If he could truly be ruthless, then that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would be given to him.

At this moment, Clear Sky Sect has long lost its former solemnity and majesty.

The Qianshan Square was filled with people and an unusually noisy atmosphere. Compared to the bloody battle a few days ago, the atmosphere was even more bizarre and tense.

In the center of the square, everyone headed by the sect leader Tang Zhen was surrounded by the Spirit Hall and Soul Master, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Their faces were all ashen, their breaths were sluggish, and they obviously had no way of resisting or resisting.

In stark contrast to the misery of everyone at the Clear Sky Sect, there was a luxurious viewing lineup outside the square.

At the front, in front of the Clear Sky Sect's majestic but dilapidated main hall gate, a temporary viewing platform has been arranged.

Several large and gorgeous chairs are lined up.

Sitting in the central seat is none other than Pope Qian Xunji.

Today, he put on a more solemn papal robe, wearing a purple gold crown, holding a gemstone scepter, with a calm face and a burning gaze, exuding the supreme majesty of the pope.

Behind him on both sides, like two iron towers, stood two almost identical old men wearing dark red sacrificial robes.

Their auras were as thick as an abyss, and their eyes were shining with light as they opened and closed. They were none other than the famous Qian Jun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo among the Spirit Hall Worship Hall!

Two level 96 Super Douluo worshipers are here in person!

This weight is much heavier than Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo!

This is undoubtedly announcing to the whole continent--

What happened to the Clear Sky Sect this time was definitely not just the personal will of Pope Qian Xunji.

Behind it, stands the real master of the Worship Hall, that is, Soul Power who reached level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, Grand Pontiff Qian Daoliu!

Because as we all know, the worship of the Worship Hall only takes orders from Grand Pontiff, and even the Pope has no right to directly transfer it!

So this kind of behavior almost puts Qian Daoliu's attitude clearly on the table!

On the left hand side of Qian Xunji, slightly behind, there are four seats placed side by side.

At this moment, four people were sitting on it.

Ye Qing, dressed in simple black clothes, with a calm face and clear eyes, as if he was just watching a lively event.

Sea Dragon Douluo sat next to him, his face still gloomy, but compared to the rage of the past few days, there was more of a cold scrutiny at this moment.

Next to them is the saint Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall.

She was also dressed up to attend today, with her purple hair tied high and her temperament noble and elegant.

But that beautiful face had no expression, and deep in his eyes there seemed to be a hint of gloom and alienation from the conversation the day before.

Sitting next to Ye Qing is Qian Renxue, who was specially brought by Qian Daoliu.

The little girl put on an exquisite golden dress, her blond hair was styled into a cute bun, and her purple eyes looked around curiously, looking a little excited and a little nervous.

Although these four people have special status, at this moment, they are just spectators.

The protagonist is Pope Qian Xunji sitting in the center.

Since it is the boss who comes forward, he naturally has to lead the drama, and the others.

Including the distinguished Ye Qing, who also chose to watch quietly at this moment, and would never steal the Pope's limelight.

Tang Zhen looked past the Spirit Hall Soul Master who were surrounding him, and stared intently at the Qian Xunji sitting on the high platform in front of him like a judge.

Humiliation, anger, and depression almost tore his already broken heart apart again.

He forced himself to take a few steps forward, his voice was hoarse, and with endless grief and anger, he roared towards Qian Xunji:

"Qian Xunji! You... what on earth do you want to do?!"

"For a mere Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast! Do you really want to kill them all and form an everlasting feud with me, Clear Sky Sect?!"

"Aren't you afraid... Aren't you afraid that my father will come back and find you Spirit Hall to settle the matter!"

He really didn't expect that Qian Xunji could do so well!

Not only did they knock on the door again, but they also made such a big fanfare that they invited all the powers in the world to watch the ceremony!

This is simply tearing off Clear Sky Sect's last remaining face and putting it under his feet to trample on repeatedly!

It is to nail Clear Sky Sect to the pillar of shame of history and never get over it!

Facing Tang Zhen's roars and questions, a calm and calm smile appeared on Qian Xunji's face.

He took time to adjust his sitting posture, looked calmly at the embarrassed Tang Zhen below, and spoke slowly:

"Sect Master Tang, why are you so excited?"

"First of all, there is one thing I think you need to understand."

Qian Xunji's tone was as plain as stating the facts:

"I, Spirit Hall, have no close friendship with you, Clear Sky Sect, and there is no enmity to speak of. Over the years, we have just been... the same as each other."

"If it weren't for your father, senior Tang Chen, who dominated a generation with his peerless appearance and established a great reputation... Do you think that Clear Sky Sect could secure the throne of the number one sect in the world based on his original background?"

Qian Xunji shook his head slightly, with a hint of undisguised, almost cruel objectivity in his tone:

"I'm afraid, you may not even be able to compare with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, right? After all, at that time Clear Sky Sect, apart from senior Tang Chen, it seemed that you were the only one, Tang Zhen, who had just touched the threshold of Titled Douluo."

"Is this title of No. 1 in the world due to the sect or... to one person?"

These heart-breaking words were like a sharp dagger, piercing into Tang Zhen and every Clear Sky Sect disciple's most sensitive and unwilling truth in their hearts.

Tang Zhen opened his mouth, his face turned from white to green, then from green to red, and finally turned into ashes.

There was a roaring sound in his throat, but he couldn't refute a single word.

Because what Qian Xunji said is an irrefutable fact!

This is the truth that Clear Sky Sect knows very well, but never dares to tell it to their mouths!

Without Tang Chen, Clear Sky Sect is nothing!

Seeing Tang Zhen's miserable expression with his fig leaf completely exposed and speechless, the smile on Qian Xunji's face deepened.

"Okay, Sect Master Tang, it is useless to talk about the past glory and decline."

Qian Xunji waved his hand, as if he had lost interest in continuing to reminisce.

He cast his gaze towards the distant sky, where more figures seemed to be gathering.

"There is no need for us to talk nonsense today."

His voice became calm again, but with an unquestionable determination:

"Tang Hao absconded with the belongings of my friend Spirit Hall and refused to return them. Since he chose to abandon the sect and escape alone, Clear Sky Sect will naturally be blamed for this debt."

"As for the outcome..."

Qian Xunji's eyes fell back on Tang Zhen, and his tone was strangely relaxed, as if he was talking about the weather:

"It depends on how filial your good son is and how much he cares about the clan."

"If he can endure it and see the sect that gave birth to him and raised him in ruins due to his own fault... then, even if I, Qian Xunji, make the decision and give it to him, how about that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"