The Clear Sky Sect Emerges, and Wutong Takes Tang San Mountain Climbing

Ten thousand years ago, the Clear Sky Sect was the number one sect in the world.

Feng Yan's voice wasn't loud, it simply reached everyone's ears, yet it carried a powerful aura.

"Back then, we didn't even need to say a word. We just found a place to stand, brandished the Clear Sky Hammer, and no one dared to look down on us."

But what about now?

Feng Yan did not speak immediately, but walked step by step among the crowd.

"The name of the Clear Sky Sect still exists, but when outsiders mention us, they don't think of the Clear Sky Hammer first, but of that hidden sect."

"To put it nicely, it's called reclusive cultivation; to put it bluntly, it's like a spineless dog hiding away."

Feng Yan knew perfectly well that there was no need to pretend to be a gentleman when dealing with the inherently evil Tang Family.

Only by shouting it out loud will they "awaken".

Moreover, the inherently evil Tang Family has no gentleness or humility in their bones; they only have hammers and a "fight if you disagree" mentality.

Try to reason with them politely, and they'll treat you like a pushover.

You can curse heaven, earth, and all living beings, and they will actually think you are qualified to be the acting sect leader.

Having lived through so many years, Feng Yan knows the Tang Family very well.

As expected, the Tang Family' eyes welled up with tears the moment they heard these crude words.

"Acting... Sect Master, what should we do?"

The one who asked this question was a young man from the Tang Family standing in the front row. You could hear the resentment and longing in his young voice.

The young man's Tang Xiaoshan. He was a Tang Family with bloodlines that were as pure as could be. His Martial Soul was the Clear Sky Hammer, and his Innate Soul Power was as high as level nine.

If the Clear Sky Sect hadn't gone into seclusion, he would have already gone out to gain experience and make a name for the Tang Family.

Seeing this, Feng Yan suppressed his joy and returned to the stage, sweeping his cold gaze over the sea of the Tang Family below.

"Have a look..."

"A Tang Family with exceptional talent and pure bloodline, if placed ten thousand years ago, would probably have been the next Clear Sky Douluo."

The people below the stage looked at each other, and they could see the frustration on each other's faces.

Even worse, some had bloodshot eyes, were panting heavily, and clenched their fists in utter humiliation.

"And now..."

Feng Yan paused again, then almost roared, "When did the number one sect in the world become so humiliated! If this continues, how will you face the first Clear Sky Douluo a hundred years from now! That is, your ancestor Tang Chen!"

As the bomb was dropped, Tang Xiaoshan was the first to step forward, raising the Clear Sky Hammer high in her right hand and roaring:

"Fight our way out! We will wash away the humiliation of my Clear Sky Sect with blood and slaughter!!!"

As soon as the words were spoken, all the young and spirited members of the Clear Sky Sect couldn't hold back any longer and raised their Clear Sky Hammer as well.

"Charge out!"

"Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

As countless roars echoed through the square, Feng Yan's lips curled into a smile, and he finally roared back:

"Right!"

"Kill them all! Let the world tremble at the mere mention of Haotian's name!"

After he spoke up, the situation began to get even more out of control.

Some of the older folks who held opposing views wanted to speak out, but then they remembered Feng Yan's methods.

They all fell silent, after all, no one wanted to become the second Titled Douluo to drown while fishing without a helmet...

'Great! Very energetic!'

With a sigh in his heart, Feng Yan continued, "Today! In the name of the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, I hereby declare!"

"Three days from now will be the day my Clear Sky Sect is officially established. Fellow Haotian disciples, I have a task for you."

"Let all the powers on the continent know that their stern father— the Clear Sky Sect— has been born!"

"If any power dares not to come and offer congratulations three days from now, the Sun Moon Empire's army in the Mingdou Mountain Range will be their fate!"

"The sect leader is so domineering!"

A shout suddenly erupted from some corner of the crowd, and those four words, like a powder keg ignited, swept across the entire square.

At the same time, countless people straightened their chests, spread their arms, and slammed their huge fists into their firm pectoral muscles, producing a dull thud.

This scene...

It's like countless Tarzans...

"The sect leader is so domineering!"

"The sect leader is so domineering!!"

"The sect leader is so domineering!!!"

At this moment, everyone addressed Feng Yan as Sect Master instead of Acting Sect Master, and the awakening of the Tang Family's bloodline spoke volumes.

Seeing this, Feng Yan chuckled softly in a voice only he could hear, "Good luck, lads. This is your last act of madness. Only when you've all become cannon fodder will my Clear Sky Sect truly be reborn from the ashes."

The mountainside of the highest mountain in Clear Sky Fortress.

Tang San struggled to keep up with Feng Wutong, panting heavily. His four short legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he could feel his muscles protesting with every step he took.

It is now a three-headed puppy, and its body is not fully developed. Under extreme exhaustion, it even sticks out its three tongues to cool down.

"Xiao San, are you tired?"

Feng Wutong noticed that Tang San's pace was slowing down, so she stopped and asked with concern, "Do you want me to carry you? That way you can save some energy to complete the rest of the flight..."

Tang San immediately objected, and all three of his dog heads shook simultaneously.

For this chauvinist, having his "daughter" carry him forward was utterly unacceptable.

But what did Wutong mean by "flying" just now?

Are we going to climb to the top of the mountain to see the birds?

Good!

She truly is worthy of being its daughter.

A long-dormant surge of passion welled up in Tang San's chest. As the saying goes, how can one appreciate the breathtaking view from the summit without climbing the cliff?

Wutong is only six years old, yet she already knows how to bring her father to climb mountains and watch birds... That's truly remarkable!

On the other side.

Tang Hao followed behind them, and he was exhausted.

Oh wait!

He forgot he was already a dog...

"Damn it... that little brat... how could he run so fast!" The dog head on Tang Hao's right barked angrily.

"That's right... that little beast has already found a way to die..." the dog on the left also started cursing.

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's main consciousness grew angrier the more he thought about it, but not at Tang San, but at the two dogs on the left and right.

"You two damned fools, shut up!"

"You two haven't stopped talking the whole way, you've drained all my energy, how am I supposed to chase that little brat?"

Tang Hao stopped in his tracks. He couldn't hold back any longer. The three dog heads were glaring at each other, none of them willing to concede to the other.

"What the hell are you pretending for?" The impatient dog on the right didn't tolerate the main character's lack of restraint and immediately launched into a nationalistic recitation.

The dog head on the left added, "That's right! You think you're the only one who's infatuated? Don't you know how many times you've called out 'Ah Yin' the whole way?"

Tang Hao's main consciousness completely lost the will to move. He was stuck with two consciousnesses with such different personalities: one was as volatile as thunder, and the other was sarcastic and unpredictable.

Forget chasing someone, he can even fight with himself while walking.

"Xiao San, we've reached the top of the mountain!" Feng Wutong stood at the edge of the cliff, arms outstretched.

Directly in front of her was an endless sea of clouds, and the stone wall beneath her feet pierced vertically into the depths of the clouds, so deep that even the echoes from the bottom of the cliff could not reach her.

Tang San walked to her side with trembling legs and stopped half a foot away from the edge of the cliff.

It's not fear, it's exhaustion...

It's so tired!

"Xiao San, are you ready?" Feng Wutong placed her hand on Tang San's back, a mischievous grin on her face.

Tang San felt a cold sweat pour down his back, as if he had realized something, and barked like a dog, "Wutong... do you think I still have a chance?"