On the street, the smoke gradually dispersed, revealing Tang San's figure. His face was deathly pale, however, and a trace of blood stained the corner of his mouth. His eyes held a measure of terror as he looked at the black-robed youth in the sky.
Tang San and Xiao Yan had exchanged barely two or three blows before the latter had forcibly captured him and brought him back.
"Xiao Yan, what's gotten into you now? Why have you come looking for trouble with me?" Tang San glanced at the people from Canghui Academy lying in the courtyard, their fates unknown. His eyelid twitched as he spoke, fierce on the outside but fearful within.
"Why did you kill the people from Canghui Academy?" Xiao Yan's calm question made the pupils of the still-bewildered Tang San abruptly contract.
Looking at the black-robed youth hovering in midair, whose smile carried an icy chill, Tang San drew a deep breath. Soul power surged through his body like a flood. As it churned within him, the fear in his heart diminished somewhat. He fixed his gaze on Xiao Yan and said coldly:
"So what if I killed a few people? In this world, the weak are meat for the strong. Yesterday, they brought Salas to make trouble for our academy. Didn't they deserve to die?"
At those words, a gleam flashed through Xiao Yan's eyes. He finally recalled Shi Nian, who had come to assassinate him that afternoon. A cold, stern look crossed his delicate features as he said, "The people from Canghui Academy certainly aren't decent folk. If you had a grudge against them, killing them wasn't necessarily out of the question. But where did all their blood go?"
With that, Xiao Yan glanced at the people from Canghui Academy, who had already become