"Anyone else?"
Standing on the Iron Chain Bridge, Dai Yao looked toward the Clear Sky Sect and called out.
His powerful voice echoed through the canyon like rolling war drums, pounding hard in the hearts of the Clear Sky Sect disciples. At that moment, in their eyes, Dai Yao was an invincible existence.
The Clear Sky Sect had sunk into dead silence.
After suppressing their injuries, Tang Long and Tang Hu steadied themselves on the Iron Chain Bridge again, trying to regulate their disordered breathing as they stared fixedly at Dai Yao. There was fear in their eyes, but also a measure of resolve.
With perfect tacit understanding, the two summoned the Clear Sky Hammer once more, black light flickering.
"If you want to die, I don't mind slaughtering you."
Glancing at the two men standing in front of and behind him, Dai Yao clasped his hands behind his back and spoke indifferently.
Tang Long and Tang Hu froze, but immediately afterward, their hands tightened even more around the Clear Sky Hammers. Today, the two of them had lost face for the Clear Sky Sect and lost to someone from Spirit Hall. What right did they have to return to the Clear Sky Sect?
They might as well die fighting on this Iron Chain Bridge and preserve a shred of dignity.
"Enough!"
A muffled thunderclap exploded in midair. Many people could not help covering their ears. Tang Long and Tang Hu looked back at Tang Xiao's furious face, feeling even more ashamed to face their sect master.
"Haven't you fought enough? A loss is a loss. You were simply inferior in skill. If you want to win back your dignity, then train properly!"
Tang Xiao fixed Tang Long and Tang Hu with a stern gaze and barked.
Tang Long and