Inside the Clear Sky Sect's ancestral hall, incense smoke curled through the air. Tang San supported Tang Hao, while Lin Zhixia followed closely behind Ah Yin. The group had just finished kneeling before the ancestral tablets when a burst of arrogant laughter suddenly rang out from outside, shaking dust from the beams. "Lin Zhixia! Come out and die! If you don't surrender today, I'll raze the Clear Sky Sect to the ground!"
Everyone followed the sound outside and saw a black-robed figure standing in the center of the square. The robe bore the Judgment emblem of the Spirit Hall Empire. His face was sinister, and the pressure of a level 96 Titled Douluo radiated from him—he was Ye Cang, the Spirit Hall Empire's Judgment Elder!
"It's you!" Lin Zhixia's starry eyes instantly turned icy, and her grip on the Star River Shattering Bow tightened slightly. She would never forget Ye Cang's cold, cruel face when her family had been massacred; nor could she forget that after the Grand Finals of the Elite Tournament, when Ye Cang had ordered her and Xiao Wu captured, it was Ye Jin—Ye Cang's son—who had taken a fatal blow for her. As he died in her arms, he had softly said, "Live for freedom. Don't blame yourself."
"Ye Cang, you dare barge into my Clear Sky Sect and still dare speak Zhi Xia's name?" Tang Hao stepped forward, the Clear Sky Hammer appearing in his hand as level 97 Soul Power erupted from him. "You slaughtered the Lin Family back then and even caused your own son's death. How do you still have the nerve to come here demanding someone?"
Ye Cang gave a cold laugh, his gaze fixed tightly on Lin Zhixia. "Tang Hao, this is a private grudge between me and the remnants