Haotian Sect's Blind Arrogance

With that said, Tang Xiao led Tang Yuehua and the Haotian Sect elders angrily outside the main hall.

There, Tai Tan lay outside the hall, barely clinging to life.

His body had just been used to smash through the Haotian Sect's gates. He was a bloody mess, and no one knew how many bones in his body had been broken.

"Tai Tan!" Tang Xiao immediately walked over and grasped Tai Tan's hand.

His face was filled with fury.

Although the Haotian Sect had gone into seclusion, one still had to consider the owner before beating their dog—let alone doing it right in front of the owner.

"Sect Master, Sect Master, this old servant has finally seen you." Tai Tan looked at Tang Xiao in great excitement as he coughed up blood. "All these years, the Strength Clan has never forgotten the oath we swore to the Haotian Sect!"

"This old servant has always remembered you as well."

"Being able to see you before this old servant dies means I can die without regrets. Sect Master, you must avenge the Strength Clan! Two hundred lives of the Strength Clan have been lost!"

Tai Tan was truly too excited. The person before him was actually Tang Xiao.

Tai Tan had long harbored resentment toward the Haotian Sect. Back when the Haotian Sect withdrew into seclusion, their affiliated clans lost the protection of that colossal power and suffered unimaginable devastation.

To be honest, Tai Tan had more than once wanted to hammer Tang Xiao to death where he stood.

But now, Tai Tan had to keep up the act, because only Tang Xiao and the Haotian Sect could save him and avenge the blood debt of the Strength Clan.

"Tai Tan, you and the Strength Clan have been utterly loyal to my Haotian Sect, without a trace of divided loyalty."

"Rest assured, as Sect Master, I will definitely avenge you!" Tang Xiao looked at Tai Tan, his own performance equally flawless. "Men, take him away and treat him properly."

Though Tang Xiao had no real affection for the so-called Strength Clan, one had to consider the owner before beating the dog. Besides, Tai Tan was still a Soul Douluo. If he joined the Haotian Sect,

the Haotian Sect would have even greater confidence and qualifications to take revenge on Spirit Hall someday!

"Thank you, Sect Master!" Tai Tan nodded through tears.

"What a touching bond between master and servant!" At that moment, a cold young voice rang out.

Tang Xiao and the elders immediately looked ahead, only to see a young figure appear in the sky above the Haotian Sect at some unknown time.

Tang Xiao and the elders were slightly startled.

Could it be that Qian Renchu had been in the air all along, yet Tang Xiao and the others had not sensed him at all?

"Sect Master, he is the one who threw Tai Tan up to the Haotian Sect from the foot of the mountain!" the Haotian Sect disciple said fearfully.

At the time, that disciple had been standing guard. He had thought some rock was flying over, only to discover that it was Tai Tan, the chief of the Strength Clan. It had frightened him badly!

"Sect Master, it was him, it was him!"

"More than two hundred lives of this old servant's Strength Clan died at his hands." Tai Tan looked at Qian Renchu with immense agitation and fury. "He even declared that he would destroy the Haotian Sect!"

"Destroy my Haotian Sect!"

"Ha ha ha!"

This time, Tang Xiao was genuinely enraged.

If someone beat one of his dogs, at most he would frown. But Qian Renchu wanted to destroy the Haotian Sect—how could Tang Xiao not be furious?

"Boy, who are you?" Tang Xiao stared coldly at Qian Renchu. "Not even Spirit Hall is qualified to boast of destroying my Haotian Sect. This old man does not kill nameless nobodies. State your name and receive your death!"

"Is that so?" Qian Renchu smiled coldly. "Then listen carefully. I am the Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Renchu!"

Qian Renchu directly announced his identity.

And there was only one consequence for making Qian Renchu reveal his identity.

Other than him, no one would leave the Haotian Sect alive.

After all, Qian Renchu had both the confidence and the strength to make that happen.

"Qian Renchu!"

At that moment, whether it was Tai Tan or Tang Xiao and the others from the Haotian Sect, all of them were slightly startled.

In recent days, the thing they had heard most about was Qian Renchu's legend.

One man had killed Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo they had once been so proud of, and suppressed Pope Bibi Dong!

Their legs involuntarily trembled.

But they quickly calmed down. Qian Renchu was alone, after all, while they had six Title Douluo on their side. There was no need to be overly afraid.

"What? You are Qian Renchu!" Tang Xiao's eyes held thirty percent surprise, thirty percent fury, and forty percent wariness.

"He is the Pope of Spirit Hall who killed Brother Hao!" Tang Yuehua clenched her teeth. Whenever she thought of Tang Hao's handsome face, she wanted nothing more than to rush forward and tear Qian Renchu apart alive!

"Yes. So, am I enough to destroy your Haotian Sect?" Qian Renchu sneered.

"Perhaps not. You underestimate my Haotian Sect too much!"

"My Haotian Sect is no longer helpless prey for Spirit Hall to slaughter at will. We are now a fierce tiger that has grown fangs!"

Tang Lie was the first to roar, "Qian Renchu, you killed Tang Hao of my Haotian Sect, and now you dare come alone to my Haotian Sect to run wild. Let this old man see first whether you are truly as formidable as the rumors claim!"

Tang Lie had reason to be confident. So what if Qian Renchu was young and powerful?

He was still alone.

Meanwhile, the Haotian Sect had six Title Douluo standing guard!

As Tang Lie's words fell, nine soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—lit up beneath his feet one after another.

The instant a lightning-covered Clear Sky Hammer appeared in Tang Lie's hand, a phantom dozens of meters tall emerged behind him.

Martial Soul Avatar!

Fifth Soul Skill: Shatter Mountain, Split River! Tang Lie's Soul Power Level was ninety-two, but as wielders of the Clear Sky Hammer—the world's strongest assault-type tool martial soul in terms of explosive power—the strength of its soul masters could scarcely be measured by rank alone.

With this strike of his hammer, even a level ninety-five soul master like Chrysanthemum Douluo would likely have to avoid its edge!

"A tiger with fangs?" Qian Renchu found Tang Lie's incoming attack somewhat laughable. "Who exactly gave your Haotian Sect such courage?"

"Was it your reliance on slaughtering Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts in large numbers to obtain Soul Bones and forcibly break through to the Title Douluo level?"

"Or was it the oath my old man once made never to ascend Haotian Mountain?"

"Or perhaps your Haotian Sect has merely hidden away in one corner, blindly arrogant and ignorant of the wider world!"

Hearing Qian Renchu's words, Tang Xiao and the elders were all shocked.

Every sentence Qian Renchu spoke struck directly at their weak points.

Each word pierced their hearts, completely stripping away the Haotian Sect's last shred of dignity.

Title Douluo were regarded as peak experts of the Douluo Continent. Even the Haotian Sect could not possibly have so many Title Douluo so easily.

Thus, the Haotian Sect had adopted a sect-wide policy of hunting soul beasts for its Soul Douluo-level elders, obtaining Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones for them.

Sure enough, with the boost provided by Soul Bones, the number of Title Douluo in the Haotian Sect steadily grew.

Moreover, it was precisely by relying on Qian Daoliu's oath from back then that the Haotian Sect had kept Spirit Hall from daring to launch a direct assault.

Otherwise, the Haotian Sect would have long been living like the four affiliated clans, hiding and fleeing everywhere!

Tang Xiao and the elders were left speechless.