Chapter 557: 100,000-Year Soul Beast Charges into Clear Sky Sect

"Crack!"

Tang Hao’s thick arm swung down heavily, striking the hard fine-steel handrail with a punch!

The handrail made of fine steel bent and deformed at the sound, and a harsh metallic snapping sound echoed through the spacious hall.

Fury tore wildly within his chest!

Suffocating! Simply too suffocating!

Back then, relying on a single Clear Sky Hammer to smash through Spirit Hall, how majestic was he?

Now the Clear Sky Sect had actually fallen to such a state of being at the mercy of others!

"Spirit Hall is suppressing us, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is rebelling against us, and now Lin Qingmo has popped up out of nowhere!"

Tang Hao’s voice carried a nearly hysterical fury:

"Those blind fools of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi actually dared to lead the entire Sect to lean toward that brat and completely break ties with our Clear Sky Sect!"

"And that Lin Qingmo!"

Tang Hao stared fixedly at Tang San, his eyes bloodshot: "Possessing Titled Douluo strength before the age of twenty... simply unheard of!"

"Just what kind of monster is this brat that popped out from nowhere?"

He had fancied himself the youngest Titled Douluo on the entire continent, a Genius rarely seen in a thousand years.

Yet before this youth named Lin Qingmo, all his past pride had been trampled into pieces.

Not only him, but the mighty reputation of the entire Clear Sky Sect had completely become a laughingstock of the entire continent in this battle.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Tang Hao coughed violently, a trace of black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He coldly watched Tang San standing silently before him.

From beginning to end, Tang San kept his head lowered, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into the flesh of his palms, blood flowing down drop by drop through his fingers and smashing onto the cold floor.

Ever since coming out of Saint Spirit Village, Tang San had always been the most dazzling existence among his peers.

twin spirits, peerless Hidden Weapons techniques, Purple Demon Eye... he had grown accustomed to being high above.

But now, Lin Qingmo was like an insurmountable high mountain, standing across his path.

In terms of strength, Lin Qingmo could go toe-to-toe with Titled Douluo.

Xiao Wu followed Lin Qingmo with single-minded devotion, not even casting a single glance at him, Tang San!

This thorough crushing from head to toe made Tang San’s heart feel as though it were being dully sliced by a sharp blade.

Looking at Tang San’s disconsolate appearance, Tang Hao’s fury grew even more intense, and he sternly reprimanded: "Have you been beaten into submission just like this?"

"Where is your Clear Sky Hammer? Where is your pride? Could it be that because someone stepped on you, you don’t even have the courage to stand back up?!"

Hearing these words, Tang San trembled all over.

He abruptly raised his head, his eyes at that moment filled with cobweb-like bloodshots, exuding a nearly manic obsession and ferocity!

"I am not subdued!"

Tang San’s voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hair-raising viciousness.

"I will not lose to him, never!"

"He is strong now simply because he had good luck and obtained a great Opportunity!"

"As long as I am given time..."

Tang San gritted his teeth fiercely, blood overflowing from his lips, the gloom and hatred in his eyes almost turning into substance.

"Lin Qingmo has taken everything from me, I want him to pay it back a hundredfold!"

"Xiao Wu is mine, and the number one Genius of this continent... can only be me, Tang San!"

Clear Sky Sect, front mountain Outer Sect.

Today’s mountain wind was more biting than usual, drilling into people’s necks like knives.

More than a dozen on-duty patrolling Outer Sect Disciples shrank their shoulders, guarding listlessly by the iron chains of the mountain path.

Ever since the Sect Master and the Seven Elders returned in defeat from Spirit City, the atmospheric pressure of the entire Sect had been frighteningly low.

The originally aloof Elders had all gone into secluded cultivation to the death, not even showing their faces.

"This damned weather, how can it change just like that?"

A Disciple tightened his collar, raised his face to look into mid-air, the fine-steel longspear in his hand almost slipping out to smash onto his instep.

The entire sky had been completely swallowed by blue-gray thunder clouds.

The clouds churned violently, as if some peerless great monster was rolling over inside.

A huge contour with a bull’s head and a snake’s body slowly swam within the heavy clouds.

The cyan scales reflected the blinding lightning.

Every time a pale flash of lightning struck, that extremely oppressive phantom became a fraction clearer.

The dull thunder had not yet reached their ears, yet the flickering of the sky had already descended.

He didn’t need to land at all.

The Azure Bovine Slow Domain transformed into a layer of cyan halo, forcefully pressing toward the entire mountain gate.

Without any warning.

The movements of all Disciples inside and outside the mountain gate froze in the exact same frame.

Someone was waving their arm pointing at the sky, their arm stopping stiffly in mid-air.

Someone had just taken half a step forward, but their other foot simply refused to step down.

Even the action of blinking in terror was slowed down dozens of times, looking as comical as a silent play.

A patrol captain opened his mouth, desperately squeezing out an off-pitch alarm from his throat.

"What the hell—"

That single word was forcibly dragged out into a harsh, distorted pitch lasting three whole seconds.

The word "situa-" was never spat out.

Because the ground collapsed a step ahead.

A black giant beast like a mountain tore through the clouds, plummeting straight down.

"Boom!!!"

Er Ming, like a pitch-black meteorite, accurately smashed onto the edge of the martial arts practice field of the Clear Sky Sect’s Outer Sect.

Amidst the dull, thunderous roar, an earth-yellow halo rippled outward toward the surroundings like an overwhelming tide with him at the center.

Gravity Domain!

The originally flat and wide stone steps were tightly pressed down by an invisible, sky-covering giant hand, crazily fracturing from the middle toward both sides.

Shattered stones flew everywhere!

The seven or eight gate-guarding Disciples who were standing just moments before didn’t even manage a single hum as they were pressed flat onto the ground by the terrifying gravity.

Their cheeks pressed tightly against the cold gravel shards, their bones emitting a teeth-aching sound of unbearable burden.

Let alone counterattacking, they couldn’t even move their faces away by an inch.

Lin Qingmo stood with his hands behind his back on Er Ming’s broad shoulders.

His gray robe fluttered noisily in the mountain wind.

He looked down at the Sect under his feet, which claimed to be the number one under heaven, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a graveyard.

Ah Yin transformed into human form, quietly floating by his side.

The 250,000-year Blue Silver Emperor cultivation unfolded the purest Blue Silver Domain.

On the mountain walls, in the stone cracks, by the edge of the cliffs.

All wild Blue Silver Grass fell into a carnival at the same time.

The originally slender grass blades grew wildly, instantly turning into dark blue vines as thick as an adult.

Thousands of vines intertwined and twisted together, forming an airtight giant net that tightly wrapped around the huge plaque of the Clear Sky Sect, which symbolized supreme glory.

Crack!

The plaque shattered, and pieces of broken wood dropped down with pattering sounds.

A Disciple suppressed at the edge by gravity had the corners of his eyes split, squeezing out a bellows-like roar from his throat.

"That, that is... a 100,000-Year Soul Beast! A full three of them!"

The young Disciple beside him was so scared that he pissed his pants, his face smeared with tears and snot.

"Run... run quickly! My legs can’t be pulled out!"

Despair spread rapidly across the entire Outer Sect.

Lin Qingmo didn’t even look at these cannon fodders lying on the ground.

His profound gaze penetrated through layers of obstacles, directly piercing into the conference hall deep within the Clear Sky Sect.

spirit power wrapped in a icy voice rolled and echoed across the entire snow peak.

"Tang Xiao, get out here and accept your death!"

The voice was like a life-claiming funeral bell.

Deep within the Sect.

"Bang!"

The main hall door was kicked open heavily with a bang.

Tang Xiao gritted his teeth, stepping out of the hall doors first.

Closely following behind him were the seven Clear Sky SectElders.

The seven arrogant Titled Douluo of ordinary days not only had unsteady footsteps at this moment, but their complexions were also as pale as paper.

Each of them held the iconic Clear Sky Hammer in their hands, but the hammers were dim and devoid of light, and the thunderous might of the past had long since vanished without a trace.

In the battle of Spirit City, in order to forcibly capture Xiao Wu, they collectively used the Ring Explosion secret skill of the Great Sumeru Hammer.

Their Meridians were damaged, and their spirit power was overdrawn.

Although they had recovered somewhat now, they were still somewhat weak.

(End of Chapter)

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