The Last Tang Hao! Tang San's Transformation!

"Cough... cough..."

Suddenly, from the distant jungle, the sound of Tang San coughing brought Tang Xiaotian, who was in a daze, back to his senses.

"Ah! Xiao San!"

He instantly let go of his son and rushed towards the jungle.

The next moment, he saw another scene that left him stunned.

Xiao San had successfully broken through.

Moreover, his second spirit ring was unexpectedly a purple thousand-year soul ring!

A genius among geniuses!

In addition, he had eight peculiar spider legs.

Tang Xiaotian knew that they were precious and comparable to ten thousand-year soul bones as external soul bones!

However, his despair outweighed his hope and surprise!

Tang San's face was bruised and swollen, and his body was covered in scratches and bruises.

That wasn't all; his grandson's left hand had suffered a complete fracture of the wrist!

And his right hand had all five fingers broken!

His legs were in the same condition, with both lower legs fractured and bone fragments exposed.

In addition, the two external soul bones on the two spider legs were directly broken and had fallen off.

Tang Xiaotian's heart was bleeding as he watched this scene.

Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped.

And with some simple bandaging, the wounds should heal.

However, it might take a year or more of recuperation.

Given Tang San's physique, his injuries might recover in just one or two months.

But cultivating required a high demand on the body.

It was like athletes recovering from injuries to the point where they could live normally; it was simple and quick.

But to recover to the level where they could train at high intensity required more time and more complex, professional scientific training.

Tang Xiaotian's face kept changing.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at his son, Tang Hao.

In his eyes, there was disappointment, hatred, and coldness.

Even Tang Hao shuddered when he saw his father's gaze.

Tang Xiaotian lifted Tang San and poured his powerful soul power into him.

At the same time, with a light shake, he put Tang San back into a coma.

He walked toward Tang Hao, his gaze becoming firmer.

"Dad... What's wrong?"

Tang Xiaotian didn't speak, and he stopped three steps in front of Tang Hao before saying anything.

Suddenly, he chuckled, revealing his white teeth.

"Hahaha, what's wrong?"

"My good son, you dare ask me what's wrong?"

"I want to ask, what's wrong with you..."

Hearing Tang Xiaotian's cold and suppressed words filled with endless anger, Tang Hao lowered his head.

"...No, what you do is none of my damn business!"

"I want to ask, what's wrong with my grandson!"

"What's wrong with the future Patriarch of the Haotian Sect!"

"What's wrong with this once-in-a-millennium genius!"

Tang Xiaotian's voice grew louder, and in the end, he roared madly!

"Tang Hao! From now on, you are not my son, nor are you a member of the Haotian Sect!"

"Get out!"

Tang Hao's body trembled, his mouth opened, but he didn't say a word.

He licked his lips, which were covered in a foul-smelling mixture of feces and urine. He seemed oblivious to it, turned around in a daze, and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Tang Xiaotian said coldly.

Tang Hao felt a glimmer of hope, thinking that his father's anger might have weakened, and he had a change of heart.

He quickly turned around and looked at Tang Xiaotian.

However, all he saw was Tang Xiaotian's face, even colder than before.

"I and the sect won't need you to repay us for decades of nurturing."

"However, you cannot take the sect's inheritance items with you!"

Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, then his face changed. He understood.

On his face, all expressions gradually disappeared, leaving a true dead-gray complexion, almost indistinguishable from a corpse.

He raised his left hand, forming a palm into a blade, and soul power surged at the edge of his palm, directed towards a heavy bone-chopping knife.

With a wave of his left hand, a crisp sound rang out, and his right arm was cut off at the elbow.

Blood gushed out, and he quickly stopped the bleeding with his fingers.

His already pale face turned even paler.

Sweat poured down his forehead.

But he remained expressionless, as if this hand wasn't his own.

He swung his left hand again, chopping down at his left knee!

Crack!

A louder and clearer sound echoed as his left shinbone broke off.

Time seemed to be passing quickly, and the flesh and blood on his right arm and left shinbone quickly disappeared, exposing the white bones.

The bones also rapidly decayed, leaving only two soul bones.

Among the three soul bones of Haotian Sect, two of them, both heritage soul bones, had a strength of over 80,000 years, making them very powerful.

The other soul bone of his left arm remained with Tang Xiaotian.

After he was devoured by the Dark Devil Tiger, he naturally lost that soul bone.

"This soul bone should also be left to you all."

"Tang Xiaotian, please do it."

Tang Hao looked at Tang Xiaotian and extended his left arm.

Tang Xiaotian's face changed, feeling somewhat reluctant, but after looking at Tang San in his arms, he gritted his teeth.

With a wave of his hand, he also chopped off Tang Hao's left arm!

The 70,000-year-old Silverback Demon Ape soul bone quickly appeared.

Generally speaking, soul bones cannot be taken out.

They were bones more closely connected to life than ordinary bones, comparable to skulls and vertebral bones, and removing them would result in death.

However, after becoming a Title Douluo, one could pay a huge price of dropping ten levels and extract the soul bone!

Tang Hao took out three soul bones in a row, dropping from the rank of Title Douluo to level 60.

He almost fell to level 59.

However, with Tang Xiaotian's help, his soul power surged out, stopping the bleeding and stabilizing his cultivation.

"You... Ah..."

Tang Xiaotian wanted to say something but stopped, ultimately sighing heavily.

"Sorry."

Tang Hao said softly, using soul power to create a fake leg in place of his left leg, turning him into a cripple as he limped away.

As he watched Tang Hao's gradually disappearing figure, Tang Xiaotian clenched his fist.

"Damn! Damn!"

He roared to the sky, his killing intent soaring into the clouds, revealing the soul power of a 97th level Super Douluo.

At this moment, he even wanted to rush into the core of the Star Dou Forest to find that Blue Silver Grass that had repeatedly harmed his son and grandson.

But he restrained himself.

First, he picked up the 70,000-year-old left arm soul bone, attached it to Tang San's left hand, and activated his soul power to help him absorb it.

Generally, soul bones were used to enhance physical attributes, strength, and add one or two powerful skills.

The enhancement of soul power was not so obvious.

However, it wasn't absolute; powerful soul bones could also enhance soul power.

For example, in the original work, after Tang San obtained the 2,000-year Eight Spider Lances, his soul power increased by one level.

After absorbing his mother's Blue Silver Emperor's 100,000-year soul bone, his soul power increased by three levels.

At this moment, with Tang Xiaotian's help, the 70,000-year soul bone slowly merged into Tang San's left arm.

Tang San's soul power kept soaring.

This soul bone was "fresh," apart from its high age, it also contained Tang Hao's remnants of Title Douluo-level soul power.

Tang San's cultivation directly rose from level 22 to level 27, a significant increase of five levels!

His left arm's broken bones and muscle injuries also rapidly healed.

The rest of his injuries were also recovering.

Tang Xiaotian was overjoyed.