My Son Xiao Chenyu Has What It Takes to Become a God!

"As for an excuse, what else could it be?"

"Qian Xunji's death has always been the greatest enmity between Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect. He will most likely use that as a pretext to come seeking revenge."

Tang Hao took a deep breath, his gaze turning resolute.

"Everyone, you heard that, didn't you?"

"If the Heavenly Screen selects any of you as respondents later, answer according to my father's answer. Do not make a mistake."

Tang San's gaze swept one by one across the higher-ups of the Tang Sect, Shrek Academy, and the empire's Allied Forces.

"Understood!"

Everyone wore grave expressions. No one dared underestimate the consequences of answering the Heavenly Screen's questions.

In Spirit Hall's camp, however, the atmosphere was especially oppressive.

"Xue'er, what reason do you think Qian Cheng, the Sixth-Generation Pope, will use to attack the Clear Sky Sect?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo stared at the question on the Heavenly Screen, his voice filled with confusion and doubt.

"He has always acted erratically and violently, never following convention. An ordinary excuse for revenge may not be his choice."

Qian Renxue pondered for a moment before slowly speaking.

Whenever she recalled Qian Cheng's ruthless methods—killing without hesitation and directly executing Bibi Dong—a chill rose in Qian Renxue's heart.

Not only was Bibi Dong exceptionally talented, she had also been Spirit Hall's former Pope.

Yet Qian Cheng had shown no consideration whatsoever and simply executed her!

Such decisiveness and ruthlessness were completely beyond her imagination.

"That is what I think as well, but I truly cannot fathom his thoughts."

Golden Crocodile Douluo let out a heavy sigh, his brow furrowing even tighter.

"We can only hope we are not selected to answer this time."

There was a faint, barely noticeable trace of wishful hope in Qian Renxue's tone.