"Boss Dai! The Clear Sky Sect cannot establish itself in the Star Luo Empire!"
Once he heard Tang San's words clearly, Dai Mubai visibly froze.
"Hm?"
The smile on his face froze instantly. His brows furrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on Tang San, and his tone held a measure of confusion:
"Xiao San, what do you mean? Didn't you just..."
"Boss Dai, Spirit Hall has already wiped out the Clear Sky Sect!"
Tang San's voice was low and heavy, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.
He slowly lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles whitening with the force:
"When I left Slaughter City and returned to the Clear Sky Sect's ancestral grounds, I discovered that the sect had already been destroyed!"
"Of the thousands of Soul Masters throughout the entire sect, not a single one survived!"
"Of all the forces on the continent, only Spirit Hall could have done this without a sound!"
At those words, Dai Mubai's expression instantly darkened.
He fell silent for a moment, then slowly returned to the seat of honor, his fingers tapping unconsciously against the armrest.
His gaze swept back and forth over Tang San, as though scrutinizing a stranger.
"Xiao San, you just told me you were a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect!"
His voice was low, carrying a trace of anger at having been deceived.
"Now you're telling me the Clear Sky Sect has already been wiped out? Then what can you offer to help me fight for the throne?"
"Without the Clear Sky Sect's help, I can't possibly obtain the Star Luo Empire's throne!"
"Without the throne, I'm nothing but an ordinary imperial prince! Haha!"
Those final two laughs carried a measure of self-mockery and a measure of madness as they echoed through the