Before Tang Long could argue, Dai Weisi's eyes hardened.
"Back then, Tang Hao caused a Beast Tide in the Star Dou Great Forest. Countless civilians lost their homes, and rivers of blood were spilled. Your Clear Sky Sect is guilty of crimes against the entire continent!"
"You couldn't even own up to what you did. You shut yourselves away like cowards, and now you've put on a new disguise to enter the tournament. What gives you the right to stand here and lecture me?"
"You're asking for death!"
Tang Long's eyes bulged with fury. His hands trembled from gripping the Clear Sky Hammer so hard.
He was not alone. Beside him, Tang Tian and Tang Yu were equally livid, killing intent plain in their eyes.
As direct descendants of the Clear Sky Sect, raised on its history as the greatest sect under heaven, when had they ever suffered the humiliation of having their disgrace thrown in their faces before a crowd?
Worse, the man doing it was a coward who had surrendered without even daring to summon his Martial Soul.
"Star Luo trash." Tang Long stared into Dai Weisi's eyes.
"I promise you this: within ten years, you'll be dead."
The death threat from a level fifty-four Attack-Type Soul King made Dai Weisi's heart tighten, but he refused to show it.
"Anyone can make grand threats." Dai Weisi sneered.
"And I promise you this: within thirty years, your Clear Sky Sect will be gone."
With that, Dai Weisi ignored Tang Long's twisted expression. He turned, casually slipped an arm around Zhu Zhuyun's waist, and swaggered off the arena with the rest of Star Luo Royal Team 1.
Sunlight fell across the arena. The Shrek members stood alone at its center.
The referee had announced that they had advanced, yet a