Yu Xiaogang turned to look toward the highest seats in the stands, where a blond young man in magnificent robes sat—the Douluo Empire's emperor, Xue Qinghe.
Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, watched everything on the arena with an expressionless face, showing no intention of stopping it.
"Stop! We surrender!" Yu Xiaogang roared again, his voice already hoarse beyond recognition.
On the arena, Tian Yue raised her foot once more. This time, it was aimed at Tang San's head.
Her crocodile claw glinted with an icy light beneath the sun, and a cruel smile flashed through her amber vertical pupils.
"Remnants of the Clear Sky Sect, die!" Just as Tian Yue's crocodile claw was about to crush Tang San's skull, a suffocatingly powerful wave of Soul Power suddenly erupted from a corner of the stands.
That Soul Power swept across the entire plaza as though it were tangible, shaking even the broken stones on the arena into the air.
Tian Yue, Qian Gu Yaoyang, and Le Mingyue were all forced back repeatedly by the wave of Soul Power.
An aged yet upright figure appeared on the arena as if by Teleportation, standing before Tang San.
The man wore a gray robe. His hair and beard were completely white, yet his frame stood straight as a pine, and blazing fury burned in his tiger-like eyes.
In his right hand, he gripped an enormous Clear Sky Hammer. Its hammerhead was covered in dense patterns, each one emitting a dark crimson glow, as though lava flowed within the weapon.
He stood on the arena, his gray robes snapping in the aftershocks of Soul Power. His tiger eyes swept over Tian Yue and the others before finally landing on Qian Renxue in the highest stands, then shifting farther toward the Pope Palace.
"Spirit Hall