Qin Zheng's Rage, Can Sealing a Sect Erase Everything? I Can't Stand This Insult!

"You're saying that the teacher's descendant was killed by that bunch of brutish hammer-wielders?"

Qin Zheng's voice suddenly turned cold.

Deep within his pitch-black eyes, a trace of savage crimson quietly emerged.

The terrifying pressure he had previously restrained erupted without reservation at this moment!

Boom—!!!

Like an ancient volcano suddenly erupting!

The entire Spirit Hall plaza trembled violently beneath this terrifying pressure!

The bluestone pavement cracked inch by inch!

Everyone in the plaza was crushed breathless by the sudden, terrifying pressure. They fell to their knees one after another, heads lowered tightly, not daring to even breathe!

"Such... such terrifying killing intent..."

Someone muttered, their voice trembling.

They could clearly feel that this time, the ancestor was truly enraged!

This was different from his previous calm and effortless suppression.

This time, the ancestor radiated a killing intent that made their scalps tingle!

That killing intent was almost tangible—icy and bone-piercing, as though it had come from the depths of hell itself, making even their souls tremble!

"Terrifying..."

The six elders whose martial souls had been crippled were even colder all over, as though they had fallen into an icy abyss!

It was their first time experiencing the ancestor's true killing intent!

Only now did they realize... the ancestor's killing intent was this terrifying!

And before this, the ancestor had not truly been angry at all!

Of course.

Compared to them, the ancestor was like the blazing sun in the sky, while they were ants crawling on the ground.

Not to mention that they were juniors—why would the ancestor ever become angry with them?

At this moment, the six elders felt that merely having their martial souls crippled was incredibly fortunate.

If they truly enraged the ancestor, perhaps even their entire nine clans would be slaughtered!

Before the angel statue.

Qian Daoliu bore the brunt of this terrifying pressure head-on!

"Puh—!"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staggering back several steps!

His face instantly turned as pale as paper!

The soul power of a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo was actually as fragile as an ant beneath this terrifying killing-intent pressure!

"Such terrifying killing intent..."

Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted sharply, and intense shock rose in his heart.

How many people had he killed to condense such killing intent?!

Perhaps even the fallen soul masters of Slaughter City could not compare to him!?

Qian Daoliu struggled to raise his head and looked toward the black-robed figure in the center of the plaza, his voice bitter.

"Yes..."

"Reporting to Ancestor, that is indeed the case."

"Several years ago, a hundred-thousand-year soul beast took human form."

"After my son, Qian Xunji, learned of the news, he personally led people there to hunt it."

"But he never expected that people from the Clear Sky Sect had already arrived."

"They claimed that our Spirit Hall was forcibly seizing what did not belong to us and wanted to stand up for that transformed soul beast."

"When neither side would yield, they began fighting."

"My son... was unfortunately gravely injured."

"Not long after he returned, he... he passed away."

By the end, Qian Daoliu's voice trembled slightly.

A white-haired man sending off his black-haired son.

It was an eternal pain in his heart.

Although Tang Hao had not personally beaten his son to death either.

But at this moment, it could only be Tang Hao.

At the center of the square.

Qin Zheng listened in silence, the savagery in his pitch-black eyes growing ever denser.

Clear Sky Sect.

Clear Sky Sect again.

Two thousand years ago, before he had swept across the continent, the Clear Sky Sect had already been constantly stirring up trouble. It was only after he reached the pinnacle that they shut their gates and behaved themselves.

If not for a god wanting him to complete the Nine Trials and become a god, inheriting a divine throne, and thus setting its sights on him early on—

There would have long been no Clear Sky Sect left in this world!

He had originally thought that he had beaten this lot into submission two thousand years ago.

But he had not expected it.

Two thousand years later.

These reckless brutes who played with hammers still dared to lay hands on the younger generation of the Qian Family?!

They were simply... courting death!

"So."

Qin Zheng slowly spoke, his voice icy to the bone and carrying undisguised killing intent.

"Does the Clear Sky Sect still exist in this world?"

Boom—!

The moment those words fell, the entire venue abruptly went silent!

Everyone was stunned.

Did the Clear Sky Sect still exist?

Wh-what did that mean?

Could it be... that the ancestor did not know the Clear Sky Sect still existed?

Or was it...

An utterly terrifying thought suddenly rose in everyone's minds!

Could it be... that the ancestor wanted to...

No!

That could not be possible, could it?!

That was the Clear Sky Sect!

The foremost of the Upper Three Sects!

It possessed deep foundations and countless experts!

And... there was even a suspected surviving Limit Douluo presiding over it!

No matter how powerful the ancestor was, he could not possibly...

For a moment, everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at the black-robed figure in the center of the square.

Their eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.

Before the Angel statue.

For a moment, Qian Daoliu did not know how to answer the patriarch.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But when the words reached his lips, he could not bring himself to say them.

What could he say?

That the Clear Sky Sect still existed?

Would the ancestor then... directly march on the Clear Sky Sect?!

With the ancestor's temperament, that was entirely possible!

But... that was the Clear Sky Sect!

If they truly came to blows, regardless of who won or lost—

Only the other factions would benefit!

Qian Daoliu stood where he was, his expression complicated, saying nothing.

At the center of the square.

Watching their bewildered expressions, a trace of cold mockery flickered through Qin Zheng's pitch-black eyes.

"Don't tell me..."

"that now that the Pope of Spirit Hall has been killed, the murderer is still out there living freely!"

BOOM—!!!

Those words were like thunder crashing down from the nine heavens, striking everyone squarely over the head!

The entire venue fell silent!

A pin drop could be heard!

Everyone froze where they stood.

Sure enough!

That was indeed what the ancestor meant!

He wanted to... settle the score with the Clear Sky Sect!

And... it would be a blood debt paid in blood!

For a moment, everyone sucked in a sharp breath.

"Gasp—!"

"The ancestor... is he going to wage war against the Clear Sky Sect?!"

"No way... that's the Clear Sky Sect! The head of the Upper Three Sects!"

"So what if they're the head of the Upper Three Sects? Have you forgotten the ancestor's strength? Even His Holiness the Pope was easily suppressed!"

"But... the Clear Sky Sect has Limit Douluos too! And so many Title Douluos!"

"Limit Douluos? They're nothing before the ancestor! Did you forget how the Grand Worshipper was blasted away with one move just now?!"

"That's true... with the ancestor's strength, he might really be able to sweep through the Clear Sky Sect..."

Whispers spread through the plaza like a rising tide.

Everyone's faces were filled with shock and excitement.

They were shocked that the ancestor truly intended to act against the Clear Sky Sect.

They were excited because, if the ancestor really destroyed the Clear Sky Sect, then Spirit Hall might become the only power left on the entire continent!

Before the angel statue.

The moment Qian Daoliu heard this, he understood the protagonist's intentions.

His expression changed, and he hurriedly cupped his hands.

"Ancestor, please quell your anger!"

"We had no choice either!"

"The whole world witnessed this matter. My son forcibly tried to seize the Clear Sky Sect's hundred-thousand-year soul beast, and was unfortunately gravely injured by someone from the Clear Sky Sect..."

"Furthermore, that person has already severed ties with the Clear Sky Sect and vanished without a trace."

"Because of this, the Clear Sky Sect announced that it would seal itself away from this day forth and never emerge again..."

As he spoke, Qian Daoliu's voice grew softer and softer.

Clearly, even he felt that those words did not hold up.

His son was dead.

The murderer was still at large.

The sect had shut its gates and refused to emerge.

Was that supposed to settle the debt?

No one could swallow such an injustice!

Much less... the incomparably domineering Qin Emperor ancestor before him!

At the center of the plaza.

Qin Zheng smiled upon hearing this.

A cold smile.

A cruel smile.

"So."

"He sealed his sect, and that means this debt can simply be written off, is that it?"

His mild voice carried a trace of icy mockery.

Qian Daoliu fell silent.

He stood where he was, his expression complicated, without saying a word.

What could he say?

Say no?

Then why hadn't he gone to seek revenge?

Say yes?

Wouldn't that make the old ancestor even angrier?

Qian Daoliu opened his mouth, but in the end, he chose silence.