The mountain wind rose again, whipping Murong Huai's robes as if recounting the might of that earthshaking sword strike. Murong Huai turned and flew down the mountain, leaving the four elders where they stood, unable to recover their senses for a long while.
They had lost—lost completely. Four Title Douluo wielding Clear Sky Hammers had joined forces, yet they had failed to defeat a mere Soul Saint.
The four returned to the main hall looking utterly dejected. Murong Huai merely sat calmly in his chair and looked at them. "Well? Are the four elders convinced now?"
The four were instantly overwhelmed with shame. They had clearly been reluctant to hand over the three secret manuals. There had originally been only one at stake, but now they could not keep any of them.
Second Elder seemed to recall something. He raised his head and looked at Murong Huai. "Wait, Your Highness Holy Son. You said you would defeat our entire Council of Elders, didn't you?"
Murong Huai nodded. "That's right. Why?"
Hearing that, Second Elder Tang You immediately said, "Our Council of Elders has five elders in total. You've only defeated the four of us!"
Tang Zhan and the other elders stared at Tang You in utter confusion. Murong Huai was so angry that he laughed. The final Great Elder was naturally Tang Chen. He truly had not expected Tang You to be this shameless. He had no idea how the man had cultivated to become a Title Douluo.
"Hmph. Our Clear Sky Sect keeps its word. As long as you can defeat the Great Elder, I—"
"Bullshit! Tang You, are you asking for a beating? You damned shameless bastard! The Clear Sky Sect still has its pride!!" Before Tang You could finish, Tang Chen kicked open the hall doors and