The many disciples of the Clear Sky Sect stared blankly at Tang San in the sky. As the Blue Silver Overlord Spear was crushed in Dai Yao's grip, their hearts seemed to plunge into an abyss. But when Tang San said he was going to use his true strength, confusion immediately rose in their hearts.
What was Tang San's real method? Even the elders of the Clear Sky Sect began asking about it. The Second Elder said, "Sect Master, do you know what the true strength Tang San speaks of actually is?"
Tang Xiao looked up at Tang San in the sky, his eyes full of puzzlement, and answered with deep suspicion, "Second Uncle, I don't know what Little San's true strength is either. Perhaps Yuehua knows more."
The eyes of the many elders and Tang Xiao turned toward Tang Yuehua at the same time.
Tang Yuehua smiled elegantly. "Eldest Brother, elders, I do know something about Little San's real methods. When he was at Moonlight Pavilion, he once displayed them. If Little San fought without holding back, I fear ordinary Soul Sages would not be his match."
"Even Soul Sages aren't his match?"
An elder cried out in shock.
"Mm."
Tang Yuehua nodded, glanced at that elder, and continued, "Next, elders, you should be able to see Little San's performance. A method that has never appeared on the continent before!"
Everyone's hearts trembled, and they turned their gazes toward Tang San in the sky.
Tang San looked at Dai Yao, who was flapping his wings not far away, a hint of madness flickering in his eyes. With one hand, he brushed across the Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night at his waist, seeming to take something out. Then both his hands hung naturally at his sides.
His eyes had