Chapter 309: I'd Rather Surrender to the Spirit Hall!
Before the spear tip even arrived, the incomparably sharp spear intent, seemingly capable of piercing everything, had already completely shattered and emptied the air around Tang Hao, creating a vacuum-like death domain!
The chilling killing intent was almost tangible, causing the temperature in the hall to plummet!
This spear strike was unrestrained, swift as a startled bird, ruthless as a poisonous dragon, entirely aimed at killing with a single blow! It condensed Yang Wudi's full power as a peak Soul Douluo, along with the Soul-Breaking Spear's ability to ignore defense; its power was enough to make even ordinary Title Douluos pale!
"Old Goat! Stop!"
Seeing this, Titan's eyes widened in fury, wanting to stop it, but it was already too late.
The dark tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear, carrying a bone-chilling killing intent and a penetrating force capable of tearing through everything, was less than three feet from Tang Hao's brow!
The sharp spear light had even touched his skin, bringing a chilling sting.
However, at this critical moment...
"Buzz—!"
A terrifying pressure, as heavy as a mountain and as vast as the sea,
erupted from Tang Hao's body without warning!
Nine dazzling rays of light swirled and rose from beneath his feet, like nine stars lighting up in succession!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!
A Title Douluo! And a Title Douluo with a 100,000-year soul ring!
The next second, the immense pressure belonging to Haotian Douluo, like a tangible giant wave, instantly filled the entire hall! Instantly, the tables and chairs trembled slightly, and the air hummed under the immense pressure!
Yang Wudi, who was directly bearing this pressure, was the first to be affected!
He felt as if the Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand had suddenly pierced into an invisible yet indestructible ten-thousand-year-old black iron, and the tip of the spear felt an irresistible force and a sense of stagnation!
"Swoosh—!"
Immediately afterwards, an extremely sharp friction sound rang out!
The indestructible tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear was actually blocked by this terrifying soul power, stopping just an inch in front of Tang Hao's brow. It trembled violently but could not advance any further!
No matter how Yang Wudi roared or how he urged his soul power, the dark spear shaft seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, remaining completely still!
Nine rings against eight rings, a Title Douluo against a peak Soul Douluo—this was already an insurmountable chasm, not to mention that Tang Hao's foundation was far beyond that of an ordinary Title Douluo!
At this moment, Yang Wudi's face instantly turned ashen, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyes, besides anger, showed even more humiliation and helplessness.
A moment later, Yang Wudi abruptly withdrew his Soul-Breaking Spear, the tip drawing sparks on the ground. He no longer looked at Tang Hao, but instead fixed his blood-red, fiery gaze on the embarrassed Niu Gao beside him, roaring,
"Niu Gao!! You old bastard!! Why is he here?!"
"Have you forgotten how many of our Breaking Clan died back then?! Forgot that we were driven out of the Haotian Sect like stray dogs?! Huh?!"
Faced with Yang Wudi's volcanic-like questioning, Niu Gao's red face turned purple. He lowered his head, not daring to meet his old brother's gaze, and mumbled an explanation:
"Old... Old Goat, listen to me... It wasn't me who brought him here... It was, it was Old Gorilla... Titan who brought him here... I, I didn't know he would come here..."
This explanation was weak and unconvincing, instantly shifting the blame to Titan.
"Titan!!!" Yang Wudi's rage instantly found a new outlet. He turned around abruptly, his Soul-Breaking Spear almost piercing Titan's nose, and roared with spittle flying:
"Old gorilla! Have you fucking screwed your head in a door?! Or has your Strength Clan become spineless all these years and wants to go back to being the dogs of the Clear Sky Sect?! What are you doing bringing this jinx here?! Don't you think he harmed us enough back then?!"
He became angrier and angrier as he spoke, his chest heaving violently. He unleashed all the pent-up pain of decades onto Titan.
"My Broken Clan, how much effort did we put into refining medicine for your Clear Sky Sect back then? And what was the end result?! A single order to seal the sect's mountain, and we were thrown out like trash to shield ourselves! My uncles, my brothers, and so many outstanding disciples all died in the Spirit Hall's siege! How can I forget this blood debt?! How can I let it go?! And
now you're bringing this culprit, this root of the calamity that caused such a catastrophe, to make me return to the sect?! Titan, I think you've been blinded by greed!!"
Titan's face turned pale and then red, his massive fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he couldn't refute the bloody facts. He could only steel himself, meeting Yang Wudi's murderous gaze, and say with difficulty:
"Old Goat! You're right! It's me, Titan, who wronged my brothers!"
"What happened back then is a pain that will forever remain in our hearts! But… but our master was forced into a corner back then! Now he's back, wanting to make amends, wanting to lead us to avenge this blood debt against the Spirit Hall! Are past grievances more important than the future survival of our four clans, or revenge against the Spirit Hall?!"
He tried to use shared hatred to dissolve the hostility before him.
"Old Goat, look at the situation now! The Spirit Hall is becoming increasingly rampant, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan are finished! Who will be next?"
"Can any one of our four single-attribute clans withstand the Spirit Hall? Only by reuniting around the Clear Sky Sect do we have any hope!"
"Bullshit!" Hearing this, Yang Wudi interrupted sharply:
"Don't try to intimidate me with the Spirit Hall! Without the Clear Sky Sect, without Tang Hao, my Breaking Clan could still survive in the cracks until now! You want me to go back?" "Unless I die, or..."
He suddenly pointed the Soul-Breaking Spear at Tang Hao again, his blood-red eyes burning with furious flames.
"Unless he abandons his defenses and can withstand my desperate attack without dying!"
"I will use his life to atone for the blood my Breaking Clan has shed over the years!"
"Titan, let me tell you, even if one day I, Yang Wudi, am truly desperate and need a backer, I would rather seek refuge with the Spirit Hall! At least, the Spirit Hall was an open enemy back then! Unlike some sects that call each other brothers in ordinary times, but when disaster strikes, they push their brothers out to their deaths, and afterwards try to pretend nothing happened and come back demanding unity!"
"I, Yang Wudi, disdain to associate with such sects!"
The words "join the Spirit Hall" struck Tang Hao like a thunderbolt!
Tang Hao, who had remained silent and allowed Yang Wudi to vent his anger, suddenly unleashed a chilling killing intent in his deep eyes!
"Insolence!"
A thunderous roar suddenly echoed through the hall!
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