Luo Yun couldn't be bothered to look at them any longer. Grabbing Xiao Wu by the shoulder, he turned and started to leave.
Tang San climbed to his feet, covered in dirt and bits of grass. A gash marked his forehead, and blood ran down his cheek.
His Blue Silver Grass lay scattered across the ground. He couldn't use his Martial Soul for the time being, but his gaze remained resolute.
"Let Xiao Wu go!" Tang San's voice wasn't loud, but he enunciated every word, as though forcing them out through clenched teeth.
Luo Yun stopped and glanced back at him.
The boy in blue was covered in wounds and couldn't even use his Martial Soul, yet he was still standing his ground.
Interesting.
With Luo Yun gripping her arm, Xiao Wu struggled to turn around. She saw Tang San standing there, trembling all over, his fingers clenched so tightly that his knuckles had gone white, the joints cracking.
Tears welled up in Xiao Wu's eyes, then streamed down her face as if they cost nothing.
"Third Brother... go... hurry..." Her voice was tiny, almost inaudible. It was as if something had clogged her throat, and she had to summon every last ounce of strength to force out each word.
"Don't worry about me... just go..."
Tang San didn't leave.
He stepped forward, onto the broken Blue Silver Grass. It rustled beneath his feet.
He didn't know what he could do. He couldn't use his Martial Soul, and his Hidden Weapons might not even tickle a Titled Douluo, but he couldn't back down.
If he did, Xiao Wu would be gone.
Luo Yun looked at Tang San, his scarlet eyes narrowing slightly.
"You're called San, right? Do you know what she is?"
Tang San clenched his teeth. His throat bobbed,