Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Tang Ziyi and Tang Yuran exchanged a glance, a hint of doubt and resentment flashing in their eyes. Tang Ziyi hesitated for a moment, then cautiously replied, "Sect Master, we know Leosley is very strong, but Tang San has already become a god, we..."

Tang Ziyi's voice gradually lowered, as if he himself realized the lack of confidence in his words. The air in the hall seemed to freeze, the heavy pressure making everyone feel breathless. Tang Chen's gaze remained calm, but a barely perceptible hint of mockery flashed deep in his eyes.

Seeing that Tang Ziyi had stopped speaking, Tang Yuran quickly added, "Sect Master, we don't want you to take action personally, but... perhaps we can send someone to observe and offer Tang San some symbolic support. In this way, no matter what the outcome, the Clear Sky Sect will not be in a passive position."

After a long silence, Tang Chen's lips curled into a contemptuous smile: "Do you think Tang San is a fool?" His words struck like a heavy hammer in everyone's hearts.

Tang Yuran was stunned upon hearing this, and Tang Ziyi's lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a word.

Yeah, aren't they overthinking it?

He's a god.

What's the point of mortals like them helping gods?
Even if it's just icing on the cake, people might not even appreciate it.

"Sect Master..." Tang Ziyi hesitated, as if he wanted to say something more.

Tang Chen waved his hand, interrupting him. His gaze swept over everyone in the hall, his tone calm yet cold: "The Haotian Sect's stance will not change."

"Now that Tang San has become a god, what impact will it have on us even if he loses? If he really wins, will he come looking for us?"

Tang Chen has been through so many years in the Killing City, and even now, as a newcomer, his understanding and control of human nature far surpasses that of others.

Tang Ziyi and Tang Yuran both fell silent. They knew that Tang Chen had already made his decision, and it would be meaningless for them to say anything more.

That's Tang Chen for you; once he's made up his mind, he won't easily change it.

"Step down," Tang Chen said lightly, his tone carrying a hint of weariness.

Tang Ziyi and Tang Yuran dared not say anything more, bowed slightly, and then turned and left the main hall.

"Is the sect leader really not going to make a move?"

"Can we change the old sect leader's decision?"

"And Sixth Brother, have you noticed? It seems like the old sect leader knew Tang San was bound to lose. Is that duke really that strong?"

Having never seen Leosley make a move, Tang Yuran naturally didn't believe he could defeat a god.

"What? You intend to disobey the old sect leader's orders?"

Tang Ziyi frowned, his tone slightly displeased, seemingly quite dissatisfied with Tang Yuran's questioning.

"No, I didn't mean that. I just..." Tang Yuran hurriedly explained, but paused halfway through, as if thinking about how to continue.

Tang Ziyi's gaze lingered on Tang Yuran for a moment before shifting away, and he said calmly, "Since the sect leader has made a decision, we will follow it."

Tang Yuran wanted to say something, but ultimately held back. He sighed softly, a hint of resentment and confusion flashing in his eyes.

"Forget it, I hope Tang San won't forget the Clear Sky Sect when the time comes."

After saying this, Tang Yuran walked out of the main hall, his back view showing a hint of loneliness. Tang Ziyi followed behind him, his steps heavy, his expression uncertain. The two walked in silence through the long corridor and onto the stone steps leading to the outside of the sect. In the sky, dark clouds covered the ground, and a cold wind swirled up the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound, as if foreshadowing the impending storm.

Tang Yuran stopped, looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and murmured, "Perhaps we were all wrong, and maybe the sect leader is right."

Tang Ziyi walked to his side, put his hands behind his back, looked into the distance, and said calmly, "Things have come to this point, there's no point in saying more. We can only wait and see."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar, and a disciple of the Haotian Sect rushed over, his face showing anxiety.

He ran up to the two elders, panting heavily, and said, "Elders, something terrible has happened! Scouts report that the battle at Jialing Pass is extremely fierce, and it seems that Lord Tang is... seems to be losing ground!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Yuran's expression changed, and he hurriedly asked, "What exactly happened? Tell me quickly!"

The disciple swallowed hard and said quickly, "I heard that Duke Leosley's strength far exceeds expectations, and he completely suppressed Tang San's offensive. Moreover... Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall is also waiting for an opportunity to strike, so the situation is very unfavorable!"

After listening, Tang Ziyi frowned, turned to look at Tang Yuran, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that the sect leader had foreseen this. It's probably no use if we rush over now."

Tang Yuran gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his knuckles cracked, clearly indicating that he was struggling internally.

Tang Yuran's shoulders stiffened slightly, then relaxed. He exhaled deeply, the anxiety in his eyes subsiding somewhat.

"You're right, I acted impulsively."

Their eyes met again, and they could both see the complex emotions in each other's eyes. Tang Ziyi withdrew his hand, turned to face the disciple who had come to deliver the message, and said in a calm and firm tone: "Pass down the order: the entire sect is on alert, and no one is allowed to leave the sect without permission."

The disciple nodded respectfully in acceptance and quickly turned to leave.

Tang Chen naturally received this message as well.

He stood on the highest observation platform of the Haotian Sect, the biting wind whipping his long, gray beard and causing his robes to flutter. In the distance, a faint crimson light could be seen on the horizon—the aura of battle emanating from the direction of Jialing Pass. A heavy, chilling atmosphere permeated the air, as if even the heavens and earth trembled in the face of this great battle.

Tang Chen's hand rested on the cold stone railing, his fingertips clenching slightly. His gaze was deep and unfathomable, yet utterly calm, as if everything was within his expectations.

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An aged voice broke the brief silence from behind. Tang Chen didn't turn around, but simply responded, "Speak."

The newcomer was none other than Tang Yuanheng, the Grand Elder of the Haotian Sect. He walked steadily to Tang Chen's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, his gaze also fixed on the red light in the distance, his expression solemn.

"The battle at Jialing Pass has reached a fever pitch. Although Tang San has become a god, he doesn't seem to have the upper hand." Tang Fangrui paused, a hint of probing in his voice, "Should we... really just sit idly by?"

Tang Chen remained silent, his expression calm, as if he had already seen through everything.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice low and cold: "Do you think our intervention can change anything?"

Tang Yuanheng was taken aback, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The sect leader is right. But that is, after all, Tang San, a member of our Clear Sky Sect. If he loses..."

"So what if he lost?" Tang Chen interrupted him, his tone completely unwavering. "He and the Haotian Sect are estranged. What does his life or death have to do with us?"

"Besides, without Tang San, perhaps our Clear Sky Sect can develop even better!" (End of Chapter)