Solving problems with violence often brought more problems-unless there was enough violence

The two clans had originally been drawn there by the Strength Clan's seal marks. They had thought some survivors of the Strength Clan had managed to escape Spirit Hall's pursuit and now wanted to reunite with them.

Instead, following the marks had led them to Tang Xiao, the sect master of the Clear Sky Sect.

Wasn't this simply the Clear Sky Sect planning to emerge from seclusion and making an example of "traitors" like them first?

"The Clear Sky Sect wronged you back then," Tang Xiao began to explain, but before he could finish, the furious Yang Wudi cut him off.

"So your Clear Sky Sect wants to kill us all, and then there won't be anyone left for you to have wronged, is that it?"

Yang Wudi's voice was as explosive as if he had swallowed a Buddha Fury Tang Lotus. He looked as though he wished the stuff spraying from his mouth wasn't spit, but the petals of a Buddha Fury Tang Lotus.

"I'll fight you to the bitter end today and show you that the Breaking Clan has no spineless cowards!"

"Same here," Niu Gao answered gruffly.

"Even if I die, I'll tear a chunk of flesh off you with my teeth and show you that we will never submit."

"Same here."

"Right and wrong live in people's hearts. Even if your Clear Sky Sect wipes out both our clans, the people of the continent will still know the truth of what happened back then. They'll know who the real traitors were."

"Same here." Tang Xiao had originally come intending to bring these two great clans back under the Clear Sky Sect's banner. But as he listened to Yang Wudi and Niu Gao echoing each other, he couldn't help tightening his grip on his Clear Sky Hammer.