Golden Crocodile Douluo remained silent, weighing whether they should continue fighting.
The moment he realized that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had not appeared alongside Tang Hao, he understood that this fight would most likely not happen.
After all, he had no concrete evidence. If that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had appeared with Tang Hao again, he could have caught them in the act and left the Clear Sky Sect with no room to argue. That was another major reason why he had rushed over.
But now that they had wisely stayed away, he had no way to convict the Clear Sky Sect with words alone.
If they forcibly started a fight, it would instead make it seem as though Spirit Hall was looking for an excuse to destroy the Clear Sky Sect. That would provoke resentment and wariness from the sects, clans, and even the two great empires across the land. The losses would outweigh the gains.
That was the adult world. Before doing anything, one had to consider the gains, losses, and consequences.
Still, he was unwilling to let Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Sect off so easily. Fortunately, he would not need to agonize over it for much longer.
A wave of holy, radiant Soul Power came from afar and resonated with his own. Immediately afterward, a gate of light appeared in the sky, and a figure stepped out from it.
The gate of light then transformed into the phantom of a goddess. Three pairs of wings spread from her back, emanating holiness and purity, along with a faint solemn majesty.
"Angel Douluo!"
"Qian Daoliu!"
The four great elders' expressions changed drastically when they saw that figure.
They could handle an injured Golden Crocodile Douluo, but against Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu, who stood shoulder to shoulder with their old