The Clear Sky School Heritage Still Remains, But What About Your Spirit Hall?!

Qian Daoliu folded the three pairs of golden wings behind his back, drifting slowly down from the air before walking toward Tang Xiao's location.

"Don't kill us, don't kill us, we're willing to be beasts of burden for Spirit Hall, to be slaves for generation after generation!"

"I beg you, Senior, don't kill us!"

"If the Clear Sky School is gone, then it's gone. We're willing to join Spirit Hall and work for it! We don't want to die yet!"

A few direct disciples of the Clear Sky School with blood-stained faces who had miraculously survived Qian Daoliu's attack looked at the advancing Qian Daoliu, their eyes filled with despair and terror.

Enduring the tearing pain in their bodies, they knelt on the ground before Qian Daoliu and pleaded bitterly.

"You bunch of cowards! He never intended to let us off the hook in the first place. Do you think doing this means you won't have to die?"

Not everyone who remained alive was a coward; there were those with backbone.

He summoned his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul and, dragging his exhausted body, charged directly at Qian Daoliu. "Monster, go to hell!"

Yet how laughable was this attack in front of a Rank 99 Peerless Douluo? He wasn't even a Soul Saint, so how could he possibly harm Qian Daoliu?!

Before the Clear Sky Hammer smashing toward Qian Daoliu could even touch the corner of his garment, it was shattered by the terrifying Soul Power surrounding him.

"Ants... courting death!"

Qian Daoliu's voice was icy as he slowly raised his hand, his hand rising and his sword falling, a crimson-gold light cutting an arc through the air.

Fresh blood gushed forth, heads separated from bodies! Before he could even let out a scream, he had already fallen in a pool of blood.

"As for you?" Qian Daoliu's cold gaze swept over those who knelt and begged for mercy. "The old man is here to kill!"

"You damned monster, we already begged for mercy, we were even willing to be beasts of burden for Spirit Hall, why won't you let us go?"

"Spirit Hall beasts, even if we turn into ghosts, we won't let you off! You'll die a horrible death!"

Qian Daoliu wiped his sword clean and ruthlessly harvested the lives of this group of people. Amidst the rising and falling sword light, lives were extinguished in the span of a breath.

"You beg for mercy and the old man lets you go? Ridiculous! You might not see whether the old man dies a good death in the future, but you're going to die today!"

Qian Daoliu said coldly. Although that previous attack had been overwhelming, engulfing the entire Clear Sky School mountain gate, there were still quite a few who had miraculously survived.

Among them were those who knelt and begged for mercy, those who stood frozen in place, and those with backbone who had attacked him directly!

He didn't let a single one of them go. Whether they begged for mercy or recklessly charged at Qian Daoliu, he took them down one by one with a single stroke of his sword, as simple as cutting vegetables and melons, thoroughly slaughtering the remaining survivors.

When Qian Daoliu walked up to Tang Xiao, corpses were already lying sprawled haphazardly all around him. Rivers of blood, mountains of corpses—a truly shocking sight!

Tang Xiao lay there, leaning against a rock. Right now, he was miserable to the extreme, his chest pierced through by a bloody cavity.

White bones were visible to the naked eye, and one could even see something inside beating and twitching!

"Cough, cough..." Tang Xiao coughed violently, and with every cough, he spat out large chunks of visceral fragments.

He looked at those sect disciples who had died under Qian Daoliu's sword without kneeling to beg for mercy, and smiled miserably. "You didn't kneel to beg for mercy, you were all good ones, you didn't disgrace the sect!"

"Even in death, I'm going to splatter old man Qian Daoliu all over with blood, this sect master included! That is what it means to be a disciple of our Clear Sky School!"

"Hahahahaha! Kill! Kill! Everyone is dead, the Clear Sky School is destroyed, and I have become the last sect master of the Clear Sky School."

Qian Daoliu looked at the dying Tang Xiao and said in a cold voice, "You killed my granddaughter, and the old man wiped out your Clear Sky School. That's fair, isn't it?!"

"Yeah... very fair..." Tang Xiao coughed up fresh blood, his voice weak. "Back in the day, the Clear Sky School shook the continent and was in its high noon, yet today it is destroyed in your hands!"

Tang Xiao panted heavily, gasping for breath, and glared at Qian Daoliu with malicious eyes. "So what?!"

"Qian Daoliu, do you think you've won? Utterly ridiculous! Although the Clear Sky School is destroyed, the heritage of the Clear Sky School still remains."

"Little San and Little Hao are still alive. As long as the two father and son aren't dead, the spark of our Clear Sky School will never be extinguished!"

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Hehe! But what about your Spirit Hall?" Tang Xiao laughed loudly. "Old man, oh old man!"

"Your only son, Qian Xunji, died back then at the hands of my younger brother Tang Hao, and your precious granddaughter died at the hands of Little San."

"Spirit Hall may still exist, but you have no descendants left. The heritage of the Qian Family has been cut off, hahahahaha!!!"

These few words were like sharp daggers, piercing straight into the most vulnerable spot in Qian Daoliu's heart, and the Soul Power around his body almost spun out of control.

"You've committed too many murders, this is retribution! It is only right that you, Qian Daoliu, should have your ancestral line cut off! If your line isn't cut off, the laws of heaven will not tolerate it!"

Tang Xiao looked at Qian Daoliu's gradually ferocious expression and laughed all the more heartily. "Old man, I've said so much, how does it feel in your heart?"

"Back in the day, how bright and just was your Spirit Hall? You were the maintainers of order on Douluo Continent! The nemesis of Fallen Soul Masters!"

"But now, look at yourself—how monstrous is the blood fiend aura on your body? Just how many people have you killed?" Tang Xiao weakly raised his hand to point at the corpses blanketing the surroundings. "Look at you now. Having killed so many people, how are you any different from those Fallen Soul Masters everyone shouts to beat and kill?"

"To think your Angel Clan took the eradication of Fallen Soul Masters as your bounden duty for generations! In the end, you, Qian Daoliu, have instead become the biggest Fallen Soul Master on Douluo Continent. How ironic!"

"Hahahahaha! But you've killed so many people, what use is it? Can you make your granddaughter come back to life? In the end, the heritage of your Qian Family was destroyed in your own hands!"

Tang Xiao used his last ounce of strength to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, spraying it directly onto Qian Daoliu's robe, which was already stained red with blood.

"Who knows how many innocent lives' blood has stained this filthy robe of yours, and now there's a mouthful of mine as well! Though the Clear Sky School is destroyed its heritage remains, though Spirit Hall exists it is dead in all but name!"

Tang Xiao stared at Qian Daoliu's increasingly unsightly expression. "As long as Tang Hao and Little San are still alive, the Clear Sky School still has a future!"

"And your Spirit Hall? Hehe! What future does a lonely old man like you have left?! You have nothing!"

Qian Daoliu's breathing grew rapid. "Shut up!"

"Shut up?" Tang Xiao wore a mad expression. If he could disgust Qian Daoliu before dying, his death wouldn't be in vain. "Your Qian Family's heritage is cut off and you're a lonely old man!"

"If your old body is still holding up, you better hurry and find a female soul master before you kick the bucket, maybe you can still keep the line going, hahaha!"

"Shut your mouth for the old man!" Qian Daoliu roared fiercely, reaching out a large hand to grab Tang Xiao's neck directly.

The next second, the Angel Holy Sword burst forth with dazzling golden light, and with a soft puchi, the sword light swept horizontally across the void...

Tang Xiao's head soared into the air, but Qian Daoliu didn't stop.

He backhanded Tang Xiao's body, hurling it up toward the sky, and grabbed into empty space with his left hand. A large golden spear abruptly materialized in his grip, and then he hurled it!

"Pfft..."

The large golden spear pierced through Tang Xiao's body, carrying tremendous momentum to nail him to the highest peak of the Clear Sky School.

The wind blew across the mountain peak, and Tang Xiao's body hung from the large golden spear, swaying with the wind as fresh blood continuously streamed down the rock face.