Xiao Wu clenched Tang San's hem, her knuckles turning white. Her voice was soft, so soft that only Tang San could hear her.
"Xiao San, don't worry about me. Just go!"
"Xiao Wu, I won't let go of you!"
"I told you, you're my little sister. I'll protect you for the rest of my life!"
Tang San spoke, but he knew that this thirteen-year-old boy was far, far stronger than his father, stronger even than the Clear Sky Douluo.
Luo Yun stood in the distance, the Moon Eclipse Sword hanging at his side, purple-black lightning leaping along its blade.
His scarlet eyes watched Tang Hao kneeling on the ground. He made no move to attack again.
He had already held back. That strike had only used thirty percent of his strength.
If he had gone all out, Tang Hao wouldn't be kneeling on the ground now. He'd be lying there.
Using the Clear Sky Hammer for support, Tang Hao slowly got to his feet. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and fixed his tiger-like eyes on Luo Yun, his voice hoarse.
"Why didn't you kill me?"
Luo Yun stood there, his scarlet eyes on Tang Hao, who was down on one knee. The corner of his mouth curved slightly.
It was a faint curve, not a smile, but a cold, utterly emotionless expression.
He didn't put away the Moon Eclipse Sword. Purple-black lightning still danced along its blade, crackling softly.
"Not kill you?" Luo Yun's voice wasn't loud, but every word sounded as if it had been pulled from an ice cellar.
"You're imagining things."
Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly.
"I'm simply letting you see it with your own eyes." Luo Yun spoke calmly, as if stating a fact.
"Your showing up is nothing but a