Chapter Ninety-Nine: Battle Power Off the Charts, Instant-Kill a Titled Douluo!
Ye Han's voice echoed in the upper air, passing into the ears of every single Clear Sky Sect member.
That black-clad figure hovered above the main peak, the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand shimmering with golden light.
He did not release any spirit rings, but the intangible pressure on his body shrouded the entire Clear Sky Sect as if it were physical substance.
On the plaza before the main peak's great hall, the Clear Sky Sect disciples gazed up at that figure in the air with varied expressions.
Some were shocked, and some were furious.
They could not believe that a youth who looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old would dare to charge into the Clear Sky Sect all by himself, and even openly taunt the sect master Tang Xiao.
This had never happened in the history of the Clear Sky Sect.
Even back in the year of Spirit Hall's encirclement, it was an overwhelming army with a crowd of experts.
Yet the youth before them, acting alone, was even more arrogant than a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.
Coiling Dragon Staff...
Second Elder watched the figure in the air, his brow deeply furrowed.
He recognized the golden staff in Ye Han's hand.
It was precisely the same martial soul as that of the Spirit Hall brothers Qianjun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo—the Coiling Dragon Staff!
The other three elders also recognized the Coiling Dragon Staff, their complexions all turning ashen.
They thought of the same name in unison: Ye Han!
That mysterious youth who crushed the entire field with the strength of one person in the Soul Master Tournament grand finals and ultimately defeated Tang San.
"Are you Ye Han?!"
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