"You seem awfully happy to hear I killed my father," Tang San said mockingly.
"No, no, that's not true." Yu Xiaogang hurried to deny it, but even an AK couldn't have flattened the corners of his upturned mouth.
"Do you know why I told you? Why I told everyone?" Tang San asked mysteriously.
As soon as Tang San spoke, the atmosphere went rigid.
"W-why?" Yu Xiaogang froze. He had never thought about that question.
Pfft! The answer Yu Xiaogang received was a blade through his heart.
Yu Xiaogang stared at the sword in shock, then looked at Tang San in disbelief.
"Why? Because I've had enough!" Tang San's face twisted into a cruel smile.
"Little San... you!" Yu Xiaogang said incredulously.
Tang San pulled out the Shura God Sword and watched coldly as Yu Xiaogang collapsed to the ground, the life slowly leaving him.
"You think that's the end?" Tang San raised a hand and used his Divine Power to bring the dead Yu Xiaogang back to life.
Lying in a pool of blood, Yu Xiaogang stirred. He looked at Tang San as though he could no longer make sense of the world. "I'm alive. Was I dreaming just now? Little San, you're such a devoted disciple. How could you kill your teacher? I knew it was—"
Slash! Tang San brought his sword down, severing part of Yu Xiaogang's shoulder. Blood gushed out like a spring.
Flat-top's expression froze for a moment before he let out a piercing scream.
Through the pain, Yu Xiaogang struggled to look at Tang San. "Little San, why? Why would you..."
"I'm using unforgettable pain to tell you, Gangzi: you aren't dreaming." With that, Tang San swung again and cut off Yu Xiaogang's other arm.
"Aaaaaah!" Yu Xiaogang howled in agony.
"You're my teacher? Hahahaha!