"Jiang Li, you little bastard, I have dealt with all the scum of the Holy Spirit Cult as you demanded.
Release Ah Yin at once!"
Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot as he roared through gritted teeth.
Yet Jiang Li's only response was to slowly raise one hand.
His gesture was casual, his long fingers swaying slightly through the air.
"Rat, what are you in such a hurry for?"
Jiang Li sneered, idly playing with a lock of Ah Yin's blue hair at his fingertips.
"Erasing the Holy Spirit Cult hiding in the sewers only fulfilled my first demand. The real show has only just begun."
"Fine! What exactly is your next demand? Speak, now!"
Tang Hao forcefully suppressed the fury that was nearly burning away his reason, his voice seemingly squeezed out from between clenched teeth.
A smile even deeper and more sinister than before slowly spread across Jiang Li's lips.
He lifted his head, his gaze filled with undisguised contempt.
"Ten thousand years ago, that filthy-blooded Clear Sky Sect shamelessly rushed out to reap the rewards at the most critical moment, just as the continental coalition was about to defeat Spirit Hall. They stole the final fruits of victory and transformed themselves into the most dazzling number one sect on Douluo Continent."
Jiang Li's voice was not loud, yet every word pierced the heart and carried clearly through the surroundings.
"I believe that allowing such a cowardly and vile sect to continue clinging to life in this world is the greatest mistake between heaven and earth.
Those disciples with Clear Sky Sect blood running through their veins—even taking one more breath of air in the lower realm—is an unforgivable sin."
The moment those words were spoken, Tang Hao panicked. The violent fluctuations in his emotions caused his Soul Power