"Heavenly Emperor Douluo, Lin Ya."
Tang Hao looked at Lin Ya in the sky, his eyes filled with caution.
Originally, he had only regarded Lin Ya as a talented junior. But the aura around him felt terrifying.
It was even more terrifying than his own at rank 96.
"So, are you standing up for Yang Wudi?" Tang Hao asked coldly.
"Standing up for him? Of course." Lin Ya admitted it openly. "Elder Yang is an elder of our sect. I wouldn't be like certain sects that shove their own people out to take the bullet at the first sign of trouble, then hide away as if nothing happened."
"You!" Tang Hao understood the meaning behind Lin Ya's words, yet he had no way to refute them.
Because Lin Ya was right. Both he and the Clear Sky Sect had chosen to run away.
"Young man, don't be so arrogant. You have no idea how powerful Spirit Hall is. Everything we did was to preserve our strength and avoid meaningless sacrifices."
Holding the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Hao looked coldly at Lin Ya in the sky. "And since you've chosen to stand up for someone else, you'd better have the strength to back it up."
"Whether I have the strength or not, won't you find out by trying?"
Buzz!
At that moment, Lin Ya directly released his Outcast martial soul.
Orange-gold! Orange-gold! Orange-gold! Orange-gold! Orange-gold! Orange-gold! Orange-gold! Orange-gold! Crimson-gold!
Tang San froze as he looked at the nine soul rings beneath Lin Ya's feet.
He had been taught by Grandmaster since childhood, yet he had never seen soul rings of such colors.
How many years are those soul rings? Forget it, I'll ask Teacher when I get back, Tang San thought.
Meanwhile, Lin Ya and Tang Hao had already begun moving.