He thought Shen Lian had returned, and a resolute killing intent burst from his eyes as he shouted toward the door:
"Shen Lian, you dare come back!"
But when the figure at the doorway fully appeared, Tang San's hammer fell to the ground with a clang.
The newcomer wore a dark cloak, and the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul behind him had yet to be withdrawn. Its hammerhead was still stained with the dust of travel.
The pressure of a level ninety-seven Super Douluo blanketed the guest room like a mountain range. It was his uncle, the Clear Sky Sect's leader, Tang Xiao.
"Uncle..."
Tang San's voice choked up, and all his strength collapsed in that instant.
Tang San tried to rise, but his legs felt as heavy as lead. He could only let the tears pour forth.
Tang Xiao's gaze swept over the three corpses on the floor, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
He strode forward, his trembling fingers brushing over Fifth Elder's wide-open eyes. He then checked Seventh Elder's neck pulse before finally closing his own eyes tightly. Dark gray Soul Power surged violently around him.
"Uncle, it's my fault..."
Tang San spoke through tears, every word cutting like a blade, before continuing to Tang Xiao:
"Fifth Elder and Seventh Elder were both killed by Shen Lian. Their Spirit Bones were dug out too. It was all because of me that they..."
"Little San, raise your head."
Tang Xiao's voice was hoarse, yet it carried unquestionable strength.
Tang Xiao turned around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Tang San, then said to him:
"This is not your fault."
Tang San froze and looked at him through tear-filled eyes.
"Before the two elders died, I received a message from Fifth Elder."
Tang Xiao spoke slowly, his voice carrying suppressed grief,