"Blood debts must be paid in blood!"
Tang Lie roared again, slamming his fist hard onto the stone table beside him. Web-like cracks instantly spread across its solid surface.
"Six years ago, that old bastard Gu Rong joined forces with Spirit Hall and killed Fourth Brother. Because of all sorts of concerns, we temporarily let that score lie. But who among our sect hasn't been nursing a blazing fire in their heart?!"
"Now we'll settle old and new scores together!"
"Whether or not they were behind what happened at our ancestral grounds, Gu Rong's life must be the first offering to Fourth Brother's spirit in heaven!"
"With his blood, we'll announce to the whole continent that though the Clear Sky Sect has withdrawn from the world, the Clear Sky Hammer's might has never faded!"
"Whoever offends the Clear Sky Sect, no matter how far away, must be hunted down; no matter how strong, must be slain!"
The elders' breathing grew heavier, and the killing intent in their eyes nearly became tangible.
The Fourth Elder's death six years ago had always been a poisoned thorn lodged in the hearts of the Clear Sky Sect's leaders. Because of it, the Clear Sky Sect had become even more discreet and patient.
Now, the agony of their ancestral grounds being insulted had stirred that thorn violently. All their pent-up rage, hatred, and resentment erupted like a barrel of gunpowder set alight!
In the end, every gaze focused on the man in the seat of honor, who had remained silent all this time.
Tang Xiao slowly raised his bowed head.
He spoke slowly:
"I understand what you uncles mean."
"A blood feud must indeed be paid in blood."
"The Clear Sky Sect's dignity must be polished bright again with our enemies' blood."
He leaned forward