The smoke still hadn't cleared from Clear Sky Sect's mountain gate. Bloodstains and shattered Mystic Rock littered the ground, bearing witness to the end of this Upper Three Sect, which had stood for hundreds of years.
The Clear Sky Sect disciples who had knelt in surrender huddled in a corner, not daring to raise their heads. Spirit Masters from Spirit Hall were methodically clearing the battlefield, confiscating the treasures in the Sect Treasury and sealing away the secret techniques and texts passed down by Clear Sky Sect for hundreds of years.
Li Pu stood before the collapsed Sect Master Hall, his fingertips lightly brushing the Clear Sky Hammer carved into the stone wall. Not a ripple stirred in his eyes.
Pachi curled up at his feet and rubbed his head against Li Pu's trouser leg. He still had half a Millennium Dragon Blood Crystal, found in the treasury, clenched in his little mouth, and crunched away noisily as he muttered in his childish voice, "Daddy, these hammers are so weak. They're not even as hard as Pachi's claws."
"They were never any good." Li Pu smiled and bent down to rub the little fellow's head. "Once you've finished chewing, stop rummaging around. There's nothing in there that's any use to you."
Bibi Dong walked over to his side. The mountain breeze lifted her purple-black papal robes as she surveyed the devastation, a flicker of satisfaction passing through her cold eyes. "With Clear Sky Sect gone, Tang San has nowhere left to turn on Douluo Continent. When he comes out of Slaughter City, he'll find a continent with nowhere left for him to hide."
Qian Renxue came over as well, her golden eyes sweeping across the mountain. There was a hint of ease in her voice. "We've long had the Heaven