Tang Kun's expression froze instantly.
Salas?
Spirit Hall's Platinum Bishop?
Of course he knew this man.
One of Spirit Hall's leaders in the Heaven Dou Empire, holding an extremely high position.
He was also an eighty-sixth-rank Soul Douluo.
Although his strength was somewhat weaker than Tang Kun's, the difference was not that great.
And behind him stood more than twenty ironclad cavalrymen ranging from Soul Elder to Soul Emperor... If they truly fought, it was hard to say who would win.
Not to mention that the other party had come under the Emperor Qin's orders!
If he really made a move here, wouldn't that be the same as directly giving the Emperor Qin an excuse to act?
The other party had just said they would give them two days.
But if they struck first...
Those two days would probably be voided immediately!
When the Emperor Qin's wrath descended and he charged straight in...
This branch of the Clear Sky Sect would likely be completely finished today!
At that thought, Tang Kun's heart tightened.
No!
He couldn't fight!
He absolutely could not fight!
At this moment, Tang Kun's heart was filled with humiliation and fury.
As the dignified Sixth Elder of the Clear Sky Sect, an eighty-eighth-rank assault-type Soul Douluo, when had he ever suffered such indignity?
Blocked at his own doorstep, unable even to leave?
If word got out, the Clear Sky Sect would lose all face!
But...
What could he do?
He couldn't fight.
He didn't dare curse them either.
Tang Kun's face turned green, then pale.
After a long while.
He suddenly flung his sleeve!
"Humph!"
With a cold snort.
Without saying another word, he turned and darted back toward the village.
There was nothing he could say.
What could he say?
Let me out?
Would they listen?