Then Qian Xunji swept his left hand.
A spatial rift opened behind Xiao Wu, sending her straight back into the main hall of the Pope Hall.
The spatial rift closed completely, and Xiao Wu's presence vanished from the arena.
Tang San's taut nerves abruptly relaxed, and reason reclaimed his mind. He slowly lowered his hands and stood where he was, not daring to turn around and look at the Clear Sky Sect elders behind him.
He had no regrets.
What did a sect's worldly reputation amount to when weighed against life and death and a deity's inheritance?
As long as he survived today and preserved the Asura God Trial Mark in his mind, he would inherit the throne of a God King someday, and the entire Douluo Continent would prostrate itself at his feet.
Who would dare mock him for today's events then?
While Tang San was secretly making his calculations, Qian Xunji casually flicked his broad sleeve.
Crack.
With a crisp sound audible only to Titled Douluos, the force pinning the nine Clear Sky Hammers to the arena vanished like smoke.
Tang Chen's right arm suddenly sank as the massive hammer, which had seemed fused with the earth, abruptly regained its weight.
He pulled upward with the motion, finally hoisting the Clear Sky Hammer back onto his shoulder after its long, humiliating confinement.
On the perimeter, Tang Hao, Tang Xiao, and the five elders regained control of their martial souls at the same moment.
"All right."
Qian Xunji clapped his hands, sweeping his gaze over the Titled Douluos on the perimeter who had recovered their weapons, before beckoning to Tang Chen.
"Since this Qilin Prodigy of your Tang Clan has performed so splendidly, I'm willing to have some fun with all of you today. Come on."
Despite Qian Xunji's