Tang Sect Number One? Wishful Thinking!

Ning Fengzhi's mind raced.

Very quickly, he thought of a crucial point.

Tang Sect.

Was it because Tang San had founded the Tang Sect, diverting part of the Clear Sky Sect's fortune and strength?

After all, Tang San was a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, yet also the Sect Master of the Tang Sect.

Such a division of power would inevitably lower the original sect's rating.

Having figured that out, Ning Fengzhi's expression became somewhat strange.

This Tang San really was a troublemaker.

Inside the Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong looked at that "eighth place" and frowned slightly as well.

The Clear Sky Sect was actually ranked so low?

In her original estimation, the Clear Sky Sect should have made at least the top five.

It seemed that the so-called Tang Sect had an even greater impact on the balance of power among the major factions than she had imagined.

Or perhaps there were a large number of hidden factions!

However.

Bibi Dong's gaze was quickly drawn to the reward.

God-Bestowed Soul Rings for everyone?

And a fixed Divine Skill?

Innate One Qi Hammer.

Just hearing the name gave people the sense that it was immensely powerful, though they did not understand why.

If it boosted everyone's attack power, or was some kind of tyrannical killing move.

Wouldn't those lunatics from the Clear Sky Sect all be able to challenge opponents above their level?

A group of muscular brutes wielding huge hammers and capable of unleashing Divine Skills.

Just imagining that scene made Bibi Dong's head ache.

This Heavenly Dao Golden Ranking was practically afraid the world was not chaotic enough, desperately handing blades to these rebel forces.

Among the Mountains.

At the Clear Sky Sect's snowbound mountain gate.

Tang Xiao, the sect leader, stood at the edge of a cliff with a bewildered expression.

The cold wind howled, making his coarse cloth garments flap loudly.

Eighth place?

What kind of joke was this!

They were the Number One Under Heaven sect!

Even though Spirit Hall had forced them to seal off their mountain, they were still a colossal force guarded by several Titled Douluo.

How could they possibly rank only eighth?

Tang Xiao was so angry he wanted to curse.

He refused to accept it.

Absolutely refused.

But the next moment.

When beams of Golden Light descended from the sky and precisely enveloped every Clear Sky Sect disciple.

Tang Xiao's mouth snapped shut.

He felt a vast, pure power surging wildly into his body.

His original first Soul Ring shattered under the baptism of that Golden Light, then reformed.

Its color changed from yellow to purple, then black, and finally took on a blood-red hue that made one's heart tremble.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

And it had been bestowed by God!

At the same time.

A stream of profound information flooded into his mind.

Innate One Qi Hammer.

Gather the qi of heaven and earth, condense the might of a single hammer.

Ignore defense, guaranteed critical hit.

Tang Xiao abruptly opened his eyes, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand.

Without hesitation, he swung it toward the distant Cloud Sea.

Rumble—!

The entire Cloud Sea was instantly torn apart, and even a distant Mountain Peak was sliced flat by half under that terrifying force.

Powerful.

Far too powerful.

Tang Xiao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer, which was still trembling slightly, and the fury in his eyes instantly turned into wild delight.

To hell with eighth place.

With this Divine Skill and God-Bestowed Soul Rings for everyone.

As long as he was given a little time to develop.

What Spirit Hall? What Two Great Empires?

They would all tremble beneath the Clear Sky Hammer.

The Clear Sky Sect's return to Number One Under Heaven was just around the corner.

At an inn somewhere in Chang'an City.

Yu Xiaogang had recovered somewhat by now.

He sat in a chair, holding a cup of Hot Tea in his hands, still trembling uncontrollably.

He had been frightened, and he had been angered.

Tang San and the others around him also wore rather strange expressions.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was ninth.

The Clear Sky Sect was eighth.

Those two powers, which should have dominated the rankings, were actually lingering at the bottom of the Top Ten.

This made Yu Xiaogang, who had always believed he possessed a grasp of the overall situation, feel an inexplicable panic.

There was something wrong with these rankings.

Were they not a little too low?

If even the Clear Sky Sect could only rank eighth.

What kind of monsters were the seven ahead of them?

Elsewhere.

Tang San sat by the window, watching the Golden Light on the Heavenly Curtain gradually fade, his expression quite calm.

He gently rubbed the Storage Soul Tool on his finger.

In truth, he did not care much about these rankings.

Whether it was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Clear Sky Sect, or even Shrek Academy.

In his eyes, they were merely aids on his path to revenge.

Although the Clear Sky Sect's ranking was a little low, the reward was undeniably powerful.

As long as these forces grew stronger, the Tang Sect would grow stronger.

Tang San's lips curved slightly.

He possessed absolute confidence.

When the Tang Sect's ranking was announced.

It would surely be the moment it climbed to the top of the list and shocked the entire continent.

After all.

The Tang Sect had gathered all the justice and geniuses in this world.

First place.

Who Else But Me?

Inside an inn in Chang'an City, the atmosphere was somewhat strange.

Yu Xiaogang had changed into a clean robe, though the Water Droplets on his face had not yet been completely wiped away.

He had just scrubbed himself viciously several times with Well Water in the rear courtyard. In particular, the trousers he had wet himself in from fright had been thrown directly into the Stove Hearth and burned to ash.

It was too humiliating.

That moment of incontinence would be the greatest stain of his life.

Now that he had returned to the room, seeing the evasive and disdainful looks in Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others' eyes despite their efforts to conceal them, Yu Xiaogang felt as sick as if he had eaten Flies.

He had to say something to salvage the situation.

Even if he had to force himself, he needed to keep up appearances.

Yu Xiaogang heavily threw the towel he had used to wipe his face onto the table, his expression dark and terrifying.

"That Gongsun Li is simply unreasonable!"

He seized the initiative, directly directing the blame at the woman who had humiliated him.

"As one of Great Tang's high-ranking officials, she has such appalling manners. She releases Killing Intent at the slightest provocation. Someone like her can only survive in Great Tang. If she were anywhere else, she would have died countless times already."

After saying that, he turned to look at the majestic Daming Palace outside the window, a trace of venom flashing through his eyes.

"And this so-called Great Tang Empire is equally arrogant and conceited."

"We came from thousands of miles away, representing justice and the sincerity of joining forces against a common enemy."

"But Wu Zetian simply dismissed court and left us waiting off to the side."

"This is not merely an insult to us. It is even more irresponsible toward the situation across the entire continent!"

The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more agitated he became. Spittle flew from his mouth, as though only by doing so could he conceal the weakness and fear in his heart.

Flender awkwardly pushed up his glasses at the side, wanting to offer a few words of advice. But seeing Yu Xiaogang's twisted face, he swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

Dai Mubai sat in the corner, turning a teacup in his hand without saying a word, though a hint of coldness showed in his eyes.

Clearly, he was also extremely dissatisfied with Great Tang's attitude.

Seeing that no one refuted him, Yu Xiaogang immediately grew bolder.

With his hands behind his back, he paced back and forth through the hall, returning to his usual air of one who commanded the world.