"Was the gap really that vast?"
Tai Tan lay sprawled on the ground. Golden Crocodile Douluo's power had shattered his bones moments earlier, leaving him slumped there like a puddle of mud.
Blood flowed from a gash in his forehead, mingling with dirt and dust and making Tai Tan look especially savage.
He tried to move his hand, his five fingers clawing up a handful of earth as grains of dirt worked their way beneath his nails.
But before he could struggle any further to rise, a shadow loomed over his head, and a large foot grew steadily larger in his vision.
"Heh heh heh."
Golden Crocodile Douluo planted his foot on the back of Tai Tan's head, grinding his face firmly into the dirt.
"So this was all the patriarchs of the four great clans once affiliated with the Clear Sky Sect amounted to. How disappointing!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo's remark was undoubtedly a sharp blade, plunging viciously into Tai Tan's heart.
Killing the man, crushing his spirit!
Tai Tan felt a fire raging in his heart with nowhere to vent it. He desperately wanted to stand up and slap Golden Crocodile Douluo hard across the face, to show him the backbone of the Strength Clan!
But Tai Tan did not have a protagonist's lot in life. No matter how unwilling, furious, or aggrieved he felt, he could not change his fate.
"Die, you scum!"
A vicious grin curled Golden Crocodile Douluo's lips. His hand rose and fell, his sharp claws slicing Tai Tan's head clean off!
Blood spilled, outlining Golden Crocodile Douluo's arrogant face.
The patriarchs of the Breaking Clan, the Defense Clan, and the Strength Clan had all fallen in defeat, one after another!
Seeing this, Bai He, patriarch of the Speed Clan and the only one left,