Spirit Hall Takes Action

"..."

Just as the entire army responded and morale soared, a crystal stone wrapped in sacred golden light slowly descended before Bibi Dong.

At the same time, a voice transmission rang out in her mind. It was none other than Qian Daoliu—

"This contains the Angel Holy Sword I condensed. Crush it, and it will unleash an attack equivalent to that of a level 99 Peerless Douluo. Use it wisely."

A faint smile slowly curled across Bibi Dong's lips.

Use it wisely?

The "kindly" kind of wisely?

Got it!

Thinking this, she could not help but inwardly spit in annoyance.

I've really been led astray by that brat!

Bibi Dong then grasped the crystal stone and raised it high before everyone, shouting:

"Silence."

The cheers instantly fell silent.

After a brief pause, she swept her gaze around the area before giving another order:

"Where is Commander Tuoba?"

"This old man is here."

A burly elder with white hair and golden eyes stepped out from the crowd. He was Tuoba Xi, commander of Spirit Hall's Holy Dragon Legion, sect master of the Holy Dragon Sect, an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo whose Martial Soul was the White Armored Earth Dragon.

"Commander, select one hundred elite Soul Masters from the Holy Dragon Legion to accompany us on the campaign later."

"This old man accepts the order."

Tuoba Xi solemnly cupped his fists in salute. After accepting the command, he withdrew.

The people of the Holy Dragon Sect were not like those from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, always looking down their noses at everyone with an air of utter arrogance.

With the support of the Worship Hall behind Bibi Dong, Tuoba Xi obeyed her willingly, without the slightest dissatisfaction in his heart.

After all, even without the support of the Elder Hall and Worship Hall, she herself was a powerful Soul Douluo with twin top-tier Martial Souls—a genuine powerhouse.

There was nothing wrong with obeying a powerhouse's orders.

Bibi Dong continued deploying her forces.

"Where is Commander Lingyuan?"

"This humble woman is here."

As her words fell, a mature woman with red hair, crimson eyes, and a fiery, stunning figure stepped forward. She was Lingyuan, the current commander of the Angel Legion, an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo whose Martial Soul was the Blazing Spirit Kite.

The Angel Legion did not mean that every Soul Master within it possessed an Angel Martial Soul. Otherwise, Spirit Hall would have unified the world long ago; not even Sea God Island could stop them.

It was simply that the Soul Masters of the Angel Legion could all fly, and their Martial Souls were of considerable quality. They could play no small role on the battlefield. Perhaps Sky Legion would have been a more fitting name.

At this moment, Bibi Dong said:

"Aren't those Clear Sky Sect disciples especially fond of hammering Flying Soul Masters out of the sky? Then, Commander, select two hundred elite Soul Masters from the Angel Legion to accompany us on the campaign later. I would like to see whether those fools who do not know the immensity of heaven and earth can truly uphold the saying, 'Every generation of Clear Sky hammers Angels!'"

Upon hearing this, a clear look of astonishment appeared on Lingyuan's delicate face.

Her Highness the Saintess really dares to say anything. She's even bolder than I am...

That was what she thought, but outwardly, she quickly accepted the order.

"Yes."

She then silently withdrew.

"Where is the Knight Commander?"

"Your subordinate is here."

"Select elite knights from the Temple Guard Knights..."

"Red Bishops, heed my command..."

Time passed bit by bit.

When Spirit Hall's massive mobilization could no longer be concealed and spread throughout the land, the entire continent was undoubtedly shaken. However, that was precisely the effect Spirit Hall wanted. After all, Spirit Hall had never intended to hide anything.

This time, Spirit Hall was determined to suppress everything!

At this time, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the imperial families of the two great empires... countless powers noticed Spirit Hall's intentions and could not help becoming watchful and wary.

In their view, Spirit Hall had a legitimate cause for this campaign, and the Clear Sky Sect had truly caused a huge disaster.

Even if they were bound by common interests, it would be difficult to save them.

Still, what needed to be done had to be done.

After all, if Spirit Hall brought down the Clear Sky Sect, it would be equivalent to eliminating a major source of aid for their future alliance against Spirit Hall.

Very quickly, countless sects and clans of renown across the continent tacitly dispatched teams of Soul Masters to support the Clear Sky Sect.

As for the two great empires, they made even grander moves, directly dispatching their respective royal knight orders.

However, sending a massive army to bear down on them was impossible.

Otherwise, it would no longer be resisting Spirit Hall, but directly declaring war on Spirit Hall.

Even the two great empires could not bear the consequences of that.

Was it not obvious that Spirit Hall's influence extended even to small villages hidden deep in desolate wildernesses?

If that force erupted, it could instantly bring endless panic to the continent!

At this time, at the Clear Sky Sect's grounds.

Inside the main hall.

A burly, dark-skinned middle-aged man sat upon the sect master's throne. Looking at the elders below, all silent, he could not help feeling stifled as well. The pressure weighed heavily on him.

They had naturally received news of Spirit Hall "marching against Clear Sky" at the earliest opportunity, which was precisely why the atmosphere was so oppressive.

Bang!

At some point, the Clear Sky Sect's Second Elder suddenly rose in fury and smashed the armrest into powder with one slap.

The other elders in the hall all turned to look at him upon hearing the commotion. Even Tang Xiao, who had only recently become sect master, did the same.

The Second Elder said indignantly:

"Hmph! If the old sect master were still here, would Spirit Hall dare act so arrogantly?!"

The "old sect master" he referred to was naturally not Tang Hao's father, Tang Zhen, but the man who had led the Clear Sky Sect to its peak—the true Clear Sky Douluo in the hearts of all Clear Sky disciples—

Tang Chen!

If he were here...

Everyone in the hall could not help sinking into fantasy.

Yet as they thought about it, a trace of resentment could not help arising in some of their hearts.

Tang Chen had stood at the pinnacle of the world. Why had he not simply stayed and enjoyed it?

Why had he insisted on seeking some illusory path to godhood?

Leaving their Clear Sky Sect as it was now...

Heh.

In the end, it was the classic case of giving someone a bowl of rice and earning gratitude, but giving them a bushel and earning resentment.

Tang Chen had led the Clear Sky Sect to become the number one sect under heaven. He had then invented secret techniques such as the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer and the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes, making up for the Clear Sky Hammer's flaws of being heavy and sluggish. This gradually made the world's number one sect worthy of its name, rather than merely being upheld by his reputation alone.

Yet now, no truly qualified successor had emerged. Tang Zhen, for example, had actually been angered to death...

His temperament was truly beyond words.

Thus, no matter how "brave and fearless" the Clear Sky Sect disciples were, no matter how much they proclaimed, "The Clear Sky Hammer stands supreme, and the Clear Sky Sect towers high," they were still human!

They could not avoid the weaknesses of human nature either.

So they would push their luck and could not help hoping that Tang Chen, who had helped the Clear Sky Sect achieve such greatness, would return and dutifully guard that achievement.

To put it plainly, they wanted Tang Chen to focus on being a slave to the sect.

But was Tang Chen that sort of person?

Even without considering the entirety of the original Douluo story, a man of Tang Chen's talent absolutely deserved the title of "Clear Sky."

He was nothing like his grandson Tang Hao, a true sect slave. Tang Chen had lofty ambitions.

"Enough, Second Elder."

At that moment, the Grand Elder's voice rang out.