Tang Lie's aged face turned livid, and the veins on the back of the hand gripping his hammer bulged violently.
As the Clear Sky Sect's Seventh Elder, a rank ninety-two Titled Douluo, he had actually been forced into such a state by a Soul Ancestor brat and several Soul Saints.
He had never suffered such humiliation in his life.
Yet the six disciples he had brought were all pinned beneath the feet of Tang Sect members, their faces bruised and swollen, not daring to even groan too loudly.
If he attacked again, none of those six would be leaving alive today.
"Tang San!" Tang Lie forced the words through clenched teeth. "You dare touch members of my Clear Sky Sect!"
Tang San stepped out from behind Yu Xiaogang. His gaze swept over the six restrained Clear Sky Sect disciples before returning to Tang Lie. "Elder Tang Lie, I do not wish to take this too far. You struck first today; Tang Sect merely defended itself. Take your people and leave, and we will let this matter end here."
Tang Lie's chest heaved violently as Soul Power surged unsteadily around him.
He truly wanted to smash this damned mountain gate to pieces with a single blow, but reason told him that he could not continue fighting.
No matter how powerful he was, he could not protect those six people on the ground.
If he persisted, word would spread that the Clear Sky Sect's Seventh Elder had brought disciples to destroy a sect, only to have those disciples used as hostages by a small sect. The Clear Sky Sect would lose even more face.
"Good. Very good!" Tang Lie laughed in extreme fury and slammed the Clear Sky Hammer heavily into the ground. The entire mountain gate shook three times. "Tang San,