Tang San's expression had initially been as calm as still water, but as time passed, the furrows between his brows deepened. The time he had agreed upon with the stewards had already passed by several hours, yet he had not seen a single Tang Sect Disciple. If one group had been surrounded and wiped out, that would have been understandable, but the collective disappearance of several hundred disciples left Tang San utterly perplexed.
"What's going on? What happened?"
Several more hours passed. It was not until night had fallen that Tang San finally received word from one of his subordinates.
"S-Sect Master, this is bad. The stewards have basically all been wiped out. The few survivors are hiding in the deep mountains and don't dare show themselves. They sent me to inform you."
"Explain clearly. What exactly happened?"
Tang San frowned tightly as an ominous premonition rose within him.
The Tang Sect Disciple seemed extremely afraid of Tang San, the Sect Master. Trembling, he raised his head and said, "Evil Extermination Sect—it was the Evil Extermination Sect. They kill any Tang Sect Disciple they see. They've slaughtered their way from Star Luo Sixth Road to Kewell East Street without even blinking."
"Evil Extermination Sect? That Sect that was just established a few days ago?"
"Yes, Sect Master, it was them. Steward Duan asked me to tell you that the Evil Extermination Sect seems to have more than one Titled Douluo. He suspects that Spirit Hall has interfered in matters here, and asks what our next move should be."
"Spirit Hall?"
Tang San's eyes turned icy, killing intent surging from him. His clenched fist let out a series of cracking sounds, frightening the Tang Sect Disciple beside him so badly that he did not even dare breathe loudly, afraid of provoking