For a moment, he felt a touch of appreciation for talent.
If he could subdue this man, then even without him in the future, the Clear Sky Sect could prosper once more for several centuries.
After all, his strength had already reached its limit. Next, it was time to head to the place where the gods had once left their inheritances and see whether he could become a god.
The more he considered it, the more feasible the idea seemed.
He immediately said to Wu Xian,
"Kid, are you interested in joining the Clear Sky Sect? As long as you're willing to join, I'll impart to you all my experience in breaking through to Rank Ninety-Nine. It will definitely help you break through to Rank Ninety-Nine."
Wu Xian froze for a moment before shaking his head in refusal.
"No need. It's only breaking through to Rank Ninety-Nine; I don't need any so-called experience. Besides, I'll walk my own path."
Tang Chen understood. Sure enough, it would not be that simple.
Before suffering a setback, geniuses always believed their pride meant they could accomplish anything.
It seemed he would have to use the hammer in his hand to make this genius yield.
Tang Chen reached out and clenched the air. A dark crimson Clear Sky Hammer slowly appeared, followed by nine Soul Rings: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.
An aura far heavier and more violent than Tang Wei's raged around him, carrying a concealed trace of murderous intent.
"Kid, state your name. I'll show you the true strength of a Peerless Douluo."
At the same time, he pointed the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand toward Wu Xian from afar.
The aura around him instantly bore down on Wu Xian.
Feeling the pressure of a Peerless Douluo,