Crushing—a completely one-sided crushing.
Earthquake-like roars echoed continuously throughout the Spirit Martial Gate as all its Disciples stared wide-eyed, watching their sect master get slammed into the ground again and again like a sandbag.
After barely a dozen blows, Shi Fei was forced out of his Martial Soul Avatar state and returned to his original human form.
However, his clothes had been utterly destroyed, and he was disheveled and miserable.
Bang!
Tang Lan stepped forward and planted a foot on Shi Fei's chest, his face utterly expressionless.
In Tang Lan's eyes, Shi Fei was not particularly strong. His only merit seemed to be his ability to take a beating.
Had it been an ordinary Soul Douluo, a few blows would likely have been enough to force them back into human form.
Tang Lan spoke coldly, "I am Tang Lan, Tang Sect Master!"
"I believe you know why I came here tonight!"
Upon hearing this, Shi Fei's pupils contracted again and again. After a long while, he finally spoke in a trembling voice, "Y-you're the Tang Sect Master?!"
"How is that possible? The intelligence we gathered said that you disappeared two months ago!"
"Even if you had reappeared, at your age, you should at most be a Soul Saint!"
At that moment, Shi Fei found it hard to believe that the person before him was the Tang Sect Master.
Someone capable of beating him senseless like a sandbag had to be an expert with the cultivation of a Titled Douluo.
Could a teenager truly break through to the realm of Titled Douluo?
What kind of monstrously gifted Monster was this?
"The Hidden Moon Sect and East Rising Pavilion will likewise be destroyed by our Tang Sect tonight!"
"You're smart enough to realize that the allied forces have already been dealt with