Tang San's Path to Ancestor Recognition

A young man shouted.

Black light surged from his right hand, and a black Clear Sky Hammer about a meter long suddenly appeared. Two yellow and one purple Spirit Rings emerged.

Yet he was still no match for Xie Xue Douluo's Death Gaze.

Tang Xiao shouted, "Friend, aren't you going a little too far within my Clear Sky Sect?"

Xie Xue had not intended to do anything serious.

The blood-red light withdrew, and he turned back to Tang Xiao as if nothing had happened.

He said with a smile, "Heh, I simply couldn't stand seeing this junior barking furiously amid the crowd. That hardly seems like the conduct of a Clear Sky Sect disciple."

Tang Xiao frowned.

He glanced at the five elders beside him. Tang Xiao knew perfectly well what they had arranged.

Tang San was perceptive enough to restrain himself. He bowed in greeting.

"Tang San pays his respects to the Sect Master and the elders."

As he spoke, he revealed his Soul Power.

The five elders naturally sensed the formidable Soul Power emanating from Tang San.

Their expressions all changed slightly.

An elder with white eyebrows said gravely, "Level fifty-nine Spirit King?!"

Tang San did not hide it.

"Correct."

Another elder, tall and thin, sneered.

"You have inherited the talent of that bastard Tang Hao, perhaps even surpassed it. But what use is talent?"

"If the sect produces another Tang Hao, I'm afraid it will be destroyed. You are a third-generation disciple. Why haven't you knelt upon seeing us?"

Tang San's gaze darkened slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he still willingly knelt.

Not only because he was enduring it, but also because he did not want Xie Xue to urge him again.

He lowered his stance and accepted the slander.

"Tang San is willing to atone