"What!"
Chen Xin Jie and the others were aghast.
Even Cao De Zhi looked furious. "Has the Clear Sky Sect rebelled?"
Su Ming glanced at him and said, "Indeed they have. I've already contacted the Federation and designated them Plane Traitors, to be purged immediately. Fierce Wolf Douluo Dong Zi An should already be leading the Western Legion to encircle and annihilate the Clear Sky Sect."
Though they called it an encirclement, sects in this era were no longer confined to a fixed mountain headquarters. Their disciples were scattered throughout every walk of life, across numerous cities.
A sect might be in the westernmost part of the continent, while its disciples thrived in cities in the far east.
The advent of Soul Trains had made travel vastly more convenient, while Soul Tool Communication had solved the difficulties distance posed to communication.
Together, the two meant that even being at opposite ends of the world did not hinder people from maintaining their bonds.
Destroying the Clear Sky Sect's headquarters was easy. The real difficulty lay in catching its members scattered everywhere.
Su Ming looked at the assembled Limit Douluos and explained the battle that had just occurred in detail.
Without a clear explanation, these Limit Douluos might instead think Su Ming had made a mountain out of a molehill, drawing away the entire Grand Formation's power despite having six Limit-level combatants stationed there, thus causing losses on the front line.
"He really was the son of Sea God Tang San, and he even carried Tang San's divine consciousness."
"And his bloodline power was actually an external force that Tang San sealed inside him. Just what kind of power was it? Even without being fully unsealed, its eruption required the entire Grand Formation's power to suppress."
Horror appeared in the eyes of