"Grandfather!"
"Ancestor!"
Around the arena, Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, and the five elders cried out in shock at the same time.
The nearby spectators stared at the bloodstained tooth on the ground, though reason urged them to leave at once.
But had a battle of this caliber ever taken place in the continent's history?
The Pope of Spirit Hall was fighting nine opponents alone. Was this really a battle they had the privilege of witnessing?
For a moment, they all edged backward, yet could not bear to leave.
Several elders instinctively tried to rush forward to protect him, but the instant they exerted strength through their hands, the Clear Sky Hammers beneath them, rooted in place, dragged them back again.
No matter how they churned the soul power within their bodies, the hammerheads did not budge.
Tang Hao's fingers trembled around his hammer's handle. He turned to look at Qian Xunji in the center of the arena.
He was not the only one. The way Tang Xiao and the five elders looked at Qian Xunji underwent a subtle change at that moment, too.
The arrogance and killing intent that had filled their eyes gradually receded, replaced by rapidly spreading tension and a creeping chill.
Facing ten Titled Douluos alone, he had not even released his martial soul. With nothing more than a press of one hand, he had pinned nine Titled Douluo-level Clear Sky Hammers in place through his strength alone.
Among them were Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, outstanding even among Titled Douluos, and the man they regarded as a god: Tang Chen!
And this was the very root of their unease:
Even Tang Chen could not break free of this restraint. He had not even been able to dodge the slap delivered from afar!
Even their ancestor had