As Tai Tan's towering figure slowly knelt beneath everyone's astonished gazes, the sound of his knees striking the ground landed like a heavy hammer on every heart.
Seeing Tai Tan kneel, Tai Nuo and his son Tai Long hurriedly followed suit, as though drawn down by an invisible force.
The shock in Tai Long's heart was even greater than Tang San's as he stood there. He could not understand why this powerhouse, once the pride of their Strength Clan, would bow so respectfully to a youth.
Tai Tan suppressed the turmoil within him, his voice carrying a trace of unmistakable reverence. "This old servant, Tai Tan, pays his respects to the Young Master."
Every word struck their hearts like a heavy hammer, making even the air seem to freeze.
Before Tang San could speak, Tai Long suddenly rose from his kneeling position, his eyes filled with anger and bewilderment.
He roared, "Why should we? We only teamed up with this sissy for the Soul Master Tournament, and now our Strength Clan is supposed to serve him as our master! Grandpa, have you gone senile?"
Tai Long's voice echoed across the empty square, carrying defiance and stubbornness.
Tai Nuo's expression darkened. He sprang to his feet and kicked Tai Long to the ground.
Tai Long's body traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground with a dull thud.
Tai Nuo bellowed, "You little bastard! Is that any way to speak to your grandfather?"
Although his voice brimmed with fury, anyone with eyes could see that Tai Nuo had not denied Tai Long's words. He was merely angry at his son's tone.
After all, the Strength Clan had once been affiliated with the Clear Sky Sect, only for the sect to seal itself off and abandon the Four