A Familiarity of His Own Making

Tang San quickly accepted this fact.

Fifteen years was enough time for many things to happen, including a Soul Douluo cultivating to become a Title Douluo.

In truth, how could Tang San have known?

When the Clear Sky Sect had sealed itself away and secluded itself atop this mountain, though it had been forced into doing so, it had also been an enormous humiliation for the entire sect.

From that moment on,

under Tang Xiao's advocacy and with the support of the elders, the Clear Sky Sect's disciples began training bitterly and pursuing martial strength above all else.

It had completely become a place where strength reigned supreme!

Fifteen years had passed.

The Clear Sky Sect's third-generation disciples had already passed through their period of shortage.

Those over thirty generally possessed strength above level fifty.

Among the second-generation disciples led by Sect Master Tang Xiao,

every one of them had broken through level seventy.

The five surviving elders of the first generation had all become Title Douluos as well.

Though the Clear Sky Sect did not have many people,

the strength hidden within this mountaintop sect was still exceptionally terrifying.

How could the title of the number one sect in the world back then

be represented merely by a sect with two Douluos?

If his opponent were a Soul Douluo,

Tang San was almost absolutely confident that he could defeat them even if they used only forty percent of their Soul Power.

Even if the opponent's Martial Soul were the powerful Clear Sky Hammer!

But his opponent was a Title Douluo. At forty percent Soul Power, the output would absolutely be close to that of a Soul Saint. Moreover, the opponent could use a Martial Soul Avatar and possessed plenty of powerful Soul Skills.

Tang San was not confident.

However,