Three figures—three black-robed men—surrounded Liu Bai.
Their auras were as deep as an abyss, each one powerful enough to suffocate.
Title Douluo.
All of them were Title Douluo.
The leader slowly lowered his hood, revealing an aged yet imposing face.
The Second Elder of the Clear Sky Sect.
Liu Bai swept his gaze across the three figures, the smile on his lips deepening.
"Elders of the Clear Sky Sect?"
He nodded.
"Quite the lineup."
His gaze shifted toward a corner of the forest.
"What?"
His voice carried a hint of amusement.
"Aren't you coming out?"
In a corner of the forest below.
Within the shadow of a towering ancient tree, a thin figure trembled slightly.
Tang San wore a black robe, suppressing his aura to its lowest point.
He looked up at the figure standing in the sky, his eyes churning with intense venom and hatred.
Liu Bai. This man had destroyed his home, ruined his father, and taken everything from him.
Father... the Clear Sky Douluo who had once been invincible beneath the heavens was now nothing more than a lone grave.
And he did not even have the right to avenge his father.
His fists clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms. Blood dripped through his fingers, but he did not move.
He merely stared fixedly at that figure, cursing him madly in his heart.
"Hmph!"
He sneered inwardly.
"The Three Great Elders of the Clear Sky Sect have all arrived. Today will be your day of death!"
"I refuse to believe that you alone can defeat three Title Douluo!"
After leaving last time, he had immediately sought out Tang Yuehua. After explaining what had happened, Tang Yuehua brought him back to the Clear Sky Sect.
After many twists and turns, he had finally returned to the