It's All Because of You

Grandmaster and Titan did not reply. They merely stood there in a daze, bewilderment in their eyes as they swept their gazes across the empty Soul Fighting Arena. An invisible wind stirred the gray dust at their sides, sending it dancing up and down through their vision.

Watching the two men standing like statues, the Spirit Emperor tilted his head. His smile faded slightly as a bone-chilling aura, like an invisible hand, clutched their throats. He asked, enunciating every word.

"What? From the looks of you two, you don't seem very happy?"

The two finally reacted. Their bodies trembled, crimson veins creeping into Titan's eyes. His burly frame shook uncontrollably. He opened his mouth, wanting to vent the fear and fury in his heart, but only painful, hoarse gasps came out.

In an instant, every member of the Strength Clan present had turned to ashes before his eyes. The only two who had escaped were himself and his grandson, who had gone to Spirit City over a month ago to obtain a Soul Spirit.

—To restore the Strength Clan to its former prosperity.

For that wish, he had spared no effort in dedicating the entire clan to helping Tang San, all so that one day Tang San could restore the glory of the Clear Sky Douluo and lead the Strength Clan back to its peak—or even beyond it.

Yet everything he had pursued had become a mirage from this moment onward. The Strength Clan had been wiped out just like that.

The growing force around his neck pulled him back to reality. The premonition of death began spreading through his heart, but just when the two thought they were about to die, that aura swiftly vanished.

"Hahaha, just kidding, just kidding."

That bizarre smile appeared on the Spirit Emperor's face