Tang San also raised his hand and touched the hands of the two people in blue.
His strength had undergone a qualitative leap, and from the soul power fluctuations of the adversaries, he directly judged that these two blue-clothed individuals must be Soul Ancestors above level 40.
With his current strength, facing such opponents, how could he give them a chance?
Apart from Tang Hao, no one could see clearly what Tang San did. They only felt a fleeting, illusionary white shadow, and the two blue-clothed men simultaneously retreated explosively. Their outstretched arms were now limply hanging down.
Tang San coldly looked at the two men, "Lift a paw, and I'll remove one. Stretch another, and I'll remove the other one. We came to meet the master, not the gatekeeping dogs."
Perhaps due to his action, a strong murderous aura burst forth from his body, cold, bloodthirsty, and evil—layers of negative emotions almost instantly swept through the first floor of Yuehua Pavilion.
