"Xiao San was right."
Yu Xiaogang rose to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and reclaimed the air of the Grandmaster who always had everything under control.
"The Spirit Hall's current momentum is nothing but the last flicker of a dying flame."
"Golden Crocodile Douluo may be strong, but he is no god."
"A mere level ninety-nine is nothing more than a paper tiger."
Just then.
Outside the tent came Golden Crocodile Douluo's earth-shaking roar, along with the war drums of the Spirit Hall army assembling.
Rumble—
The ground trembled, and cries of battle swept over from afar like a tsunami.
A messenger stumbled into the main tent, his face deathly pale.
"Report—!!"
"The Spirit Hall—the entire Spirit Hall army has launched an attack!"
"Leading them is that evolved Golden Crocodile Douluo. He—he smashed our forward defenses with a single strike!"
"The men can't hold them back!"
Everyone in the tent turned pale again.
The confidence they had just built seemed to waver once more before such overwhelming strength.
A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes as he instantly activated the Purple Demon Eye.
"What are you panicking for?!"
"If they're in such a hurry to die, I'll grant their wish."
Tang San raised the Sea God Trident and strode outside, no longer concealing the killing intent radiating from him.
"Form ranks!"
"Meet the enemy!"
Meanwhile.
In a quiet courtyard behind Jialing Pass.
The clamor of war had not reached this place. It was so peaceful that it seemed out of place.
A man dressed in white as bright as snow lounged lazily against a soft couch, idly turning an exquisite wine cup in his hand.
He was the "master" Qian Renxue had spoken of, and the true head of the Qian Clan: Qian Ye.
Qian