This World is Vast, Not All Powers Fear the So-Called Peerless Douluo

BOOM—!!!

As these words fell, it was as if a ten-thousand-ton boulder had been dropped into a calm lake, instantly whipping up a monstrous storm among the crowd of the Clear Sky Sect!

The plaza was deathly silent at first, so quiet that a falling needle could be heard.

Then, an uproar erupted with a deafening roar!

"What?"

"Returning the item is one thing, but you want the arms of our two young masters?"

"This is going too far! This is simply going too far!!"

"An arm? How is that any different from crippling them!"

"Arrogant! You truly have no idea how high the sky is or how deep the earth goes!"

The elders and disciples of the Clear Sky Sect were all bristling with rage, their eyes splitting with fury, and the gazes they cast toward Sea Dragon Douluo were filled with hatred and killing intent.

Had Tang Zhen not yet spoken and the sect's discipline not been so strict, many would have already charged forward to fight to the death.

Tang Zhen's complexion turned ash-gray in an instant, his chest heaving violently from extreme rage.

He stared fixedly at Sea Dragon Douluo, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Returning that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, while heart-wrenchingly painful, was something he might—just might—have gritted his teeth and considered if they were truly in the wrong, all to settle the matter and prevent a catastrophe for the sect.

After all, no matter how precious a treasure was, it could not compare to the survival of the sect.

But to demand the arms of Tang Hao and Tang Xiao!

This was nothing less than digging up the foundation of the Clear Sky Sect, slapping Tang Zhen across the face, and trampling upon the dignity of the entire sect!

Who was Tang Hao?

He was his most outstanding son, a rare prodigy the likes of which the Clear Sky Sect had not seen in a hundred, perhaps even several hundred years!

One must know that Tang Hao was only just turning forty, yet his soul power was already nearing the Title Douluo realm.

Not only was his talent stunning, but his comprehension of the Clear Sky Hammer was even more brilliant than his predecessors.

Before his grandfather Tang Chen departed, he had personally imparted the secret, peerlessly powerful, yet incredibly dangerous Great Sumeru Hammer: Ring Detonation technique to him.

This was only because his elder brother Tang Xiao and he, as the father, were both a notch behind in talent and temperament, unable to grasp its essence!

In other words, Tang Hao was the future hope of the Clear Sky Sect and the core figure who would lead the sect back to its peak!

Although Tang Xiao was slightly inferior to his younger brother, he was still a leader among the younger generation and one of the future pillars of the sect.

To demand one arm from each of them?

How was this any different from directly destroying the future of the Clear Sky Sect? How could this be endured?

How could this be accepted!

"Your Excellency..."

Tang Zhen's voice trembled slightly from extreme fury.

He suppressed the urge to strike immediately, each word squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying icy coldness and a final warning:

"Are you not... joking?"

The majestic soul power belonging to a Title Douluo began to surge uncontrollably from his body, and the surrounding air seemed to become thick and heavy.

The pressure of a Title Douluo was released without reservation, faintly clashing against the vast oceanic pressure of Sea Dragon Douluo.

Facing Tang Zhen's nearly erupting rage and his formidable soul power pressure, Sea Dragon Douluo showed not a shred of fear; instead, he revealed a trace of undisguised mockery and coldness.

He sneered and retorted:

"Do I look like..."

He stepped forward, confronting Tang Zhen head-on, their soul powers clashing between them with the faint sound of wind and thunder:

"...I am joking with you?"

Sensing Sea Dragon Douluo's unyielding, even more sharp and aggressive attitude, Tang Zhen knew there was no room for negotiation.

The other party was determined to establish dominance and seek revenge!

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he brought out the Clear Sky Sect's greatest and final reliance for deterrence:

"Does Your Excellency know that my father, the former Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect..."

Tang Zhen's voice rose sharply, carrying a sense of pride and threat: "...is a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo! He has traversed the world and has rarely met an equal!"

He stared intently into Sea Dragon Douluo's eyes, attempting to see fear or retreat:

"You are being so aggressive today, demanding such an excessive price. If this matter reaches his ears, do you know... what serious consequences it will trigger? Perhaps, that will be a heaven-shaking rage that you, and the forces behind you, cannot withstand!"

The name of Tang Chen was like a stabilizing needle for the sea, and the final face of the Clear Sky Sect.

Tang Zhen hoped this name would make the other party retreat in the face of difficulty, or at the very least, give them pause.

However, to his astonishment—and to the shock and absurdity felt by every member of the Clear Sky Sect—

Upon hearing the name of Tang Chen and the title of a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, neither Sea Dragon Douluo standing opposite them, nor the Pope Qian Xunji who had been watching the show beside him, showed the slightest bit of fear or gravity. Instead...

The two of them exchanged a glance and, to everyone's shock, simultaneously burst into unmasked, mocking laughter!

"Hahahahaha!"

This laughter landed like a series of resounding slaps across the faces of every member of the Clear Sky Sect, thoroughly infuriating Tang Zhen.

"You...!"

Tang Zhen trembled with rage, his complexion shifting from green to red, then to purple.

After a few moments, Sea Dragon Douluo finally ceased his laughter.

He looked down at Tang Zhen and the shocked, furious members of the Clear Sky Sect behind him with the gaze of one observing frogs at the bottom of a well, speaking slowly and languidly:

"Tang Chen? I know him, of course I do. Back when he was renowned across the continent, I was fortunate enough to catch a few glimpses of him from afar."

His tone was indifferent, as if he were discussing an insignificant stranger:

"You are not wrong; he is strong. A ninety-ninth-rank Peerless Douluo, hailed as the pinnacle of the mortal realm—he is indeed strong. So strong that... he could perhaps crush me as easily as one would crush an ant."

Sea Dragon Douluo frankly admitted the disparity in their strength.

Yet, behind this candor lay something even more chilling... a complete lack of concern.

"But..."

His tone shifted, his eyes turning sharp as blades, his voice growing icy:

"So what?"

"Not to mention that he isn't even here right now, his life or death unknown, with no word from him at all. Even if he were standing right behind you at this very moment..."

As he said this, Sea Dragon Douluo suddenly straightened his back, and a vast aura—more ancient, more profound, and faintly carrying the fluctuations of divinity—surged from his body.

It was not pure soul power, but the majesty derived from the essence of the ocean, from a supreme deity!

His gaze was like lightning as he swept across the crowd, his voice booming like thunder, exploding in the ears of every member of the Clear Sky Sect:

"My decision today will never change! Nor will I ever be afraid!"

"This world is vast, truly vast."

"Not everyone, and not every faction..."

"Will fear that so-called Peerless Douluo you keep mentioning!"

Once these words were spoken, they finally realized that this man before them, and the faction behind him, might truly not fear the reputation of Tang Chen!

But how could that be possible?

One had to know that even Martial Soul Hall, a faction with a heritage spanning ten thousand years, possessed only one Peerless Douluo.

That was why the Clear Sky Sect had been able to suppress all other factions—save for Martial Soul Hall—and claim the position of the number one sect under heaven.

And yet, someone was actually claiming not to fear the reputation of Tang Chen.

To be honest, he did not believe it.

But looking at the mocking expression on the face of Qian Xunji, who seemed to be enjoying the show, he began to waver.

Who exactly was this person before him?

And what kind of foundation did the faction behind him possess?