(First update)
From the moment Yang Ming stepped into the Clear Sky Sect, he had continuously displayed his strength, showing these Clear Sky Sect elders and disciples who had secluded themselves in the mountains for years the power of the Sky-Blasting Gang, which now faintly carried the bearing of a dominant force.
Yang Ming had always liked to convince people with strength. If you refused to submit, he would beat you until you did!
He had not come to the Clear Sky Sect to play the philanthropist, much less to play childish games. His purpose was clear: he was a conqueror, here to bring the once-dominant Clear Sky Sect beneath his feet!
Defeating Tang Hu, a level sixty-four Spirit Emperor, meant nothing to Yang Ming. In his eyes, Tang Hu was merely an insignificant stepping stone on his path to conquest!
Now, carrying overwhelming might, he once again challenged the Seventh Elder!
Under countless watching eyes, the Seventh Elder's face darkened. He could only grit his teeth and accept the challenge.
This time, however, the Seventh Elder no longer underestimated this absurdly young boy. His sinister eyes were filled with deep apprehension.
Not yet an adult, yet already a level sixty-seven Spirit Emperor; possessing endless trump cards; backed by the Sky-Blasting Gang—when all these factors were gathered in Yang Ming alone, "genius" was no longer enough to describe him. He should be called a prodigy.
A prodigy—the favored son of heaven, a peerless talent of his generation!
Though everyone in the Clear Sky Sect, from elders to disciples, was deeply displeased by Yang Ming's overbearing conduct, they had no choice but to admit that he truly had the confidence to be overbearing!
The Seventh Elder slowly stepped forward. Every step he took was steady. Although his expression remained calm, it