Chapter 560: The Entire Clear Sky Sect Relocates, Tang San’s Humiliation

The mountain gate of the Clear Sky Sect was gone.

More than half of the cliff had been sheared flat by the afterimage of that giant Clear Sky Hammer, the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.

Dawn broke, and the slate-gray thunderclouds had completely dispersed.

The early morning sun rose as usual.

The sunlight poured down without reservation, but it only illuminated a ruin that resembled a living Hell.

The number one Sect in the world did not even have a fig leaf left to cover its shame.

Seven of the Main Peak’s front halls had collapsed.

The buildings, once adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, had all turned into a ground full of broken bricks and ruined tiles.

Half of the steel mountain gate, which symbolized the supreme glory of the Clear Sky Sect, was embedded askew in the charred soil.

The wrist-thick mountain-protecting iron chains were broken into three sections.

As the mountain wind swept by, the iron chains clanged against the ruined stone walls.

Clang... Clang...

The harsh metallic clanging echoed through the empty valley.

No one spoke loudly.

Hundreds of Disciples, covered in dirt, crawled around the ruins like headless flies. They were digging people out.

"Over here... someone lend a hand, there is still Qi under here!"

Several Disciples scrambled with hands and feet, their fingernails torn and bleeding as they desperately clawed away the heavy stone slabs.

Someone dragged a blood-stained corner of grey clothing from between the cracks in the bricks.

That Disciple paused, stared at the corner of the clothing for two seconds, then turned his head away and squatted on the ground, retching.

Someone dragged their own brother out from under a broken beam.

The man was covered in blood and had already stopped breathing.

The living one held his brother in his arms, unconsciously calling his name, his hands shaking like withered leaves in the wind, unable to let go.

Cries.

Suppressed screams of agony.

There were even hysterical, low chuckles.

All kinds of sounds mixed together, hovering over the ruins.

The seven Elders sat on the open ground not far away.

These Titled Douluo, who were usually high and mighty, able to decide life and death with a casual word, were now all slumped in the dust.

Seven people, seven stray dogs.

The Second Elder’s old tears fell, mixing with the blood and dirt on his face, splashing onto his ruined lapel.

Looking at the tragic scene around him, his chest felt as if a piece of flesh had been carved out alive, the pain making it difficult even to breathe.

The Sect was destroyed.

A century of foundation, the pride of a generation, all destroyed in that brief half-hour yesterday.

From the direction of the back mountain, the mechanism at the end of the secret passage was pushed open from the inside.

Two figures dressed in black walked out, one after the other.

Tang San walked in front, his boots stepping on the gravel-strewn ground, making soft crunching sounds.

He looked around, his breathing heavy.

Even though he had already heard the commotion outside while in the secret chamber,

seeing this tragic sight with his own eyes still made his heart spasm violently.

Tang Hao followed behind, his single arm hanging by his side.

The father and son were covered in dust from the underground secret chamber, their faces deathly pale.

In this grey, dusty ruin, they looked exactly like two evil ghouls who had just crawled out of Hell.

Tang San’s gaze quickly swept across the crowd.

At a glance, he saw Tang Xiao, who was supported on the shoulders of two Core Disciples.

This Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, a top powerhouse of this era, now hung his head without a shred of dignity.

The front of Tang Xiao’s robe was completely soaked in blood, and dark red blood stains even dripped onto the ground along his trouser legs.

Half of his robe was charred black, a mark of being struck by lightning.

His right arm hung limply by his side, the bones inside obviously completely shattered.

That Clear Sky Hammer of his was tossed carelessly on the ground three paces away, its handle covered in shocking, web-like cracks.

This hammer had nearly cost him his old life.

"Uncle!"

Tang San’s throat tightened, and he ran over quickly, his voice carrying a tremor that even he didn’t notice.

Hearing the voice, Tang Xiao struggled to open his eyelids.

He glanced at Tang San, the depths of his eyes devoid of any light, like a piece of burnt-out ash.

His lips moved, but in the end, he made no sound. He closed his eyes again.

Tang Hao walked over with heavy steps.

He did not call him "Big Brother," nor did he stretch out his remaining left hand to support him.

He just stood there, his gaze scraping over the ruins like a knife before looking up at the clear, cloudless sky, his face completely expressionless.

"Can you still move?"

Tang Hao spoke. His voice was coarse and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against sheet metal.

Tang Xiao did not open his eyes, only nodding slightly.

Immediately after, he shook his head again.

The backlash from consecutive Ring Explosions, coupled with the erosion of the Power of Destruction, left him extremely weak.

A few paces away, the Grand Elder was carried over on a makeshift stretcher by two young Disciples.

One of the old man’s legs was bent backward at an extremely bizarre angle, the stark white bone fragment directly piercing through his trouser leg, exposed to the air.

He looked over a decade older, the vital energy and spirit in his body completely drained.

"The Clear Sky Sect..."

The Grand Elder’s voice was completely hoarse, his words sounding like a broken bellows leaking air.

"...cannot stay here anymore."

He coughed violently, and with every cough, threads of blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.

"That person said when he left... next time he comes, he will personally bring that 100,000-Year Soul Beast to collect the debt."

The Grand Elder gripped the edge of the stretcher tightly, his knuckles turning white, the fear in his eyes impossible to hide.

"If it happens again... it will be total extermination! No one will survive!"

These few sentences were disjointed; the Grand Elder had to stop and gasp for breath after every few words.

But the meaning was understood by everyone around.

Tang Hao turned his head, his gaze falling on Tang Xiao’s paper-pale face.

"What do you say?" Tang Hao asked very directly.

Tang Xiao closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

Five seconds.

A full five seconds of silence.

These five seconds were longer than a lifetime to all the Clear Sky SectDisciples present.

"Withdraw."

Tang Xiao finally spoke.

When he spat out this word, his body suddenly hunched over, as if a piece of red-hot charcoal had been gouged out of his chest, burning his internal organs until they bled.

"We withdraw completely."

"Take everything we can carry, and burn what we cannot."

Tang Xiao forced his eyes open and looked around, the depths of his eyes filled with the humiliation of being crushed by reality.

"The Clear Sky Sect sealing the mountain for a hundred years? No..."

"We leave directly, depart from this mountain range, and not a single living soul shall remain."

The dozen or so Core Disciples around who were fortunate enough to escape serious injury were all stunned.

They looked at the Sect Master, their eyes filled with extreme confusion and unwillingness.

"Sect Master... what about the Ancestral Hall?"

A slightly older Disciple asked with a trembling voice, "The tablets of our ancestors of past generations are still behind the Main Peak, and those foundation stones that cannot be taken away..."

"Lives are more important than the Ancestral Hall."

Tang Xiao interrupted him mercilessly.

He closed his eyes again, locking all his weakness and pain beneath his eyelids.

"If everyone is dead, what use are ancestral tablets?"

"If the ancestors of past generations wish to blame someone, let them blame my, Tang Xiao’s, incompetence for failing to protect the ancestral foundation."

These words were like a heavy hammer, completely shattering everyone’s backbone.

The number one Sect in the world had become stray dogs fleeing in all directions.

Tang San stood to the side.

His chest heaved violently, his hands hanging at his sides with his fingers curled tightly inward.

The sharp pain of his fingernails digging into his flesh barely allowed him to maintain his last shred of sanity.

Humiliation.

Never before had he felt such a suffocating sense of grievance, one that made even his soul tremble.

(End of Chapter)

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