"Back then, for the sake of that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, your father brought ruin and death upon our Clear Sky Sect, forcing us to live in seclusion on this bleak mountain for decades!"
The Third Elder's face blazed with anger. He slammed his scepter against the stone slabs and barked with extreme severity:
"As the son of a sinner, you haven't even come to accept punishment in your father's stead. Now, before contributing a single thing to the sect, you dare wag your tongue and ask to empty out the reserves our Clear Sky Sect has accumulated over centuries to protect itself, along with several supreme-grade Soul Bones?!"
"You're dreaming like a fool! We will never agree!"
The elders' stern refusal left absolutely no room for negotiation.
Yet Tang San, skilled in psychological games and scheming, did not panic. Instead, a cunning gleam flashed deep in his eyes, as though he had anticipated his opponents' move.
He shrewdly stepped straight forward, abruptly raising his voice several notches and driving his words straight into the deepest fear of the entire Clear Sky Sect:
"Ancestors, even now, are you still only capable of using those outdated, stubborn sect rules to conceal the cowardice seeping from your very bones?!"
"Insolence! You brat, you dare call us cowards?!"
The old men's beards bristled with fury, their Soul Power nearly exploding out of control.
"Am I wrong?!"
Tang San took a great stride forward, thrusting his pride as a genius right into the faces of those Titled Douluos. His cutting, ruthless words stabbed down like steel blades:
"Have you all seen the pattern in today's Sky Screen clearly? The more fortune and inheritance someone possesses on the Douluo Continent, the greater their chance of being randomly designated and forcibly thrown into the Great Thousand World!"