The Clear Sky Sect was situated on a mountain peak in the Heaven Dou Empire, three hundred li from Heaven Dou City.
There were no pavilions or terraces on this peak. As far as the eye could see, a castle-like building occupied the entire summit.
Ever since Spirit Hall had ground it into the dirt, killing three Titled Douluo and gravely weakening it, the Clear Sky Sect had vanished without a trace. Its disciples hardly ever ventured across the continent anymore.
All of the Clear Sky Sect's branch forces had also been cut off, leaving only the main lineage's disciples in retreat on Clear Sky Peak.
At that moment, in a courtyard,
Tang Hao sat in a specially made wheelchair, staring listlessly at the distant sky, his heart like a pool of stagnant water.
Xu Ran had severed one of Tang Hao's hands and one of his feet, then twisted and ruptured the meridians in the remaining pair. Tang Hao had now become a complete cripple.
Despite his terrifying reserves of Soul Power, he could no longer even lift his own Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer.
"Little Hao, are you lost in thought again? What exactly happened back then? Why were you injured so badly? Did people from Spirit Hall attack you?" Tang Xiao, the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, looked at his white-haired younger brother before him, his heart aching.
It was hard to imagine that this was the Clear Sky Sect's former greatest genius, that proud younger brother of his.
"Spirit Hall? Heh..." Tang Hao's expression was bitter, his once-handsome face now terribly aged.
His heart was filled with regret. The one he hated most now was not Spirit Hall, but Xu Ran!
Moreover, an ominous premonition now lingered in his heart. It steadily