This time, they truly could not move so much as a strand of hair.
Spirit Hall, Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong sat on her throne. She had summoned every elder, Fang Fan, Qian Renxue, and everyone close to Fang Fan for one final military council before the attack on the Clear Sky Sect.
Today, she wore a fitted outfit as black as ink beneath her Purple Gold Papal Robe. Her long hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and sharp, decisive killing intent shone in her eyes. She looked like a peerless weapon on the verge of being drawn.
"The Clear Sky Sect is a blight that must be uprooted today.
Tang Hao tried to assassinate the Saint Son, and the Clear Sky Sect sheltered him. Either offense alone would justify wiping them out ten times over."
Bibi Dong's voice echoed through the hall, cold as frost.
"I will personally lead ten thousand soul masters, along with six Titled Douluo—Elder Chrysanthemum, Elder Ghost, Elder Ling Yuan, Ghost Leopard Elder, Pufferfish, and Snake Lance—as well as the Saint Son, Qian Renxue, and our other elites. We will tear the Clear Sky Sect out by the roots."
She paused and turned to Fang Fan, a note of respect and inquiry entering her voice. "Disciple, what do you think?"
"Nothing much. Just wipe them out."
Fang Fan shrugged, sounding as casual as if he were discussing barbecue for dinner.
Yet he had a faint, uneasy premonition. With the Asura God King working behind the scenes, the Clear Sky Sect's fate might not be as straightforward as it seemed.
Tang Chen was the Asura God King's successor. The Asura God King would never stand by and watch the entire Clear Sky Sect be destroyed.
Most likely, he would find some way to move the sect's