No sooner had they left than a heavy pressure descended, enveloping the entire Dugu Manor.
Chen Xuan slowly set down his book, glanced up, then lowered his head again and continued reading.
Level 99?
Old, weak, sick, and crippled?
Nothing to worry about.
"Two ignorant little brats, get out here."
The voice came from the sky, carrying a crushing sense of oppression.
In midair, Tang Chen and Tang San stood side by side. Tang Chen still wore that gray robe, while Tang San had removed his outer robe, revealing his fitted black clothes.
Neither had summoned their Martial Souls, yet they floated in the air through their own strength alone.
The townspeople all looked up in astonishment. Some recognized Tang San, while others guessed at Tang Chen's identity.
After all, anyone who could fly without relying on a Martial Soul was at least a Titled Douluo.
A suppressed stir spread through the long street. No one dared speak loudly, and they could only sneak glances toward the sky.
Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun had already arrived at the southern part of the city. Rather than fleeing in a hurry, they stopped in an open space.
Zhou Qiubai turned around and waved at those who had chased after them to watch the show. "Move farther back. If blood splashes on you later, it won't be easy to wash off."
A few dry laughs rose from the crowd, but they still retreated several yards.
Yang Guyun rested his spear on his shoulder, a hint of excitement in his eyes as he watched the two black dots draw closer. "Tang San? The other one... looks a little like Tang Chen."
As a former subordinate clan, the Breaking Clan naturally possessed a portrait of Tang Chen.
The man before them was clearly Tang Chen,