A Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring? The Clear Sky Sect Is Claiming This Wife!

Inside the main hall, the air seemed to freeze.

Tang Xiao stared blankly at his younger brother. The words "bring my wife back" struck his mind like a heavy hammer, leaving it buzzing.

The five elders looked at Tang Hao as though he were an idiot.

"Madness!" The Seventh Elder was the first to lose his temper. He pointed at Tang Hao, his beard trembling with rage. "You must have gone mad!"

"You want to demand someone from Spirit Hall? Haven't you caused enough misery for our Clear Sky Sect already?"

"Exactly!" Another elder chimed in. "Tang Hao, I think you've truly lost your mind. How could a soul beast that died over a decade ago possibly come back to life? Are you looking for an excuse to send our Clear Sky Sect to its death against Spirit Hall?"

Tang San could no longer bear to listen. He stepped forward, just about to speak.

But Tang Hao raised his only remaining left hand and stopped his son.

Ignoring the elders' furious accusations and suspicions, he merely lifted his ash-gray eyes and looked calmly at his Big Brother.

"Big Brother, you don't believe me?"

Tang Xiao opened his mouth, his face full of bitterness.

Believe him?

How could he?

The dead could not return to life. Even a three-year-old child understood that.

He looked at Tang Hao's waxen face and his empty right shoulder, and a sharp pain pierced his heart.

Brother Hao... had probably truly been driven mad.

Just as everyone believed Tang Hao was talking nonsense.

Tang Hao moved.

He offered no further explanation, proving it only through his actions.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

Eight soul rings silently rose beneath his feet.

Violent Soul Power fluctuations instantly filled the entire hall. The pressure belonging to