Tang Yu smiled confidently. "The Clear Sky Sect now has seven Titled Douluo-level powerhouses, two of whom have reached Rank 96 Soul Power. Yet even with such strength, we are indeed still no match for Spirit Hall."
"But as long as we are given enough time, I can guarantee the Wind Sword Sect's safety. Ten years! In just ten years, Spirit Hall will no longer be able to threaten me—or us!"
The Clear Sky Sect's six Titled Douluo, plus Dugu Yan, made seven. Spirit Hall already knew about them, so there was nothing to hide.
Tang Yu was confident that he could become a god within ten years.
"You? Unafraid of Spirit Hall in ten years? Hahaha!"
Feng Bailong understood what Tang Yu meant—that in ten years, Tang Yu would become powerful enough to fear no one in Spirit Hall.
But to Feng Bailong, it was a joke. Shaking his head with a laugh, he said, "Young friend Tang Yu, I know your talent is extraordinary, and perhaps you may become a second Tang Chen in the future. But only ten years? Heh, don't joke around."
"Sect Master Feng, you don't believe me?"
"At the Soul Master Competition a year ago, you were only a Soul King. Could you possibly reach Rank 99, the realm of a Limit Douluo, within ten years?" In Feng Bailong's eyes, without Rank 99 strength, there was simply no way to contend with Spirit Hall.
He did not wish to discuss this matter any further.
He intended to find another excuse to refuse Tang Yu. "How about this, Young Friend Tang Yu? If you can break the Wind Sword Sect's Three Great Arrays, then from this day forth, the Wind Sword Sect will submit to the Clear Sky Sect. What do you say?"
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