(First update)
"Who goes there?!"
The figure that had suddenly appeared made no sound, nor did it emit the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power, as though it had materialized out of thin air.
The few newcomers to the Sky-Blasting Gang were like startled beasts. Their expressions tightened abruptly, their nerves tensed, and they instinctively assumed combat stances, their Martial Souls ready to be unleashed. At the first sign of hostility, they would retaliate with thunder-like force.
Seeing Tang San and the others so tense, Tang Hao's expression changed slightly. He pressed down on Tang San's shoulder and sternly barked:
"Stop! The gang leader has arrived in person. Why aren't you greeting the gang leader with me?"
Tang San, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and Xiao Wu all shuddered. Annoyed that they had nearly committed a grave mistake, they took Tang Hao's cue and immediately cupped their fists, bowing at the waist.
Yang Ming could not act too strangely, so he followed their movements and said in unison:
"Greetings, Gang Leader."
"You may rise."
A hoarse, low voice rang out. Everyone let out a breath of relief, as though they had been pardoned, and the weight in their hearts finally lifted.
Tang San and the others maintained their respectful postures, though their gazes tilted upward as they secretly studied the elusive leader of the Sky-Blasting Gang.
They saw him drift lightly onto the seat of honor as if he weighed nothing. He was dressed no differently from the other members of the Sky-Blasting Gang: a black robe wrapped tightly around his entire body, a Demon Mask over his face, and astonishing glimmers of spirit occasionally flashing through his half-lidded eyes.
Along the way, everyone had already subtly gathered information about this gang leader from Yang Ming and Tang Hao. Unable to restrain his