The Second Elder's furious shout rang through the hall like a bolt of thunder.
The other six elders' expressions changed at once. They all turned to look at Tang San as seven terrifying pressures, each at the Titled Douluo level, swept over him and locked onto him. The killing intent and fury that had simmered for decades nearly froze the air in the entire hall. Dai Mubai and the other two went deathly pale and stumbled backward, struggling even to breathe.
Only Tang San remained where he was, standing tall and unmoved, as if the seven terrifying pressures that could crush a Soul King were no more than a breeze brushing his face.
His composure made the First Elder furrow his brow even more deeply. A note of scrutiny entered his gaze.
"Second Elder, please calm down."
Tang Xiao stepped forward and stood in front of Tang San, blocking all seven pressures. In a low voice, he said, "He does indeed have the blood of our Clear Sky Sect, but he is not Tang Hao's son."
The moment he said this, the hall fell silent.
The seven elders exchanged bewildered glances.
The Second Elder was especially taken aback. Then he sneered. "Sect Master, what are you trying to say? If he isn't Tang Hao's bastard, where did the Clear Sky Sect blood in his veins come from? Did he spring from a rock?"
"He is my son."
Tang Xiao's voice rang with conviction, echoing through the vast hall. "He is my biological son, the child I lost more than ten years ago. I've brought him back to the sect today to reclaim his place in the family."
"What?!"
The seven elders cried out in shock, their astonishment turning to disbelief.
The First Elder strode forward and stared hard at Tang