Hanging Himself with the Clear Sky Hammer

"Ancestor, what about Bo Saixi? She only has a soul form left now. Can she stand against Ye Muyun or Shui Hanyan?"

Qian Daoliu's gaze remained fixed on Qian Cheng, his tone carrying a trace of concern.

Everyone in the hall had assumed that Tang Chen's opponent would undoubtedly be Qian Daoliu.

After all, both were Peerless Douluo. The others neither had the strength to compete for him nor dared to do so.

"This isn't a 'confrontation' at all. It's a one-sided slaughter."

A meaningful smile curled across Qian Cheng's lips.

"Why?"

Qian Daoliu froze, his face full of confusion.

"Because Ye Muyun and Shui Hanyan of the Sacred Spirit Sect—they are both my disciples."

Qian Cheng slowly spoke those words, instantly leaving everyone in the hall rooted to the spot.

"W-What?!"

Everyone was stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

They had previously believed that the Anti-Spirit Hall Alliance had four Peerless Douluo, making the two sides evenly matched—or perhaps even giving the other side the advantage.

But who could have imagined that three of the Peerless Douluo in the opposing camp were actually their own people?!

What was Tang Chen supposed to fight with now?

He would probably only be left with the option of hanging himself with the Clear Sky Hammer!

Within the luxurious hall, warm golden light streamed through carved windows and fell upon the dark-patterned carpet.

A languid figure sat on an expensive black leather sofa.

He was an exceptionally tall young man with golden hair.

His fluffy blond hair gleamed softly beneath the light, and his sharply defined face bore a seventy-percent resemblance to Dai Mubai's.

Yet his broad shoulders and narrow waist made him even more imposing than Dai Mubai.

This man was Dai Weisi, prince of the Star Luo Empire and Dai Mubai's