"Tan Xiao, are you truly determined to persist in your delusion and join that rebellious son in this madness?" Dai Tianfeng said in a deep voice.
The three elders of the Clear Sky Sect, including Tang Xiao, were all Titled Douluo. His Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Zhu Minjun could not possibly contend with four Titled Douluo at once, especially when Tang Xiao's strength had long surpassed Rank 95.
Tang Xiao smiled faintly. "Your Majesty, what do you mean by persisting in delusion? We of the Clear Sky Sect merely hit it off with His Highness the Crown Prince and wish to lend him a hand. As for rebellion, I believe Your Majesty understands how rebellion ought to be defined, does he not?"
Once Dai Weisi ascended the throne, the Clear Sky Sect would not be regicides and criminals, but meritorious protectors of the nation.
Fathers and sons facing each other on the battlefield had happened many times throughout history. But publicly committing patricide and regicide before the entire royal family would place these royal descendants in a particularly delicate position.
At a time like this, they absolutely could not take sides. Even if they were held accountable afterward, at least they could preserve their lives. Otherwise, if they chose the wrong side, only death awaited them.
"I truly underestimated you, my rebellious son. Since that is the case, let me see what you are capable of."
Dai Tianfeng shouted, and the White Tiger Martial Soul instantly possessed him. Nine soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—appeared beneath his feet.
Though Dai Tianfeng was past seventy, a man with the strength of a Titled Douluo had not yet entered his twilight years. The instant the aura of a Rank 93 Titled Douluo erupted, the sound of a