Let Tang San Go? How Could That Be Possible?

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

If he insisted on exterminating the Clear Sky Sect now, these Clear Sky Sect disciples, who had already resolved to die, would definitely launch the 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 help to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's domination of the continent.

Most importantly, the current Tang San had already been crippled by him.

The Guanyin Tear had been destroyed, and Divine Power had backfired on him.

The meridians in Tang San's body were completely severed, and his Soul Power had collapsed.

The wind on Clear Sky Peak was even more biting than usual.

On the ruined Main Hall Plaza, broken stones and rubble lay scattered everywhere.

The air was filled with a scorching smell that had yet to disperse.

It was the trace left behind after the bombardment of Thunder Fire.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's army had already withdrawn.

The clamor returned to deathly stillness.

Several Clear Sky Sect disciples were lowering their heads, silently cleaning the bloodstains on the ground.

Their movements were mechanical and sluggish.

Every one of their faces was filled with the humiliation of defeat.

The former leader of the Upper Three Sects, which had once dominated the continent, had today been trampled underfoot by a single person.

Back Mountain.

Inside a hidden stone house.

Tang Chen leaned against the Stone Couch.

His face was sallow, without the ruddiness of former days.

With every breath he took, his chest gave off a bellows-like rasp.

It was the backlash from the Great Sumeru Hammer's Ring Detonation, combined with the hidden injuries left after taking the Heavenly Dragon Destruction Kill head-on.

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