Everyone from the Clear Sky Sect was stunned when they heard those words.
"The Clear Sky Token! This really is the Clear Sky Token!"
The Second Elder took the Clear Sky Token from Tang Xiao. His voice still trembled slightly, but his reaction also confirmed the token's authenticity.
It was a small golden hammer, with a black gemstone set into each end.
"It really is Uncle's Clear Sky Token!"
The other elders passed the Clear Sky Token around, all looking rather excited.
"The Clear Sky Token may be genuine, but you aren't a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect. Why would Grandfather give it to you?"
Tang Xiao frowned. Of everyone present, he was the most uncomfortable with Ren Tao and the most hostile toward him. What Ren Tao had said about the Clear Sky Sect sealing its gates was secondary. But claiming that his younger brother, Tang Hao, had drawn fire upon himself and deserved his fate was something he could not accept.
"Simple! I defeated Tang Chen, then saved his life. This was his thank-you gift."
Ren Tao answered calmly.
That was, in fact, the truth.
With Tang Chen's intelligence, he would naturally have realized that Ren Tao had taken the Clear Sky Token.
Yet he had never mentioned it, which meant he had already tacitly accepted it-and was all the more relieved that Ren Tao had only taken the Clear Sky Token rather than his life.
That was the Douluo World, and the truth of the world of warriors: the victor became king, while the defeated lost everything.
"Lies! Utter nonsense!"
The Seventh Elder roared.
He did not believe anyone could defeat Tang Chen. Tang Chen was the strongest being on land, the spiritual symbol the Clear Sky Sect took the greatest pride in. To its disciples,