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The night before, after accepting the challenge, Tang Potian had sent all the news back to the Clear Sky Sect by Carrier Eagle.
The contents of that encrypted report carried far more weight than a private duel.
Tang Potian's message unequivocally revealed one crucial assessment: the Chen Clan's expansion had developed a powerful, systematic momentum.
Suppressing them would require a deterrent beyond ordinary means. One or two Soul Douluos could never shoulder that task-a Titled Douluo coming in person would be best.
Sect Master Tang Yue was stationed in Heaven Dou City, burdened with important duties.
Grand Elder Tang Shan had to guard the Sect's heart and could not leave lightly.
Looking around the Sect, the most suitable-and most urgently needed-candidate was naturally Tang Potian's own father, Tang Feng, whose title was "Sky-Rending."
More than a thousand kilometers lay between the Clear Sky Sect and Lankai City.
Tang Feng had not delayed for even a moment.
He had become a golden streak that tore through the long night, hurtling toward Lankai City at the Sky-Rending Douluo's utmost speed.
That speed burned through his soul power, yet could not shorten the vast distance.
He hurried, desperately hurried.
The mountains and rivers along his route blurred into fleeting shadows.
When he finally reached the skies above Lankai City, weighed down by the exhaustion of burning his soul power on the journey and anxiety that seared his heart, the fierce embers of energy had yet to dissipate from the enormous crater below. The air reeked of blood, the scorching aftermath of exploding soul power, and... the deathly silence of a battle already ended.
He had made it at last, yet seemed to have just missed everything.
That golden light plunged abruptly downward, carrying the dust of