Almost at the same time as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect suffered its annihilation.
In the distant territory of the Clear Sky Sect, another one-sided bloody massacre was unfolding.
During the previous conflict, the Clear Sky Sect had already lost Tang Xiao, a rank ninety-seven Super Douluo. Several other Title Douluo elders had likewise all died at the hands of the Tang Sect.
At this moment, the once-mighty "number one sect under heaven" was left with only Tang Wei, a low-ranking Title Douluo, struggling to hold things together.
Faced with the Spirit Hall's elite army's iron-blooded encirclement, his strength alone was simply not enough.
Forget driving back the Spirit Hall's assault—he could not even ensure that the sect's surviving forces escaped.
Watching the Clear Sky Sect disciples wailing in pools of blood below, especially as he watched prodigies among the third-generation disciples like Tang Hu get torn apart by Spirit Hall Soul Masters as easily as ants were crushed, Tang Wei's eyes nearly split open with rage. He even wanted to die.
"You Spirit Hall people have no honor! Our old sect master, Tang Chen, once had an ironclad agreement with your Grand Worshiper!"
Covered in blood, Tang Wei pointed toward the sky and roared in helpless fury. "As long as Qian Daoliu has not defeated our old sect master, no one from Spirit Hall may step even half a foot through the gates of my Clear Sky Sect!"
Facing the dying struggle of this old bastard below, Demon Bear Douluo, who had led this force in the assault, looked down from above and let out a deeply contemptuous sneer.
"Old fool, times have changed! Her Holiness the Pope said it herself: any contract she did not personally sign is nothing but toilet paper for wiping one's ass!"
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