The Clear Sky Sect disciples maintained their saluting postures as their voices echoed across the square.
"Rise." The newly emerged Fourth Elder and Fifth Elder smiled and raised their hands in a gesture of support.
Tang Xiao strode forward and clasped his fists with a smile. "Congratulations to you both for reaching Rank 94! With five Rank 94 elders stationed within our Clear Sky Sect, this is truly cause for celebration!"
"Congratulations to us all, congratulations to us all." Smiles bloomed across the two elders' faces, and even the beards beneath their chins trembled slightly.
The Second Elder stepped forward slowly, stroking his beard with a sigh. His gaze passed over the crowd and settled on the towering sect plaque, his voice carrying a trace of emotion. "Our Clear Sky Sect now has one Super Douluo, four Rank 94s, and one Rank 92. We can be considered among the world's greatest sects once more."
"Hmph! If not for a certain unfilial descendant, the might of our Clear Sky Sect would have surpassed Spirit Hall long ago and reached the pinnacle of the continent!"
A shrill, piercing voice abruptly cut in.
Everyone followed the sound and saw an old man. He appeared to be at least eighty, yet he was vigorous and ruddy-faced.
He was tall and lean, with jet-black hair and beard. He wore the Clear Sky Sect's signature black robes and trousers, edged in gold thread to display his exalted status as an elder.
He was none other than the continent's greatest loudmouth, the Clear Sky Sect's god of internal strife—Blazing Sun Douluo.
Tang Xiao's expression immediately darkened.
"Seventh!" the Second Elder rebuked at once. "Today is a joyous day for the sect. Don't say such divisive things!"
As the sect's eldest and most respected member, his words carried