Let Tang San Go? How Could That Be Possible?

Yu Xiaoheng rapidly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

If he insisted on wiping out the Clear Sky Sect now,

those Clear Sky Sect disciples who had already resolved to die would surely launch a most desperate counterattack.

That would bring unnecessary casualties to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Moreover,

if the Clear Sky Sect submitted, it would be an enormous boon to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's bid to dominate the continent.

Most importantly,

Tang San had already been crippled by him.

Guanyin's Tear had been destroyed, and the divine power backlash had struck.

The meridians in Tang San's body had all been severed, and his Soul Power had scattered.

The wind atop Clear Sky Peak was more biting than usual.

Broken stones and shattered tiles littered the ruined main hall plaza.

The air was filled with the lingering scorched smell.

It was the trace left behind by lightning and fire bombardment.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's army had already withdrawn.

The clamor had given way to deathly silence.

Several Clear Sky Sect disciples kept their heads lowered as they silently cleaned the blood from the ground.

Their movements were mechanical and sluggish.

Every face was filled with the humiliation of defeat.

The foremost of the Upper Three Sects, once dominant across the continent, had been trampled beneath one man's feet today.

At the rear mountain.

Inside a hidden stone house.

Tang Chen leaned against a stone couch.

His face was waxy yellow, devoid of its former healthy color.

Every breath made his chest emit a rasping sound like a bellows.

It was the backlash from the Great Sumeru Hammer's Exploding Ring, compounded by the lingering injuries left after taking the Heavenly Dragon Annihilation Strike head-on.

Bo Saixi sat in a stone chair beside