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Star Luo Empire, Clear Sky City.
As the headquarters of the Clear Sky Sect, the world's number one Sect, its status in the Spirit Master's world has always been extraordinary since the rise of Clear Sky Douluo Tang Chen.
Especially after the "Battle of Two Peaks" more than twenty years ago, when Tang Chen defeated Qian Daoliu and established his position as the world's number one expert, his prestige surpassed the past.
Disciples of the Clear Sky Sect who traveled abroad even revered Clear Sky City as the continent's number one Spirit Master Holy Land.
However, this once "Spirit Master Holy Land" was now shrouded in a layer of deathly silence and oppression.
Outside the city gates, dense Spirit Master legions spread out like a tide. Their battle armor gleamed with a cold, hard luster under the dazzling sun. Although it was a bright, sunny day, it made people feel a chill from the inside out.
The golden-armored general at the very front sat on his horse, saber across his lap, his gaze like lightning. The blood-colored battle banner fluttering behind him snapped in the wind, its shining angel emblem facing Clear Sky City, as if it would purify the filth from Clear Sky City in the next moment.
There was no clamor, no pre-battle shouts, only heavy breathing and the occasional snort of warhorses echoing across the wilderness.
Yet, it was this silence that was more suffocating than the roars of a thousand armies—it was the stillness before a storm, when even the wind dared not stir.
The Disciples of the Four Single-Attribute Clans on the city wall stared fixedly at the forces below, their knuckles white from gripping. They could clearly see the constantly rising spirit ring lights from the army below: white, yellow, purple, black.
Various spirit rings intertwined into a heart-pounding halo. There were even several pressures strong enough to make a Spirit Douluo's eyes tremble, slowly pressing towards the city gate like mountains, causing the dust in the cracks of the city bricks to begin to fall.
The golden-haired general in golden armor swept a indifferent glance, and said coldly, "Why are there only you bugs? Where is Tang Hao? Has he started playing the cowardly turtle?"
The voice, filled with Killing Intent and accompanied by powerful spirit power, echoed across the battlefield. Everyone on the city wall felt an endless Killing Intent rushing towards them, as if their hearts were being squeezed, making them suffocate. This person must be a peerless killing god, seasoned in countless battles.
"Old man Qian, if my master were here, you would have long since been scared witless. How dare you be so arrogant?"
On the city wall, a burly old man with white hair shouted at the golden-armored general.
The golden-armored general's gaze grew even colder, as if he was looking at a dead man.
"Heh, at least you're a Spirit Douluo. It's one thing to be someone's dog, but you're even acting superior about it. Tai Tan, you're quite a talent."
The golden-armored general was the Deputy Legion Commander of this generation's Angel Legion, with the Titled Douluo "Dawn." The Angel Legion was composed of collateral branches of the Angel Family and a portion of light-attribute Spirit Masters. Historically, its Legion Commanders were all Angel Douluo, responsible for eliminating fallen Spirit Masters who endangered the continent, enjoying a formidable reputation in the Spirit Master's world.
Hearing Dawn Douluo's mockery, Tai Tan was not angry; instead, he laughed loudly, his tone proud: "To be a dog for my master, what an honor that is! I wouldn't trade it even for the Spirit Hall Pontiff."
"Presumptuous!"
"You're courting death!"
"Tai Tan, how dare you!"
...Hearing Tai Tan's words, several Angel Spirit Masters behind Dawn Douluo erupted in fury. Terrifying golden spirit power burst forth from their bodies, making the surrounding air seem to be tainted with a chilling Killing Intent.
Dawn Douluo's fingers slowly clenched, his knuckles slightly white from the effort. His previously indifferent eyes were now completely replaced by icy Killing Intent, and the space around his golden armor seemed to distort.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
Nine spirit rings appeared. He stared at Tai Tan on the city wall, his voice like ten thousand years of unmelting profound ice: "Do you know that with those words, your entire Clear Sky Sect could be buried with you?"
Tai Tan, however, showed no fear. Instead, he puffed out his chest, his old face full of defiance: "Is that so? Like the one who died in the Supreme Pontiff Palace a few days ago?"
As his words fell, his spirit power also fully unfurled. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—eight spirit rings slowly rose beneath his feet, facing the golden spirit power opposite him from afar. The atmosphere on the battlefield instantly became tense.
Dawn Douluo's body glowed brightly, and sharp Sword Qi raged around him. At the same time, a pair of pure white wings suddenly unfurled behind him, with sacred halos flowing over them. A majestic light projection followed, which was Dawn Douluo's Spirit—the Sacred Angel.
At this moment, a Spirit light from inside the city quickly arrived beside Tai Tan, belonging to a member of the Speed Clan. He came to Tai Tan's side, looked at him, and said:
"Clan Chief Tai Tan, the Sect Master requests your presence."
Upon hearing this, Tai Tan's spreading Aura paused, then he coldly looked at Dawn Douluo and sneered:
"You're lucky."
Then he eagerly swept towards the city.
Looking at the departing Tai Tan, Dawn Douluo's eyes were now as calm as still water. In his eyes, the current Tai Tan, and even the entire Clear Sky Sect, were merely a group of struggling clowns, no different from the fallen ones he had annihilated.
As soon as the High Priest gave the order, the Angel Legion would be like a sharp dagger, piercing the heart of the Clear Sky Sect, completely ending these transgressors who had cast a shadow over the glory of the angels.
In the main hall of the city.
Clear Sky Sect Sect Master Tang Xing sat high on the main seat. His usual majesty and Aura were gone, replaced by an unresolvable melancholy. He seemed to have aged decades overnight.
A few days ago, the Speed Clan, responsible for gathering intelligence, brought a great piece of good news—his second son, Tang Hao, had achieved a Breakthrough to Titled Douluo. Moreover, upon reaching the Titled Douluo realm, he had single-handedly defeated three Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall, and even severely wounded the Spirit Hall Pontiff Qian Xunji.
When the news arrived, he was overjoyed. This meant that in the future, the Clear Sky Sect would rise again, and Tang Hao would take his place and lead the Clear Sky Sect back to its former glory.
As for severely wounding Qian Xunji, he simply ignored that matter. After all, he was only injured, not dead, and Spirit Hall wouldn't possibly cause trouble for the Clear Sky Sect over this.
A tiger's prestige remains even after its death, let alone his father who was only missing; until Tang Chen's death was confirmed, Spirit Hall would never dare to act rashly.
But before he could be happy for a few days, another piece of news from Spirit City struck him like a bolt from the blue, leaving him frozen in place.
Spirit Hall Pontiff Qian Xunji died from his severe injuries.
For Tang Xing, it didn't matter if Qian Xunji was injured, let alone crippled. Because he understood Qian Daoliu; he was a true gentleman, and a gentleman could be outwitted by his own principles.
His son was defeated miserably in a situation where he was outnumbered. With Qian Daoliu's character, he would only scold Qian Xunji, not trouble the Clear Sky Sect.
But the problem now was that Qian Xunji was dead, having died from severe injuries inflicted by Tang Hao. His only son was dead, and he didn't need to think to know that Qian Daoliu would surely go mad. And the current Clear Sky Sect simply could not withstand the wrath of Spirit Hall.
What? You say a tiger's prestige remains even after its death? I'm sorry, for this matter, even if you called Tang Chen over, it would be useless.
"That damned scoundrel! For the sake of an animal, he dared to cause such a huge disaster. It truly infuriates me!"
Thinking of this, Tang Xing couldn't help but clench his fists and curse silently in his heart.
At this moment, a Disciple entered and respectfully said:
"Reporting to Sect Master, all the Elders and the Clan Chiefs of the Four Clans have arrived."