Speed Clan? Hang Them All from the Trees!

The other two of the Upper Three Sects had already arrived. The third wave to arrive was Clear Sky Sect's lackeys.

The Strength Clan and the Defense Clan.

As Clear Sky Sect's most loyal lapdogs, Titan led his son Taino and grandson Tailong to Tang Lie, their heads bowed submissively.

"Great Elder, this old servant Titan has brought his son and grandson to attend Clear Sky Sect's grand celebration."

Titan kept his posture extremely low.

With a simple bow, he somehow managed to turn it into an art form.

Plenty of people had seen a ninety-degree bow.

But a one-hundred-and-sixty-degree bow? That took some real skill!

"Greetings, Elder Tang Lie."

Though Niu Hao harbored resentment, he chose to swallow it.

Their fists were not as hard as the other side's. Refusing to yield meant extermination.

"Welcome."

Though Tang Lie looked down on these two clans, he still gave them some face.

After all, disciplining servants during a celebration would spoil the atmosphere.

"Elder Tang, will Master return to attend the ceremony?"

Titan remained bent over, not even daring to raise his head.

"You need not ask about Tang Hao. It is not suitable for him to appear right now."

Tang Lie shot Titan a glare, his tone carrying a warning.

"That is truly a pity. This old servant had hoped to hear Master personally recount how he killed the Pope of Spirit Hall back then."

Titan's voice was full of regret.

"What is going on with the Speed Clan and the Breaking Clan?"

Tang Lie looked behind Titan and found no one else there.

"The Speed Clan will be here soon. They were delayed a little and should currently be at the mountainside."

Titan hurriedly explained.

"So the Breaking Clan simply did not come?"

A hint of killing intent flickered through Tang Lie's eyes.

The mere Breaking Clan was nothing more than a dog they had raised, yet it dared to disrespect its master.

"Yang Wudi has too much to deal with. Half of his clansmen have entered Spirit Hall, and he needs to handle the aftermath. He truly could not get away."

Sensing Tang Lie's killing intent, Niu Hao, who was on fairly good terms with Yang Wudi, could only force himself to explain.

"Go in."

Tang Lie said nothing more and let them enter the hall.

Meanwhile, halfway up Clear Sky Sect's mountain.

Bright red ribbons were tied around the lush trees.

A gentle breeze swept past, making the ribbons dance in the wind like lively fire spirits.

"This color still isn't vivid enough. It lacks something."

Qian Cheng lightly touched a red ribbon, an eerie smile appearing on his face.

"Ancestor, this color is already red enough. Why does it still lack something?"

There was a trace of confusion in Qian Renxue's voice.

"The dye is not good enough, so naturally the visual effect is not perfect."

The corner of Qian Cheng's lips rose slightly in an amused smile.

"I don't really understand..."

Before Qian Renxue could finish speaking—

"Who are you people to casually criticize the greatest sect in the world?"

An aged yet stern voice suddenly rang out from Qian Renxue's right, directly interrupting her.

Five people slowly emerged from behind the trees on the right.

The leader was an elderly man who looked nearly seventy.

Though thin, his steps remained steady.

Of the other four, one was middle-aged, while the remaining three were young men.

These five were members of the Speed Clan.

The elderly man leading them was Bai He, the Speed Clan's clan leader.

The middle-aged man was Bai He's son, Bai Yu.

Seeing them, Qian Cheng and Golden Crocodile Douluo exchanged a glance.

Golden Crocodile Douluo shook his head.

One look was enough. They were not their people.

In that case—

Hadn't the dye delivered itself right to their doorstep?

"Everyone has different tastes. Why can't we comment on it?"

Qian Renxue fearlessly retorted.

"You are her elder, aren't you?"

"At your age, don't you know that food can be eaten carelessly, but words cannot be spoken carelessly?"

Bai He stared directly at Qian Cheng, his gaze filled with disdain.

"So people cannot even speak the truth in this world?"

Qian Cheng raised an eyebrow, looking utterly surprised.

"Since you do not know how to behave, I will reluctantly teach you a lesson!"

With an arrogant expression, the old man raised his hand and viciously swung it toward Qian Renxue's face.

Yet Qian Renxue showed no fear, as though she had seen through everything long ago.

Because she knew her ancestor would bless—ptui. Would protect her!

Sure enough, before the old man's palm could come down, Qian Cheng's hand seized it tightly.

"It has been many years, but this is the first time I have encountered someone who wanted to help me educate my descendants."

"Since you are so eager to set an example as a teacher, I certainly have to help you fulfill that wish!"

Qian Cheng's hand abruptly tightened. With a crisp crack of breaking bone, Bai He's wrist was crushed to pieces.

"Ah..."

An incomparably miserable scream erupted from Bai He's mouth.

The sound was sharp and piercing, cutting through the still air.

Bai He stared at his twisted, deformed wrist, his face contorted with savagery as though he could not believe what had happened.

Though he had not activated his martial soul, he was still a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse. Yet someone had snapped his arm so easily?

"Who are you? How dare you attack our clan leader?"

"What despicable method did you use to break our clan leader's arm?"

Bai He's clansmen activated their martial souls one after another, glaring at Qian Cheng like tigers watching prey, their eyes brimming with fury and hatred.

The phantom of a swallow emerged behind them, while soul rings rose from their bodies in sequence.

The middle-aged man had yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black soul rings, while the other three all had yellow, yellow, purple, purple soul rings.

"My relationship with Xiao Qi may not be that of father and son, but I can be considered both his elder brother and father."

"He wanted to help me educate Xiao Qi, so of course I have to help him fulfill that wish!"

He wanted to meet Spirit Hall's Seventh-Generation Pope?

As a good person, Qian Cheng naturally had to help fulfill that wish!

"Old man, you walked too fast!"

At that moment, a deep shout broke the tense atmosphere.

Demon Bear Douluo dragged Tang Xiao as he caught up from behind.

Perhaps because he had been dragged all the way, or perhaps because Demon Bear Douluo had done something indescribable to him, Tang Xiao had already regained consciousness.

Tang Xiao lifted his head and looked at everyone halfway up the mountain.

It would have been fine if he had not looked. But once he did, he was instantly wide awake!

"Uncle, run!"

Tang Xiao screamed himself hoarse, his voice carrying a hint of despair. "They are from Spirit Hall!"

The instant those words were spoken, Bai He and the others snapped awake.

People from Spirit Hall?

They had already reached halfway up the mountain?

Then the disciples responsible for receiving guests at the foot of the mountain had surely been wiped out?

No!

They had to seek support at the mountaintop!

Though the pain from his shattered arm pierced Bai He's heart, for the sake of Clear Sky Sect, he still endured the agony and activated his martial soul.

The Speed Clan's martial souls were all Needletail Swifts, and Bai He was naturally no exception.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—eight soul rings rapidly rose from beneath Bai He's feet.

They circled around his body, emitting a faint glow.