The heavy black-gold radiance was as dazzling as an aurora, yet it carried an immense weight. The moment it appeared, it felt as though the surrounding air had solidified, as if everyone had fallen into a swamp and found their bodies difficult to move.
The King of Slaughter stood proudly in the sky, all the black-gold light emanating from the great hammer in his hand.
Zhao Xuan could not help glancing toward Tang San nearby, his expression strange. Could this all have been a scheme set up by the Tang family?
Yet Tang San was equally incredulous. His mind was completely blank. The King of Slaughter was actually a member of the Clear Sky Sect, and his strength was so extraordinary. Just who was he?
A flash of inspiration passed through Tang San's mind. He felt as though he had grasped something, yet he could not recall it no matter how hard he tried.
Meanwhile, the King of Slaughter stood quietly. After a brief look of confusion, clarity gradually returned to his eyes.
He glanced at the Asura Sword embedded in the ground, and his gaze suddenly became complicated. He murmured, "It seems I ultimately failed to pass your trial."
After saying that, he looked at the two young men before him. His gaze first swept across Zhao Xuan, carrying a trace of astonishment and disbelief. After pausing for a moment, it settled on Tang San, and then he smiled.
"Thank you, young man. You freed me from violent killing intent and depravity. I can sense your power. You are the inheritor of the Sea God, aren't you?"
Tang San did not answer. Instead, he stared fixedly at the Clear Sky Hammer in the King of Slaughter's hand and asked with some difficulty, "You are from the Clear Sky Sect?