Tang San's Crisis

"Sixth Soul Skill, Meteor Mountain-Breaking Hammer!"

The middle-aged Soul Master leaped high into the air, channeling his strength into his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.

At that moment, the more than ten-meter-tall Shrek refused to be outdone. Its two massive feet slammed into the ground as its fists began gathering its greatest brute strength.

Flender's eyes lit up as he said excitedly, "Impressive. Shrek truly deserves to be called a monster among soul beasts. Judging by its age, it is probably only forty thousand years old, yet it can trade blows evenly with such a powerful Soul Douluo!"

"Indeed. This kind of soul beast is exceptionally suited to serve as a Soul Ring for a pure strength-based clan like our Clear Sky Clan."

A leisurely voice spoke from behind him. Flender broke out in a cold sweat, stiffly turning his neck to look back, only to see an old man with a weathered face.

Judging from his attire, he was no different from the Clear Sky Clan elders they had encountered before.

Secretly swallowing, Flender respectfully greeted him. "Junior Flender greets you, Senior. Could you perhaps be the Clear Sky Clan's Second Elder?"

The Second Elder frowned. He had originally sensed a little rat spying nearby and intended to come over and deal with it, but he had not expected his identity to be recognized.

"You know this old man? Have we met before?"

Flender shook his head, keeping an extremely humble posture, afraid that this man might become displeased and kill him on the spot.

"This junior previously encountered your clan's Seventh Elder. I heard some things from him as well!"

The Second Elder narrowed his eyes slightly, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The battle in the distance was also about to be decided. After