They had been wondering which Titled Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect had gone to assassinate Xue Qinghe.
Now they finally understood. It had been you, Sect Master—the thick-browed, big-eyed Titled Douluo!
But even if you'd done it, you shouldn't have admitted it!
You'd just handed them something to hold against you!
You'd practically put the knife in their hands!
"Second Uncle! What are you doing?!"
Tang Xiao shoved his hand away, his face full of impatience and anger.
His eyes were bloodshot, his breathing ragged. He was in a state of abnormal excitement.
"There are only a dozen or so of them. So what if they know?"
"We can just kill them!"
"A bunch of brats who haven't even grown their first hairs, and they dare to run wild in the Clear Sky Sect?"
He turned around and swept his gaze over the elders behind him, his voice filled with furious disappointment.
"You're all cowering like this. Do you even look like Titled Douluo?!"
"It's because of cowards like you that the Clear Sky Sect had to seal the mountain and hide like a turtle in its shell!"
"It was the same with Tang Hao back then, and it's the same now..."
"Enough!"
The Second Elder flew into a rage and slapped him—
"Smack!"
The sharp crack of the slap rang out across the mountain wind.
Five red marks appeared on Tang Xiao's face. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He covered his face, eyes wide with disbelief, and stared at the Second Elder.
The Second Elder pointed at him, his finger trembling. His voice quavered, and fury blazed in his eyes.
"You bastard! If your younger brother hadn't done whatever he pleased, how would the Clear Sky Sect have ended up like this?!"
His voice grew