Thud.
Under the stunned gazes of all the disciples.
This level ninety-six Titled Douluo, the Clear Sky Sect's Second Elder, had his knees give way.
He knelt.
He knelt before Tang San.
The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand also fell to the ground with a clang.
And not just him.
The First Elder, Third Elder, Fourth Elder, Seventh Elder...
The four elders who had likewise summoned their martial souls and prepared to attack were now deathly pale.
They felt as if an entire ocean were pressing down upon them.
Never mind attacking.
Even standing had become an impossible luxury.
Thud!
Thud!
One dull impact after another.
The Clear Sky Sect's five great elders all fell to their knees.
The Clear Sky Sect disciples behind them were in an even worse state.
They had long since been crushed to the ground by this divine might, their bodies trembling as they lay unable to move.
Across the entire plaza.
Only one person remained standing.
That person was Tang San.
He stood there, his hand still resting on the shaft of the trident.
Blue divine light flowed around him.
Like a true god.
"Now."
Tang San's voice rang out again, calm yet majestic.
"Do you still have any objections?"
No one answered.
The only response was heavy breathing and shudders rising from the depths of their souls.
Just then.
A figure slowly emerged from within the main hall.
It was the Clear Sky Sect's current Sect Master, Tang Xiao.
He looked at the scene in the plaza, his expression incomparably complex.
Step by step, he walked up to Tang San.
Then, beneath everyone's disbelieving gazes.
The Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect dropped to one knee before Tang San.
"Clear Sky Sect's Tang Xiao..."
His voice carried a trace of bitterness,