On the open ground west of the camp, the atmosphere was taut with hostility. Yang Wudi held the Soul Breaking Spear, its tip glinting coldly as it pointed straight at Tang Hao. Soul Power surged around him—he was clearly truly enraged. Tai Tan hurried forward and reached out to stop him. "Old Goat, calm down! With a great enemy before us, infighting will only let the Spirit Hall Empire reap the benefits!"
"Calm down?" Yang Wudi's eyes blazed with fury, his voice making the air around them tremble. "Tang Hao, back then, the Clear Sky Sect sealed itself away and abandoned us affiliated sects, leaving us to face the Spirit Hall Empire's oppression alone. How many disciples died because of it? Though you now stand in the same army as our Tang Sect Medicine Hall, that doesn't mean the blood debt of those days can simply be written off!"
The Medicine Hall disciples behind him echoed his words, their emotions running high. "That's right! We can't just let it go!" "The debt from back then must be settled!"
Tang Xiao stepped forward, his expression solemn, and gave Yang Wudi a deep bow. "Senior Yang, the Clear Sky Sect was indeed at fault in what happened back then. We understand the resentment in your heart. Rest assured, the Clear Sky Sect will definitely make amends for what we owed you. We will not evade responsibility in the slightest!"
"Make amends? Easy for you to say!" Yang Wudi snorted coldly, tilting the Soul Breaking Spear slightly forward. "How will you make amends for the lives of my Medicine Hall disciples? For the life of my younger brother, Yang Wushuang?"
Just as the situation reached a breaking point, a silver-blue figure rushed over at top speed. It was Lin Zhixia, who had come