Can't Send Anymore! Prepare to Report to the Sea God!

At Angel Rakshasa Dong's words, Tang Xiao's expression suddenly froze.

He stared at the breathtakingly beautiful face before him, filled with violence and madness.

He had no doubt about it.

If he dared say another word, this crazy woman would really keep him here as labor too!

A rank ninety-seven super Douluo, the dignified Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, digging dirt in the streets of Spirit City alongside his "nephew"?

Just imagining that scene made his vision go dark.

Dignity or freedom.

After struggling for 0.01 seconds, Tang Xiao decisively chose the latter.

His ramrod-straight back instantly slumped.

Tang Xiao slowly turned around and looked at Tang San, who was gazing at him with hopeful eyes.

Forcing a stern expression onto his face, he assumed the dignified bearing of an elder and said gravely, "Little San."

"Her Excellency has a point as well."

"Your temperament is unstable, and your hostility runs too deep. Staying here will be good for tempering your character and strengthening your will."

"Just stay here and 'cultivate' in peace."

"When you've filled in all the pits here and tempered your character..."

"Your uncle will naturally send someone to bring you back to the sect!"

After saying that, he did not look at Tang San's expression as it shifted from hope to shock, then despair.

Tang Xiao cupped his hands toward the people in the restaurant, then strode away without looking back, almost as if fleeing.

His retreating figure was hurried and miserable.

"No..."

"Uncle..."

Tang San watched that resolutely departing figure, stretched out a hand, and called after him in despair, as though speaking in a dream.

However, what answered him was not his uncle turning back.

It was...

Crack!

A sharp whip crack rang out!

"Ah—!"

A miserable scream once again echoed across