Qian Renxue's Fury

They were the Sacred Spirit Sect!

The foremost of the Upper Three Sects!

A sect guarded by two Peerless Douluos!

The sect could even send two Soul Emperors and four Soul Kings to compete in the Spirit Master Competition!

Whether it was Shui Bing'er or Ye Lingling, both possessed the ability to end a match quickly!

Not to mention that they still had a trump card hidden away!

If they wanted to claim the championship against the Spirit Hall Team, which had a Soul Saint, they definitely had something up their sleeves!

The people in the VIP seats had their pupils contract sharply, their expressions varied.

Xue Ye's hand holding his teacup abruptly froze. Scalding tea splashed onto his fingertips, yet he did not notice at all.

The murky eyes of Yu Yuanzhen suddenly lit up as he stared fixedly at that black giant hammer, his breathing quickening.

Hu Yan Zhen's face was full of shock, his mouth wide enough to fit a fist inside.

Every Spirit Master whose Soul Power had surpassed level sixty and who was over fifty years old felt their hearts tremble uncontrollably at that moment.

What was that little black hammer?

What did it represent?

They knew better than anyone—it was a Martial Soul!

A Martial Soul that had written countless legends and created countless glories throughout the Spirit Master world!

It was the undisputed pinnacle among Tool Martial Souls, synonymous with strength and dominance!

The Clear Sky Sect!

The Clear Sky Hammer!

But immediately afterward, an indescribable sorrow welled up in their hearts!

But—

The Clear Sky Sect was gone!

Any old Spirit Master who had lived through that catastrophe remembered how Spirit Hall had mobilized its entire force to carry out an inhumane slaughter of the Clear Sky Sect.

Blood flowed like rivers,