Ye Han put away the Coiling Dragon Staff and his Spirit Rings, hovering in the air as he gazed coldly down at the devastated Clear Sky Sect.
Several Soul Douluos were barely clinging to life.
The four elders had suffered grievous wounds, their bones shattered. They were not far from death either.
They looked up at Ye Han, their eyes filled with terror.
Who could have imagined that the Clear Sky Sect, with its thousand-year legacy, would fall at the hands of a boy of sixteen or seventeen?
Ye Han's strength was too terrifying. Even if Tang Xiao had been there, he probably could not have stopped him.
They felt fortunate that Tang Xiao was absent.
As long as Tang Xiao and Tang San remained alive, the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul could still be passed down.
Mountain winds swept over the collapsed Clear Sky Peak, whipping dust into the sky.
Every stone slab in the square had shattered. Blood wound through the cracks in little streams, and the air reeked of blood and scorching.
Ye Han's expression remained indifferent.
He felt not the slightest pity for the Clear Sky Sect.
From the moment the Seventh Elder attacked, this ending had been sealed.
Ye Han surveyed the scene below, then suddenly fixed his gaze on something.
A faint red glow shone through a gap in the square's rubble.
The light gave off faint fluctuations of soul power.
Without Ye Han's keen perception, it would have been impossible to detect amid the chaotic, jumbled remnants of soul power.
"A Spirit Bone?"
Ye Han extended his right hand and channeled his soul power.
The red glow trembled, then was forcibly drawn out of the rubble and into his palm.
It was indeed a Spirit Bone.
The Spirit Bone felt warm in his