"You've had plenty of time to catch up. You've said everything that needed to be said, haven't you?"
"Hurry up and arrange my punishment. Stop dragging your feet and wasting time!"
Tang Tian stood with his arms crossed, his face full of impatience.
"You're from the Clear Sky Sect?"
Qian Daoliu's gaze swept over the Clear Sky Hammers in Tang Tian and the others' hands. A teasing smile curled across his lips. "After several decades, this is the first time I've seen a Clear Sky Hammer martial soul bearing the Tang surname."
"If it's the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, what else would it be called if not Tang?"
"Qian Daoliu! Order the people of Spirit Hall to stop immediately! Otherwise, when Sect Master Tang Chen returns, he'll make sure you pay dearly!"
Tang Tian's chest heaved violently as he forced out a cold laugh, trying to maintain the sect's dignity.
Yet deep in his eyes lay a trace of barely concealed panic.
"Our ancestor was right!"
"Beasts naturally can't understand human speech, and they possess none of humanity's reasoning."
"If you want them to obediently listen, there's only one way—"
Qian Daoliu suddenly flicked his right hand. His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable killing intent.
Buzz!
A soft hum rang out.
A dazzling Golden Longsword appeared out of thin air.
The radiance flowing across its blade seemed capable of tearing space apart, emitting a suffocating pressure.
"Qian Daoliu! What are you doing?!"
"You dare break the oath from back then and attack my Clear Sky Sect?"
As Qian Daoliu held the golden sword and steadily approached step by step, Tang Tian's face instantly turned deathly pale. None of his earlier arrogance remained.
"I am Qian Daoliu, but I am also not Qian Daoliu."
Qian Daoliu's voice carried