"Clear Sky Clan…"
Li Zhexian uttered the three words coldly.
Below, the entire city looked up at the sky.
Seeing the confrontation on the verge of exploding, countless people gasped sharply.
"That's… the Clear Sky Clan?! They actually came!"
"Lord Sword Wine killed their Seventh Elder—this won't end peacefully!"
"Hiss… five Titled Douluo at once. Truly worthy of being called the number one sect!"
"What 'number one'? They already lost their title as one of the Upper Three Sects!"
"You can't underestimate the Clear Sky Clan's foundations!"
Yu Tianheng, Feng Xiaotian, and the others all carried heavy expressions.
Even though they had absolute confidence in Li Zhexian—
Their opponents this time were five Title Douluo from the Clear Sky Clan!
"Li Zhexian…"
Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face paled, her slender hands tightening unconsciously.
Her heart burned with anxiety—yet she couldn't intervene in a confrontation of this level.
If only I had the kind of power Xue'er has…
For the first time in her life, Zhu Zhuqing longed desperately for power.
Emperor Xue Ye frowned deeply and said sternly: "The Seven Sects Re-Selection was decided by the rules!"
"The Clear Sky Clan lost—so be it. Do they intend to start a war with the entire continent?!"
Ning Fengzhi looked toward the sky, his tone grave:
"Even so… the Clear Sky Clan suffered severe losses in the Re-Selection."
"They wanted to restore their prestige, yet they were utterly defeated by Zhexian, even losing one elder."
"Today will not end peacefully."
...
"Li Zhe—" Tang Xiao didn't finish his words—
His pupils suddenly contracted.
Dozens of meters away, the white-robed youth had already raised his sword.
CLANG—!
A streak of glazed sword qi crossed the sky in an instant—
Slashing straight toward him.
The sharpness of this strike—
Even he dared not underestimate.
Muscles coiled around Tang Xiao's arms as the Clear Sky Hammer roared forth.
Ping—!
A crisp shattering sound, like glass breaking—
The sword qi burst into thousands of fine threads.
Tang Xiao thought the attack had ended.
He was about to pull his hammer back—
When his expression changed abruptly.
The fragmented sword threads gathered again, like a dense rain of needles.
"Hmph!"
He swung his hammer again, releasing a surge of force, scattering almost all of the sword needles.
But one thread still sliced across his cheek, leaving a thin, bloody mark.
"Sect Master?!"
The four elders cried out in shock.
Tang Xiao wiped the blood with his fingers, his hard face darkening with cold sharpness.
Li Zhexian's expression did not change.
He traced a clean, bright sword-flower in the air and said calmly:
"You struck me with a hammer.
I returned a sword.
That is fair."
"Now then—
you may explain why the Clear Sky Clan is here."
Tang Xiao raised a hand, stopping the four elders who wanted to step forward.
He said slowly:
"The Clear Sky Clan does not bother with excuses.
So I will speak directly."
"Li Zhexian.
You killed an elder of my sect.
What explanation will you give?"
Chen Xin stared at him and said coldly:
"He died because he was inferior.
What explanation do you want?"
Dugu Bo's words dripped with venom:
"The Clear Sky Clan has lost more than one elder to the Spirit Hall's Worship Hall."
"Funny—
I never saw you storm Spirit Hall to demand an explanation."
"Instead you hid in the mountains for decades."
Fifth Elder Tang Gang pointed furiously at him:
"Dugu Bo! Who allowed you to speak?!"
"Tang Gang, your voice is a bit too loud toward this old man." The moment Dugu Bo's words fell—
The sky abruptly darkened.
Blue-red poison mist flooded above Heaven Dou City.
Within the mist, the vast silhouette of the thousand-meter Ten-Headed Serpent Emperor writhed and twisted.
One serpent head burst through the mist—
lifting Dugu Bo high into the air.
He stood atop the serpent's crown, blue-red robes billowing violently.
His hoarse, domineering voice shook the entire battlefield: "Tang Gang, step forward."
"If I cannot kill you in ten moves—
I will end my own life on the spot."
"You—!" Tang Gang's face turned ashen.
He had personally entered the secret realm—
So he had not seen Dugu Bo summon the Serpent Emperor
and force Pope Bibi Dong to retreat.
He thought Dugu Bo was still the weakest Title Douluo.
But now—
Feeling that overwhelming pressure—
He couldn't even open his mouth to respond.
Tang Xiao strode forward, standing before Tang Gang.
His voice, threadlike yet sharp, passed to the other elders:
"How has this old poison become this strong?!"
Tang Gang gritted his teeth and whispered:
"I fear this old monster has already stepped into the realm of Super Douluo.
He must have obtained some heaven-defying opportunity."
Tang Xiao's expression darkened even further.
His gaze swept across Li Zhexian, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Yu Yuanzhen, and Dugu Bo one by one.
"Five Titled Douluo…"
"At most, I can block two…"
Li Zhexian noticed every subtle movement of Tang Xiao's expression.
At that moment, he suddenly smiled and said aloud:
"Senior Snow Empress, would you honor us with your presence?"
In the spectator seats, the Snow Empress sat motionless, her icy features sculpted like frozen jade.
Suddenly—
Her graceful figure dissolved into drifting snowflakes, vanishing without a trace.
Li Zhexian had extended the fate of the Extreme North for her—
a kindness of monumental weight.
To bolster his momentum—
she had no reason to refuse.
Tang Xiao and the elders frowned.
They had never heard of a Titled Douluo called "Snow Empress."
And then—
Snow began to fall from the heavens.
Within a few breaths, the world turned white.
Under Tang Xiao's shocked gaze, a hazy feminine silhouette, cradling a small beast in her arms, formed beside Li Zhexian.
A colossal, overwhelming aura swept across the sky,
snow swirling around her like the descent of a goddess.
"Snow Empress…"
Tang Xiao's expression reached peak severity.
He sensed instantly—
she was not human.
And that unfathomable pressure made even him feel a chill from his soul.
"Li Zhexian can actually summon a mysterious Spirit Beast from the Extreme North…"
Tang Xiao's knuckles turned pale with tension.
From the moment the Snow Empress appeared—
the situation had reversed completely.
The Clear Sky Clan was now at a total disadvantage.
"No—!"
"There is still one more!"
Second Elder Tang Yue suddenly stiffened.
He remembered—
during the Seven Sects Re-Selection, that new Titled Douluo from the Wind Sword Sect…
At that moment—
An elderly laugh drifted through the snowstorm.
A gray-robed elder with eyes covered in black silk appeared briefly within the snow—
Then vanished again.
"Seven Titled Douluo!"
"Isn't this no different from facing the Worship Hall?!"
Tang Xiao and the four elders turned so pale their faces seemed ready to drip ink.
Li Zhexian stepped forward.
The Qinglian Sword in his hand shimmered with a piercing, icy brilliance.
"Sect Master Tang Xiao."
"Now I will ask you—"
"What explanation do you want?"
Li Zhexian's arrogance was displayed without restraint.
The muscles along Tang Xiao's jaw tightened, bulging several times—
yet he could not force out even a single word.
Seven Titled Douluo!
Their side was completely crushed!
Unless Ancestor Tang Chen returned…
or Tang Hao appeared…
But both—
were impossible now.
Li Zhexian watched Tang Xiao's silence.
He sent a Spirit Power transmission to Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and the others.
"Well?"
Dugu Bo's tone carried chilling killing intent:
"Today's a good day to kill them all!"
"Not wise." Yu Yuanzhen said gravely:
"If more than a dozen Titlde Douluo fight, Heaven Dou City will be reduced to ruins."
Li Zhexian nodded slightly.
"And if the five Clear Sky Titled Douluos realize they face certain death and counterattack with everything—
We will suffer casualties as well."
He paused—
Then added:
"The Spirit Hall is watching from the shadows."
"If we fight the Clear Sky Clan to the death today…
We only hand the advantage to Spirit Hall."
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