Boom!
Two figures were sent flying straight out the door!
The people on the street had already been craning their necks to peek inside. Once the smoke cleared, they saw two elderly men lying in the street.
Upon closer inspection, each of them had a hole through their body.
They looked as though they had already stopped breathing.
Before the onlookers could let out sighs of amazement,
Two more battered bodies, along with the little bastard who had been frightened stiff by everything that had just happened, flew out from the Black Hand Gang's doorway.
"Cough, cough, cough!!"
While he was being thrown through the air,
Tang San had cleverly used the two guards' bodies to absorb the impact, avoiding further injury.
But both of his legs had already been severely wounded.
No matter how nimble his footwork was, he could no longer use it. He could only staggeringly crawl out from atop their bodies.
"F-Fourth Elder! Fifth Elder!"
Tang San scrambled forward on all fours, anxiously reaching out to check whether the two were breathing.
The result... was regrettable!
"Th-This can't be possible!"
"Elders... Elders! How could they..."
The two Soul Sage guards from earlier were one thing, but the two before him were Titled Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect!
How could they have been killed so easily?!
Ever since leaving the Clear Sky Sect,
Tang San had always believed himself to be a man chosen by fate, that everything in the world ought to revolve around him. Yet the scene before him had utterly shattered those fantasies in his heart!
Just as Tang San muttered to himself in a daze,
A figure suddenly landed before him.
He blankly looked up.
"Well, well? Isn't this the little bastard?"
"Looking at you, did you get beaten up after showing