"Was I supposed to let my Spirit Hall disciples stand there without moving and let your Clear Sky Sect disciples butcher them?"
"Or are your Clear Sky Sect disciples people, while my Spirit Hall disciples aren't?"
Qian Xunji's voice suddenly rose, carrying a fury he had long kept suppressed.
"Tang Zhen, if this is all your Clear Sky Sect disciples are capable of, you'd better throw away that 'Number One Sect Under Heaven' signboard sooner rather than later."
"Before you make fools of yourselves!"
"You—!"
Tang Zhen was so provoked he couldn't find words for a moment.
"Your Holiness the Pope—!"
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi suddenly interjected:
"Don't you think your esteemed hall's disciple has gone too far?"
"Tang Hao is only a Soul Emperor, while Zhao Linchuan is already a Soul Saint-level powerhouse with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring."
"Severing his ear and trampling his head is the ultimate humiliation for a Soul Master!"
"For the sake of a Soul Master's dignity, I ask Your Holiness the Pope to persuade your disciple to stop tormenting Tang Hao."
"You're not even from the Clear Sky Sect. What are you getting worked up for?" Qian Xunji remained expressionless. "Besides, hasn't Tang Hao still not called for surrender?"
As he spoke, Qian Xunji looked at Tang Zhen with a faintly mocking smile.
"Or perhaps... Sect Master Tang would like to call it for your disciple?"
By now, Tang Zhen was so furious his eyes had turned bloodshot, and he was breathing like an enraged bull.
Have him call for his own son to surrender?
Wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting that his Clear Sky Sect disciple was inferior, beaten so badly he couldn't even call for surrender, and needed the sect master himself to step in and save him?
But if