Wager and Accept Defeat-The Defense Clan's Sincerity and the Strength Clan's Silence

Tai Tan walked over to Tai Long.

He sent his Soul Power into his son's body to examine him, and his mountain-like frame froze for an instant.

Seven fractures throughout his body.

His meridians had been battered into a tangled mess by violent force.

The backlash from having his Martial Soul Avatar forcibly shattered had even damaged the foundation of his cultivation.

None of these injuries were fatal.

But they meant that for the next three months, his proudest son would not even be able to clench his fist.

A twenty-two-year-old seven-ringed Soul Sage had had his Martial Soul Avatar destroyed by a single punch from a fourteen-year-old six-ringed Soul Emperor.

If word got out, how could the Strength Clan continue showing its face in the world?

Tai Tan remained silent, no emotion visible on his face.

He did not fly into a rage, did not throw out threats, and did not even spare another glance for the boy named Jiang Tieyi.

He handed Tai Long to the flustered clansmen behind him, turned around, and looked past everyone else, fixing his gaze directly on Su Chen.

Su Chen met his gaze.

The fourteen-year-old's eyes were so calm that not even a ripple stirred within them, as though he were examining an irrelevant corpse.

Tai Tan's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

Countless questions clogged his chest—where had these children come from? Who had given them such a terrifying lineup of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings? And just who was this boy called Su Chen?

In the end, all those surging emotions became only a single sentence.

"Strength Clan, we'll remember you."

He held his back straight and led his clansmen toward the mine's exit with steady steps.

He never looked back.

Niu Gao tilted his head, watching Tai Tan's silhouette disappear into the light