Under the eyes of every disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Long slowly stepped onto the Iron Chain Bridge. The biting mountain wind lifted his gray robe, making his clothes snap and flutter.
His expression was incomparably cold. He had to win this battle! This was not a simple fight. It concerned not only the reputation of the Clear Sky Sect, but was also a direct clash between the strongest of the Clear Sky Sect's younger generation and the strongest of Spirit Hall's younger generation.
If he lost, the Clear Sky Sect would still be crushed under Spirit Hall's heel for the next several hundred years, unable to raise its head.
As the foremost among the Third Generation Disciples and one of the candidates for future sect master, he had long understood the Clear Sky Sect's situation. Even so, he had shouldered the sect's responsibility without hesitation, enduring loneliness and cultivating with bitter diligence.
All his years of effort had been for this day! "Brother Tang Long, this man is named Dai Yao. His spirit is a top-tier Beast Spirit, the Sacred White Tiger. It's extremely formidable. His Spirit Ring configuration is astonishing, and his Fourth Spirit Skill is a ten-thousand-year lightning-attribute spirit skill with considerable power."
"Please be extremely careful in this battle."
The voice that reached his ear startled Tang Long. He turned his head, looked at Tang San, and nodded lightly.
Though he did not know why Tang San knew this man, the information he gave was extremely important, at least keeping him from facing the enemy completely blind.
He drew in a deep breath, stepped onto the Iron Chain Bridge, and slowly came to a stop on the end of the bridge closer to the Clear Sky Sect.
The unusual exchange between Tang Long and