Chrysanthemum Douluo, still seething with rage, gave a light snort as he looked at Tang San before him.
With a casual wave of his hand, chrysanthemums appeared in his palm.
"A mere Battle Soul Master dares run wild here? Hurry up and die!"
The moment his words fell, the chrysanthemums bore down on Tang San and Yu Xiaogang with an irresistible, overwhelming pressure.
Frozen in place, Yu Xiaogang saw this and could not help turning his gaze toward Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and the others.
Yet no matter how much he hoped they would come to their rescue, they remained unmoved, showing no intention of intervening.
"Tang San, do you see? These people have never regarded us as their friends or comrades!"
"At a time like this, we must face danger alone. Perhaps this is the true meaning of life!"
Hearing Yu Xiaogang say this, Tang San remained perfectly calm.
Watching the chrysanthemums closing in, he instinctively raised the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand to block them.
However, this immensely powerful force of a Titled Douluo was simply beyond his ability to resist.
As the tremendous force rushed toward his face, his whole body involuntarily sank toward the ground.
"Master, I can hold out a little longer. Hurry up and escape! Since the Heaven Dou Empire won't help us, you should leave this place!"
Unperturbed, Yu Xiaogang shook his head slightly. Seeing Tang San still showing concern for him, he felt deeply moved.
He turned to glance at Ju Hua Guan and said evenly:
"You arrogant fool, do you have any idea who his father is? How stupid!"
The moment his words fell, an immensely powerful force appeared in the sky.
Plain for all to see, the blood-red figure of a middle-aged man appeared before everyone like