With the Imperial Clan's help, the arena in Star Luo City was soon repaired.
The Imperial Clan's martial soul was the Plate-armored Giant Rhinoceros, whose defensive power ranked among the best on the entire Douluo Continent.
This family had once been one of the Clear Sky Clan's four great single-attribute clans. Later, they had spent some time with the Tang Sect, and after that... there was no after that.
After the Tang Sect declined, soul tools made hidden weapons obsolete. A sect that could even enshrine someone with a Bluesilver Grass martial soul as its sect master naturally could not hold on to its people.
Fortunately, the Imperial Clan had wised up and left early. Otherwise, who knew how much longer the Tang Sect would have sucked their blood?
Gu Xingyue stood at the entrance to the competitors' passage, watching the Imperial Clan's craftsmen bustle about the arena, and silently sighed to himself.
The Buddha's whole family had practically treated the single-attribute clans like Soul Beasts for over ten thousand years.
When Spirit Hall persecuted them, the Clear Sky Clan hid away from the world, leaving the members of the single-attribute clans at the front as cannon fodder.
Later, the Tang Sect had become even more outrageous, enshrining Bluesilver Grass as its sect master.
At least Spirit Hall worshipped Angels because every generation of the Angel martial soul had produced powerful figures to hold the fort. What could a Bluesilver Grass martial soul hold?
Enshrining something even the pigs at home would not eat as sect master-the Tang Sect had still fallen far too late.
As for the Slave Clan, they had run off too.
But that was normal enough when he thought about it. They had been Tang Hao's slaves to begin with. Tang Hao's bloodline was no longer