality returning, knew she had gone too far.
Thus, she didn’t dare say more and quickly called for a healing-type soul master to treat Tang San.
For a while, the Moon Pavilion was in an uproar as they worked to heal Tang San, attracting much attention.
Among those who noticed, the one with the strongest background was undoubtedly a man named Xue Beng.
Standing calmly at the doorway, Xue Beng’s face showed no emotion other than deep contemplation and worry.
This Xue Beng bore no resemblance to the arrogant and domineering prince from the palace.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yu, on his way back to the Blue Tyrant Academy, looked at the glowing blue spirit bone in his hand, pondering who to give it to.
As for Tang San, Xiao Yu no longer cared.
Tang San no longer posed any threat that required Xiao Yu’s caution.
Whether Tang San lived or died was of no concern to Xiao Yu.
Even if Tang San became a god, even a dual-god, he would still be no match for Xiao Yu in his current state.
With his divine body and the full power of the Nine Crowns of the True Dragon, Xiao Yu believed he was invincible below the level of a third-tier god.
Even if Tang San became a god, his strength wouldn’t instantly reach the level of a true first-tier god.
Moreover, killing Tang San now might attract too much attention from the Asura God and Sea God, which would be troublesome.
After all, for Xiao Yu, the Asura God and Sea God were far more difficult to deal with than Tang San.
In the original story, they had gone to great lengths to help Tang San achieve dual-godhood.
As fellow inheritors of godly positions, the Rakshasa God had never once helped Bibi Dong.
In contrast, Tang San was like the Sea God’s own son, with the Sea God frequently appearing to assist him.
He helped Tang San repel Bibi Dong’s pursuit.
He helped Tang San defeat the Deep Sea Demon Whale King.
He even helped Tang San defeat the godly Qian Renxue.
Finally, the Asura God, to resurrect the already dead Tang San, even called upon the God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess to help!
Given all these privileges, it was clear that Tang San was the Asura God and Sea God’s chosen heir.
The godly positions were practically handed to him on a silver platter, whether he wanted them or not.
Soon, Xiao Yu cast aside all distractions and returned to the Blue Tyrant Academy, resuming his nightly revelries.
After all, there was still the matter of visiting the Clear Sky Sect at the beginning of next month.
With the Clear Sky Sect’s grand return, how could Xiao Yu not get involved?
That night, Tang San, enduring the pain from his broken legs, stared at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes.
Recalling everything that had happened that day, Tang San felt utterly humiliated.
Despite living two lives, he had not only failed to elevate the Tang Sect but had now fallen to such a state, powerless to change anything.
"Who’s there?"
Just as Tang San was filled with grief and indignation, a shadow appeared beside him.
"Tang San, my young master requests your presence."
"Who are you? How do you know my identity?"
Tang San asked in shock.