"Found you..."
Yue Guan's voice came from the valley entrance, the last word drawn out with a hint of mockery.
Tang San raised the Eight Spider Lances. Four braced against the ground, while two more guarded Tang Hao. Blood still dripped from the broken edges, landing on the gravel with soft taps.
Xiao Wu stood behind Tang San, supporting Tang Hao's shoulders with both hands.
"Brother, it's Yue Guan."
"I heard him."
"Uncle Tang hasn't woken up yet."
"Then let him keep sleeping."
Tang San shifted a little farther forward, blocking the half of Tang Hao's body that was exposed.
"Can you still move?" Xiao Wu asked.
"Yes."
"You can't even straighten your legs anymore."
"I can still attack."
"You just killed seven Soul Saints. Most of your soul power is gone, and two of your Eight Spider Lances are broken."
Tang San didn't turn around. He merely pressed his palm to the ground. Blue silver grass emerged from the gaps in the gravel, spreading inch by inch along the valley path.
"Before Yue Guan enters the valley, cripple his feet."
"You want to trap a Titled Douluo with blue silver grass?"
"Half a breath is enough."
"What can you do in half a breath?"
"Kill."
The shadows of the trees parted at the valley entrance, and Yue Guan stepped out of the woods.
He wore a golden robe, its hem untouched by even a speck of dust. He had left the pursuing Shadow Guard behind. Several Soul Saints could only stop outside the valley, none daring to enter ahead of him.
Yue Guan glanced at the desiccated corpses on the ground, tapping his folding fan lightly against his palm.
"Seven Soul Saints. You certainly made a clean job of it."
Tang San said nothing.
Yue Guan looked up at