He had no desire to bring this identity into the open.
Never.
Besides, he trusted that Spirit Hall would not expose this secret either. After all, his other self, Tang San, was a favorite of the Adjudicator Elder.
He could not die.
He still had to defeat Tang San.
He would seize everything Tang San had, and perhaps even take his place.
Tang San clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms as blood slowly dripped between his fingers.
He lowered his head, no longer daring to look at the judgment platform, his shoulders trembling slightly.
Xiao Wu stood beside him, idly playing with her hair. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, an almost imperceptible sneer curling her lips.
Serves you right.
This is the retribution your Tang Family deserves.
Yunxiao stood at the very back with his arms folded. His face betrayed nothing, but inwardly, he was making his calculations.
Tang Hao is dead, and the Clear Sky Sect has fallen into utter decline.
Next comes the struggle between Spirit Hall and the two great empires.
The Soul Master Tournament two years from now will certainly be even more spectacular.
Just then, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the crowd:
"Who dares touch my master!"
Everyone turned toward the voice.
Tai Tan and more than a dozen gray-haired elderly clansmen burst through the Spirit Hall guards' defensive line and charged toward the judgment platform.
Tai Tan was bare-chested, his bronze skin gleaming in the sunlight, his knotted muscles looking as though they had been cast from steel.
He gripped an enormous iron hammer, and the ground trembled slightly with every step he took.
"In life, the Strength Clan belongs to the Tang Family! In death, we are the Tang Family's ghosts!"
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