Tang Xiao felt as though his brain had been kneaded into a muddled paste. He had completely lost the ability to think.
What the hell was going on?
This was Spirit City! The nest where the Clear Sky Sect's greatest enemy lay entrenched!
Shouldn't Little San have been treading on thin ice, barely surviving?
How...
How did he look even more imposing than Tang Xiao had been when he served as sect master of the Clear Sky Sect?!
Tang Xiao's chest tightened, and a fierce impulse drove him to take his nephew away from this den of demons!
He could not stand by and watch Tang San become Spirit Hall's lackey!
Tang Xiao drew a deep breath and, with heavy steps, passed through the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples, who were still bent over and scarcely dared breathe, before stopping in front of Tang San.
"Little San."
Tang Xiao's voice carried a trace of bitterness and complexity that even he himself had not noticed.
"Come back with me."
Tang San slowly lifted his eyelids and glanced at his elder uncle, asking in confusion, "Go back?"
"Back where?"
Tang Xiao was so angered by his attitude that his chest seized up. He instinctively glanced at the Title Douluo still watching the show around them, forcibly suppressing his anger as he spoke in a tone of disappointment and frustration.
"Of course, back to the Clear Sky Sect!"
"What kind of place is this? Spirit Hall's headquarters! A dragon's pool and tiger's den!"
Tang Xiao pointed at the smiling "Deity" in the distance, his voice filled with urgency.
"These people are fickle and treat human lives like grass! You may seem glorious now, but you're only their plaything, a tool they use to humiliate the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
"Once you