Li Pu's words were light, yet they landed on everyone from the Clear Sky Sect like a heavy hammer.
You don't need an excuse to beat them? You just hit them because you feel like it?
What arrogance! How utterly dismissive of the foremost among the Upper Three Sects, a sect with a legacy spanning hundreds of years!
Tang Xiao's face instantly turned liver-red. The veins on the hand gripping his Clear Sky Hammer bulged as the Soul Power of a Level 97 Super Douluo erupted without restraint. Behind him, the Seven Great Elders released their Martial Souls at the same time. Eight Clear Sky Hammers blazed into view, their black shadows weaving through the air with the force to split mountains and shatter stone as they locked onto Li Pu and his companions.
"Li Pu! Don't push your luck!" The Second Elder glared furiously, his graying beard practically standing on end. "Even after sealing ourselves away for decades, the Clear Sky Sect isn't some soft persimmon for anyone to squeeze! You really think we're afraid of you?"
"Afraid?" Li Pu scoffed and lazily lifted his eyes. His gaze swept over the eight Clear Sky Hammers, his eyes brimming with undisguised disdain. "You think those battered old hammers in your hands will save you? Or is it that your broken sect has been holed up in the mountains for decades, so long that the Soul Master World has nearly forgotten you?"
"Back then, Tang Hao got three elders of your sect killed over a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and angered your Old Sect Master to death. He drove the Clear Sky Sect into hiding in these mountains for decades. You don't dare take revenge on Spirit Hall, and you don't dare settle the score with Tang Hao. Instead, you've been guarding