Jiang Chen did not waste words. He directly took out Tang Chen's corpse and threw it toward them.
Bo Saixi's face had already turned pale as paper. With a shriek, her body became an afterimage as she shot forward, catching Tang Chen's corpse in her arms before returning.
By the time she landed back on the shark's back, tears were already streaming down her face. Her trembling hand stroked Tang Chen's cheek.
Although Tang Chen's face had aged far more than it had back then, how could she possibly fail to recognize him?
Tang Hao and several other titled Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect changed expression drastically and hurried over to Bo Saixi.
They too recognized their ancestor, Tang Chen—the spiritual pillar of the Clear Sky Sect.
"I never thought Grandpa was really dead." Tang Hao muttered, his body nearly unable to remain standing.
His grandfather had been such an astonishing genius. Tang Hao had once fantasized that his grandfather would suddenly return one day, having already broken through to that legendary realm.
Yet he had never expected that, when they met again, his grandfather would have become a cold corpse.
"Seniors, Jiang Chen must have done this and then pinned it on San." Ning Rongrong hurriedly explained on Tang San's behalf.
Tang San's face was ashen. He knew he could not avoid this trial today. He had never expected Jiang Chen to even bring his great-grandfather's corpse here.
Sure enough, Jiang Chen's voice rang out. "You suspect that I did it? Then take a look at Tang Chen's wounds. Other than the Sea God's Trident, what other weapon could have caused wounds like these?"
Everyone immediately looked at Tang Chen's wounds and indeed discovered that their shape matched a trident perfectly.
"San, you..." Tang Hao abruptly turned around