Tang San kept feeling that these robots looked familiar, but so much time had passed that he could find no trace of them in his memory.
Tang San simply stopped thinking about it.
After all, the fire was already singeing their eyebrows.
Twelve years had passed since Spirit Hall's encirclement and assault. The Clear Sky Sect had recuperated and rebuilt, recovering its former peak strength.
Several of its senior elders had even broken through to the Titled Douluo level.
Then there were the Clear Sky Sect's twin stars, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao.
The Clear Sky Sect now had five Titled Douluos, fifteen Soul Douluos, and numerous Soul Saints and Soul Emperors.
It was indisputably the continent's foremost sect.
As for the other two of the Upper Three Sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, even their combined forces were no match for the Clear Sky Sect.
The Upper Three Sects' reputation really was inflated to an absurd degree.
In Clear Sky Square, Tang Xiao, the Clear Sky Sect's master, wore a grave expression. They could sense that the terrifying army of mechanical Soul Masters had already reached halfway up the mountain.
In another few breaths, it would probably reach Clear Sky's summit and come charging straight at them.
Titled Douluos feared no Soul Masters, provided there were not too many of them. But enemies on this scale were clearly beyond what they could handle.
Tang Xiao was just about to speak when the other elders unanimously turned their gazes toward Tang Hao and Tang San.
Tang Hao looked utterly innocent.
"What are you all looking at me for? The ones I pissed off were Spirit Hall. Do these look like Spirit Hall's people? Don't go dumping every bucket of shit on my