"Ye Xuan! I will never rest until one of us is dead!"
Tang San's voice was hoarse and broken, every word seeming to be squeezed out through clenched teeth.
As the Star Luo Empire's Imperial Preceptor, the Clear Sky Sect had been his strongest support. Those eight Super Douluo elders were the pillars of the sect and the foundation protecting the Star Luo Empire.
Each of them had been a supreme expert above rank ninety-five, among the continent's very finest combatants.
But now, all eight elders had fallen. The Clear Sky Sect had suffered a devastating blow, and the Star Luo Empire's defensive system had nearly collapsed!
Tang San roared madly within his heart.
How is that possible? It can't be possible! The Clear Sky Sect's eight Super Douluo were all seasoned veterans who had survived countless battles. Even if Ye Xuan is extraordinarily talented, how could he possess such terrifying strength?
What kind of monster is he? This completely defies the principles of Soul Master cultivation!
He abruptly raised his head and stared at the sky beyond the hall, blazing fury burning in his eyes.
As the Star Luo Empire's Imperial Preceptor, he could not tolerate such unbearable humiliation.
The deaths of the eight elders were like eight blades driven into his heart, the pain nearly robbing him of his sanity.
Dai Mubai, seated on the dragon throne, had long since begun trembling all over in fear.
Watching Tang San cough up blood and feeling the stifling atmosphere within the hall, his heart pounded as though it were about to burst through his chest.
He was merely an emperor with no real authority. The true power of the Star Luo Empire lay in the hands of the great noble houses and the Clear Sky Sect.
Now that the Clear