At the Soul Arena, Tang Chen watched the match that was about to begin, his irritation mounting.
He had gone to the Undying Family for treatment, only to find that both the family head and his daughter had left for Heaven Dou Royal Academy. No one was home.
With no other choice, Tang Chen had sought out an ordinary healing Soul Master, but the treatment had done little.
How could anyone recover quickly from injuries this severe?
"What a headache."
Tang Chen rubbed his temples.
Dealing with those Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan nobodies should have taken no more than a flick of his finger.
Now it had become a serious problem.
What kind of power do those people from Spirit Hall have? How could they injure me, a Peerless Douluo, so badly?
It infuriated him. He wanted to smash them to death with his hammer.
Let me think. On the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's team, Yu Xiaoqian and Yu Tianlong are Soul Ancestors. The rest are all Soul Elders.
Wait!
There's also Yu Xiaogang, the one who can fart.
I nearly forgot about him.
With Tang Hao's cultivation as a Soul King, beating them would be difficult, but all that mattered was winning.
Afterward, they could seek out the Undying Family for treatment.
They had to keep winning. They needed to finish the first stage undefeated—no, not just the first stage. They needed to win all the way to the championship.
Only by defeating the Spirit Hall Team could they spread the Clear Sky Sect's fame and draw more subordinate sects and families to their side.
The Clear Sky Sect was powerful, but in wealth, it fell far behind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Spirit Hall.
Tang Chen was full of confidence about the coming match.