Tang Yuehua was a second-generation disciple, and she had once been the Clear Sky Sect's number one cultivation deadweight. In Tang Bo's view, no matter whether Tang Yuehua's challenge ended in victory or defeat, they as first-generation elders would be the losers.
Except for Seventh Elder Tang Lie, they were all nine-ring Titled Douluo. Defeating Tang Yuehua, a junior, would be only natural.
After all, a Titled Douluo is a figure revered by tens of thousands across the continent. How could one lose so casually?
But if they really did lose, then they would be disgraced beyond belief.
Tang Yuehua had some understanding of the strength of the few of them. The outcome of the challenge concerned whether Tang San could successfully acknowledge his ancestors and return to the sect. Without considerable confidence, as his aunt, Tang Yuehua would not dare act like this.
Not absolute, but it could be said with certainty that their chances of defeat were not small.
Winning would be only proper. Losing would be humiliating. And the odds favored humiliation. To play it safe, better to drop the challenge.
As the highest-ranking first-generation elders in the sect, if they could avoid losing face, they should avoid it.
As for Tang Yuehua displaying her strength, letting the sect's second-generation disciples serve as a touchstone would do.
There were even eight-ring Spirit Douluo among the second generation, more than enough to serve as a touchstone.
"No. For Xiao San to acknowledge his ancestors and return to the sect, he needs the approval of the sect disciples and the consent of the elders. It is just that Xiao San is still young and far from being a match for the elders. As his aunt, I am taking the trial in his stead."
Tang Yuehua kept a stern, pretty face and refused flatly.
Joking aside, this auntie was itching to give you old geezers a beating. How could it be called off just like that?
Ever since the Clear Sky Sect was forced by Spirit Hall to seal the mountain and go into seclusion, Tang Yuehua had heard and seen the elder faction led by these old men resent and hate her second brother Tang Hao, cursing him behind his back with words harsher each time.
In the end, her second brother had been helpless back then. He did have his faults, but the blame was not his alone. Tracing it to the source, the chief culprit for the sect's seclusion and losses was still Spirit Hall.
Spirit Hall was powerful, and since they could not afford to provoke it, they pinned all the blame on her second brother without distinguishing right from wrong. That was a classic case of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
As his blood sister, she had endured when she lacked strength. Now that she had strength, how could she not vent some anger?
"This"
Tang Bo hesitated.
"Seventh Elder, why don't you go first."
With a wave of her slender hand, Tang Yuehua fixed her gaze on Seventh Elder Tang Lie.
It was not about picking an easy target first, but among those in the sect, the one who had cursed the most viciously was this Seventh Elder.
Of course, Tang Yuehua did not plan to do anything excessive to Tang Lie. She only wanted to teach this arrogant elder a lesson.
If not for the matter of her eldest nephew acknowledging his ancestors, she might not even have had this thought.
After all, it was not as if he cursed for no reason. Back then the white-haired sent off the black-haired. She could understand Seventh Elder's hatred for her second brother. She was doing this solely to back up her nephew.
"Very well. Let this old man witness niece Yuehua's strength."
Tang Lie nodded and stepped forward.
Having been named, he could not back down. Otherwise where would the face of a sect elder go?
"Seventh Elder, Yuehua, go outside the keep so we don't wreck our own courtyard."
At this moment, Tang Xiao spoke.
Earlier Tang Hu and Tang San were only five-ring Spirit Kings and limited in strength, but Seventh Elder Tang Lie was a level 89 Spirit Douluo with solid power. If they really fought, the Clear Sky Sect's residence would not escape being affected.
The residence sat atop the mountain peaks. Repairs would be troublesome. Better to move the battlefield outside.
With a slight nod, Tang Yuehua flicked her skirt sleeve and took the lead toward the area outside the fortress.
"Hurry, hurry, let's grab a good spot."
At once, everyone in the courtyard followed.
Challenging a first-generation elder, and the challenger was Tang Yuehua, once the sect's super deadweight. This was even more exciting than the earlier fights between Tang Hu and Tang San.
Every Clear Sky Sect disciple present could not wait to be a spectator.
Outside the Clear Sky Fortress, on the open ground not far from the cliff, Tang Yuehua in a palace dress and Tang Lie in travel gear stood fifty meters apart.
"Brother-in-law, the Seventh Elder is a level 89 Spirit Douluo. Can Yuehua really beat him?"
Staring at the two in the distance, Tang Xiao asked Chu Chengzhou at his side.
As soon as Tang Xiao spoke, Tang San also looked toward Chu Chengzhou.
Although his aunt had used the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Herb to break through the limitations of her martial soul, as far as he knew, it had only been a few months since she did so.
Even if the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Herb was a peerless immortal herb, it was impossible for his aunt's strength to soar from a level 9 Spirit Scholar to a level 89 Spirit Douluo in just a few months.
"Hehe, don't be too shocked in a moment."
Chu Chengzhou smiled.
Tang San: "."
What Tang San disliked most in life were people who spoke in riddles.
Uh, you say this is my thigh-hugging good uncle?
Forget it. If Uncle says so, he must have his reasons. As the junior, Tang San would just listen.
At this moment, on the field.
"Niece Yuehua, let this old man see your martial soul."
Tang Lie kept his left hand behind his back, spine straight. With a wave of his right hand, black light flashed, and the Clear Sky Hammer manifested. Around him, eight spirit rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black shone as he spoke to Tang Yuehua dozens of meters away.
To be honest, Tang Lie was very curious about Tang Yuehua's Ruyi Ring after it broke its limitation.
When Tang Yuehua first awakened her martial soul, the whole Clear Sky Sect felt pity for her.
There were many martial souls on the continent, but those that came with an innate domain had previously been limited to the Six-Winged Angel passed down by the Angel Clan of Spirit Hall.
Although as a Clear Sky Sect elder his stance should be with his own sect, frankly speaking, the Six-Winged Angel was the strongest martial soul on the continent. Compared to the Clear Sky Hammer passed down by their sect, it was inferior only in raw strength. In other aspects it left the Clear Sky Hammer far behind.
Now that Tang Yuehua's martial soul had broken its limitation, it was foreseeable that the transformed martial soul, even if not on par with the Six-Winged Angel, would at least be extremely powerful and definitely not inferior to the Clear Sky Hammer.
"Seventh Elder, I may disappoint you. My Ruyi Ring is a support-type martial soul. It does not help much in combat."
Tang Yuehua shook her head.
"What? A support-type martial soul?"
Tang Lie's eyes went wide with disbelief and shock.
No bragging. Although he was only a level 89 Spirit Douluo, with the Clear Sky Hammer in hand his strength was not necessarily inferior to some nine-ring assault-type Titled Douluo with weaker spirit rings.
You, a support-type spirit master, where do you get the nerve to challenge me, an old man?
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