Chapter 108 – 125. The Grand Worshipper's Oath
"Oh, that's right," Guang Ling Douluo said, tapping his temple as if he'd just remembered, his tone filled with mock remorse. "I almost forgot the agreement our elder brother made with Tang Chen back then. Getting old—one tends to forget." He glanced at the two beside him. "Old Six, Old Seven, remind me again—what was that pact about?"
Jiang Mo replied, "If I recall correctly, it was that after our eldest brother, no one from the Spirit Hall was allowed to cross this cliff."
"Ah, what a shame," Guang Ling sighed dramatically. "I had hoped to wipe out these rats in one go."
A disciple of the Clear Sky Sect called out, "Spirit Hall stands as the holy sanctuary of soul masters because of its reputation for honor! Surely you wouldn't want the world to see that Spirit Hall breaks its word?"
Before the man had even finished speaking, an arrow whistled through the air, piercing his chest and killing him instantly.
"What an annoying rat," Guang Ling said impatiently.
With yet another Clear Sky disciple falling, Tang Xiao's face turned red with fury. "You… you've broken the Grand Worshipper's oath!" he shouted.
"Have I?" Guang Ling asked, turning casually toward his subordinates. "Tell me, have I crossed that cliff?"
"No, not at all," a Spirit Hall Contra said obsequiously. "The Grand Worshipper's oath stated that none of our people may cross the cliff—it didn't say anything about arrows not being allowed to fly over it."
"You see?" Guang Ling said, smirking at Tang Xiao. "Have I broken the oath, then?"
The faces of Tang Xiao and Tang Lie turned pale. If the promise could be twisted like that, it meant that with Guang Ling's range, not even their ancestral refuge was safe. Every corner of the Clear Sky Sect's territory was still within his reach. Unless they built an underground fortress and hid there for life—like rats in an actual hole—none of them would ever be safe.
But anyone who tried to run for cover was immediately shot down. One by one, those who moved fell to Guang Ling's deadly precision. He was teaching them—through death—that in front of him, escape was impossible.
Sweat drenched the Clear Sky disciples.
Then Qian Jun stepped forward and addressed everyone calmly. "I have an announcement to make," he said.
"Brother, please, go on," Jiang Mo replied.
"I've thought long and hard about this," Qian Jun said. "And I've made a difficult choice. I've decided to leave Spirit Hall and live as a free soul master."
"Oh, what a pity," Guang Ling said mockingly. "Spirit Hall is losing one of its great Super Douluo."
"Brother, don't you want to reconsider?" Jiang Mo asked in feigned concern.
"No need," Qian Jun said. "Living as a free soul master has always been my ideal. My decision is final."
Tang Lie and Tang Xiao glanced at each other, bewildered. "What are they doing?" Tang Lie asked, confused.
Within a moment, realization flashed through Tang Xiao's mind. His expression changed drastically. "No! If Qian Jun leaves Spirit Hall, then he's no longer bound by the Grand Worshipper's oath!"
No sooner had he spoken than Qian Jun leapt across the chasm, landing on the Clear Sky Sect's side. He grinned coldly. "You're exactly right. I'm no longer with Spirit Hall—so the oath no longer applies to me."
The disciples on the cliff's edge froze. They were now face to face with a Level 97 Super Douluo. Sweat poured down their backs like rain.
"You—you're shameless!" Tang Xiao stammered.
Before he could finish, Qian Jun slapped him with overwhelming force, sending him spinning through the air before slamming into the ground.
"Spirit Hall?" Qian Jun sneered. "What Spirit Hall? I left it behind. I'm a free man now."
Now even the most naive among the Clear Sky Sect realized the truth—the oath meant nothing. Guang Ling's arrows freely crossed the cliff. Qian Jun could 'resign' whenever he wished and rejoin later. There was no protection left for them.
Tang Lie's voice trembled with rage. "Are you truly going to commit such slaughter?"
Seeing no way out, the Clear Sky disciples summoned their hammers, ready to fight to the death.
"So what if I wipe out the lot of you?" Qian Jun said disdainfully. "However, I'm not needlessly cruel. Complete my request, and I might let you live."
"What… what request?" Tang Lie asked quickly, hope flickering in his voice.
Qian Jun strode toward the grand stone plaque that marked the Clear Sky Sect's ancestral hall. Three bold characters were carved upon it—Clear Sky Sect.
Beside it, the couplet read:
Majestic Clear Sky Sect, peerless Battlehammer Spirit.
Qian Jun stroked his chin. "A fine inscription indeed. But there's one little problem."
"What problem?" Tang Xiao forced himself to ask.
"You lot aren't worthy of it," Qian Jun said flatly.
Every disciple's eyes went crimson at once. Fury boiled beneath their restrained fear.
"Want to fight me?" Qian Jun sneered, releasing an oppressive wave of soul power that crushed them down like ants. Under that suffocating pressure, none dared move.
He leapt high into the air, his Dragon-Subduing Staff blazing with power, and brought it smashing down on the stone plaque. The great monument of the Clear Sky Sect shattered into rubble before their eyes.
Tang Xiao, Tang Lie, and every disciple clenched their fists until their nails drew blood, their eyes burning with helpless hatred as they watched their sacred symbol destroyed.
"Old Six—catch!" Guang Ling called from across the cliff, channeling his power and flinging a massive new stone plaque over.
Qian Jun caught it easily and placed it where the original had stood.
When the disciples looked up, the blood in their veins boiled with fury. On that plaque were three new characters: Rat's Den.
"Damn it! Fight them! The Clear Sky Sect can't be humiliated like this!" one of the bolder 'rats' shouted, raising his hammer and charging. But before he could even get close, Guang Ling's arrow pierced him clean through, ending his life instantly.
"Any other rats ready to die?" Guang Ling asked casually, spinning a miniature arrow in his hand. "I'll send each of you off personally."
Jiang Mo's voice rang out across the cliff. "Remember this well—you rats brought this upon yourselves. It was your people who killed our Pope first. Leaving you alive here is the greatest mercy Spirit Hall will show."
Those words made the remaining disciples fall silent—and reminded them who had started this all.
Tang Hao.
They hated Spirit Hall, yes—but their hatred for Tang Hao burned a thousand times deeper.
Qian Jun landed among them, pointing to the plaque. "From now on, this place will be known as Rat's Den. You filthy lot will remember this—every year, I will leave Spirit Hall and come check on you. If I find that you've changed the name, I'll personally slaughter every last one of you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Clear," came the weak, trembling replies.
"Louder," Qian Jun barked.
"CLEAR!" the disciples shouted in unison.
"Hahaha! Good. At least you know your place." Qian Jun laughed coldly.
(END CHAPTER)
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