Chapter 117: Mysterious Jade Hands, Shattered!

The massive holy dragon body of Luo Sanpao was pierced by countless bones, causing it to let out a groan of pain before rapidly shrinking and turning into a blue-purple light that returned to Yu Xiaogang's body.

However, the bone dragon did not disappear. Its body transformed into countless bone spikes that shot toward the three of them. Liu Erlong and Flender, standing at the front, reacted first and immediately shielded Yu Xiaogang.

Gu Rong's eyes flashed with mockery. He wasn't like Chen Xin, who would give a lesson and be done with it. These bone spikes wouldn't kill them, but they would embed themselves in their bodies, disrupting their meridians and preventing their soul power from advancing further.

Warm, metallic-smelling blood splattered onto Yu Xiaogang's face. Already severely injured, he lost his composure and fell to the ground, scrambling backward despite the filth, a stark contrast to Flender and Liu Erlong, who stood protectively in front of him.

For a moment, death had brushed past his face. How could a mere Soul Grandmaster not be terrified?

Throughout Yu Xiaogang's life, he had always been sheltered—first by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, then by Flender, Liu Erlong, and even Bibi Dong. If there was ever a flower nurtured in a greenhouse, he was undoubtedly one of them.

Even when helping Tang San obtain his first soul ring, if it weren't for Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Technique and hidden weapons, the two of them would have been killed by the soul beast, ending the story right there.

Gu Rong didn't even spare him a glance. The weakest link of the Golden Iron Triangle wasn't worthy of a Titled Douluo's attention.

"Kid, for Shen An's sword strike, you can only defend, not counterattack," Gu Rong said indifferently.

Tang Hao, though prepared, still felt a surge of anger, followed by a deep sense of sorrow and helplessness.

The son of the Clear Sky Douluo was being ordered around, yet he could only endure. He could hide in the shadows, but Tang San couldn't.

Tang San should stand in the sunlight, seize greater opportunities and resources. Following him while constantly on the run would only hinder Tang San's progress.

If they provoked the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan and the Spirit Hall, the combined forces of these two powers would spell doom for him and his son. Even the secluded Clear Sky Clan would face annihilation.

Tang San took a deep breath, his heart filled with frustration and resentment that he couldn't shake off.

Why did Shen An always have powerful protectors? Why did Shen An always oppose him? Even that damned cat dared to insult him.

Why, despite his exceptional talent, mastery of secret techniques, and twin martial souls, was there no Titled Douluo willing to take him under their wing and stand up for him?

And why was his master just a pitiful Soul Grandmaster?

"Come on, let me see how strong you really are," Tang San said sullenly.

Shen An, holding the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, said calmly, "We had no enmity, yet you repeatedly sought trouble with me. Taking this sword strike is what you deserve. Whether you live or die, blame no one."

Tang San was furious. Shen An's words showed complete disregard for him. Both were Soul Elders; who was afraid of whom?

Shen An gripped his sword, his black-and-white eyes turning a pale green. His mind immersed itself in the sword in his hand.

The Azure Sword Eyes not only granted him heightened perception and vision but also placed him in a state of absolute calm, unaffected by emotions. His heart was like the clear sky reflecting the moon, accurately perceiving everything around him.

Tang San looked at Shen An, who seemed to merge with the surrounding world, and a sense of dread spread through his heart.

He pushed his Mysterious Heaven Technique to its limits, his Mysterious Jade Hands glowing brilliantly. His eyes shone with a deep purple hue, and his soul power was expended without reserve. Blue Silver Grass sprouted layer after layer, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

In an instant, Shen An swung his sword. There was no sound, no light, only a sword energy that arrived abruptly.

This sword was too fast, too sharp. Even with his Purple Demon Eyes, Tang San could barely catch a glimpse of its trajectory. The layers of Blue Silver Grass were sliced apart, yet the sword energy showed no sign of weakening.

'It's now or never!'

A hint of madness flashed in Tang San's eyes as he poured all his soul power into his Mysterious Jade Hands.

"Clang!"

A metallic clang rang out, and sparks flew visibly.

"Ahhhh!"

Excruciating pain twisted Tang San's face. His Mysterious Jade Hands had shattered!

Four jade-like fingers of varying lengths fell to the ground. Without soul power to sustain them, the fingers quickly lost their jade-like color, and bright red blood seeped out, creating a gruesome sight.

The sword energy, relentless, infiltrated Tang San's wounds, destroying the meridians in his arms.

Tang Hao's expression changed drastically. A terrifying, domineering aura swept through the area as he instantly appeared beside Tang San. With a swing of his hammer, he precisely shattered the powerful and sharp sword energy.

"You deserve to die!!!"

An overwhelming, fearsome aura surged toward Shen An. Gu Rong's figure flickered as he stepped in front of Shen An.

The power of this sword strike even made Gu Rong sigh in admiration. Forget Tang San, a mere Soul Elder—even a non-defensive Soul King would die upon encountering it.

What Gu Rong didn't understand was why Tang Hao was so furious, as if he had lost his son, when the boy with the external soul bone was injured.

Of course, Gu Rong couldn't have known that this boy with the Blue Silver Grass martial soul was Tang Hao's biological son.

Tang Hao's face was hidden under his black cloak, but Shen An could still feel a pair of eyes filled with rage glaring at him.

Tom and Jerry quickly ran to Shen An's side. So what if he wielded a hammer? If he dared to bully Shen An, they would make sure his hammer wasn't the only heavy thing around!

"Don't go too far. You agreed to this duel. If you're outmatched, don't blame others."

"My hand! My meridians! It hurts! It hurts so much!" Tang San's face flushed red with pain, his heart filled with hatred and fear. His Mysterious Jade Hands were shattered, four finger bones severed. How could he ever reach the pinnacle of soul masters in the future?

Tang Hao's black cloak billowed without wind, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand glowing with a domineering black light. His desire to kill Shen An reached its peak.

"Take him away now. Find a healing-type soul master to treat him. There's still a chance for recovery."

"Otherwise, you can try to see if you can kill this kid under the protection of me, the most elusive among Titled Douluo," Gu Rong said calmly, unafraid.

Tom and Jerry also glared at Tang Hao, a metal hammer and a wooden hammer quietly appearing in their hands.

Tang Hao said through gritted teeth, "What a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, what a Bone Douluo. I will remember today's events. We'll meet again."

Ignoring Yu Xiaogang and the others, Tang Hao collected Tang San's severed finger bones and grabbed the screaming Tang San. With a burst of soul power, he vanished from the spot.

He urgently needed to find a healing-type soul master to stabilize Tang San's injuries. The sword energy was incredibly sharp, unlike anything he had ever seen. In terms of quality, even Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword might not compare.

If the healing soul master couldn't repair the damage, he would have no choice but to take his son to that place.