Within the Clear Sky Sect,
The disciples who wanted to surrender heard the order, "Those who surrender will be spared," and hurriedly withdrew their martial souls, crouching on the ground with their hands over their heads. Fear and despair filled their faces. The pride they had once taken in being "disciples of the Clear Sky Sect" had now been utterly crushed.
Only a handful of fiercely loyal elders still fought like cornered beasts. They summoned their pitch-black Clear Sky Hammers and poured soul power frantically into them, trying to strike back with the sect's inherited "Clear Sky Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer," only to be subdued effortlessly by the Enshrinements. In mere moments, soul power bound their bodies. They had not even had time to unleash their soul skills and could only struggle in vain, their eyes burning with fury and defiance.
Qian Daoliu slowly rose to his feet, pale golden soul power swirling around him. As though climbing invisible stairs, he ascended steadily into the air and flew toward the top of the Mountain Gate.
He watched the chaos below without the slightest ripple in his eyes, as though it were nothing more than an inconsequential farce-the Clear Sky Sect's destruction had been within his expectations all along.
Guarded by two Knights, Tang Hao watched the devastation of the Clear Sky Sect with painfully tangled emotions in his eyes: fear of Spirit Hall's strength, relief that he was still alive, and a trace of sorrow at the sect's destruction.
He lowered his head to look at Tang San, sleeping soundly in his arms, and unconsciously stroked the infant's soft cheek with his fingers. He silently calculated his next move. The Clear Sky Sect is gone. From now on, I can only rely on myself.
*Once I find a chance to