Chapter 312: Another Shot? Tang Chuan is Here Too?
Meanwhile, in Dragon Rising City, at the residence of the Yu Clan.
Outside the residence, the atmosphere was as heavy as lead.
On the tall steps of the gatehouse, Tang Hao sat alone like a weathered rock, his eyes closed, his face serene, seemingly one with the cold stone steps beneath him. His tall frame was slightly hunched, yet he possessed an aura of profound and unyielding strength.
The massive Clear Sky Hammer rested casually beside him, its dark head gleaming coldly in the dim light.
Tang Hao's mere presence was like a silent yet insurmountable barrier, isolating the residence from the clamor of the outside world, and silently exerting its final pressure.
Passersby detoured around him, their gazes filled with awe and curiosity.
This legendary Clear Sky Douluo.
Just by sitting here, he had already imbued the entire street with an invisible heaviness.
Inside the mansion, in the spacious yet now incredibly cramped council hall, the atmosphere grew increasingly intense, like a volcano about to erupt.
The patriarchs of the four single-attribute clans were gathered, but the scene was far from the harmonious reunion of old friends.
Titan, his face flushed, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, roared, "Old Goat! Old Rhinoceros! And Old White Bird! What are you still hesitating about?!"
"You've seen the master's strength! The Clear Sky Sect has now reopened its gates and formed an alliance with the Heaven Dou Empire. This is the perfect opportunity to restore our prestige and avenge our humiliation!"
"Our four clans were once united as one. Are we just going to watch this opportunity slip away, continue fighting our own battles, and wait to be defeated one by one by Spirit Hall?!"
Upon hearing this, Bai He nodded slightly. He was relatively calm, but a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He said seriously, "What the old gorilla said is not without reason. Over the years, although our four clans have barely managed to stand, we have always been weak and powerless, making it difficult to develop. The Clear Sky Sect is ultimately our root. Tang Hao... his personal visit has demonstrated his sincerity and strength. If we can return to the sect and use its power to strengthen ourselves and fight against Spirit Hall, it is indeed a bright path. Moreover, blood ties and old friendships are hard to forget."
After speaking, he looked at Yang Wudi, who had been silent all along, and his tone was persuasive.
Niu Gao of the Yu Clan sat in the main seat, his expression the most complicated and conflicted.
"Hey! Stop arguing! Old Goat, say something! White Crane and Old Gorilla both want to go back, I... I, Old Ox, will listen to you! Whatever you say, we'll do!"
He immediately passed the buck to the patriarch of the Broken Clan, the most stubborn and crucial member of the four clans.
Yang Wudi, sitting upright in his chair, his back ramrod straight, merely snorted disdainfully, saying,
"Return? Regain our prestige?"
"Titan, White Crane, I see you've forgotten the pain of your past wounds! Or were you intimidated by Tang Hao's empty words and brute force?"
He abruptly stood up, his gaze sharp as a blade, sweeping over the three present.
"Haven't we, the Po Clan, had enough of being dogs for the Clear Sky Sect?!"
"They come when called and leave when dismissed! They're brothers when useful, but expendable when in trouble! That's the kindness the Clear Sky Sect has shown us!"
As he spoke, he suddenly stepped forward, raised his hand and pointed outside, as if he could see through the wall to the seated figure, his voice extremely suppressed.
"Tang Hao is strong! He's the Clear Sky Douluo! But does his strength erase the blood shed by our Po Clan back then? Does it bring back my uncles and brothers who died at the hands of Spirit Hall?!"
"He now represents the Clear Sky Sect? Does representing the Clear Sky Sect give him the right to summon us at will, to intimidate us with force if we don't comply, or even threaten to exterminate our clan?!"
"I, Yang Wudi, do not recognize such a sect, such a person! My Po Clan would rather survive in the cracks, rather die standing, than go back to living on our knees! We will never again be their dogs, ready to be discarded at any time!"
"If you want to go back to being dogs, go yourselves!"
"My Po Clan will never! Return!"
The last four words he practically roared out, his voice resolute and leaving no room for negotiation.
Just then,
the heavy hall door creaked open, slowly pushed open by a large hand.
Cold light streamed in, slanting across the threshold and outlining a towering figure.
Tang Hao, having ended his meditation sometime earlier, strode across the threshold with heavy steps, entering the hall filled with the tension of battle.
He didn't look at the four arguing men, but walked straight to the center of the hall, his deep eyes slowly sweeping over Titan, Bai He, and Niu Gao.
Finally, his gaze settled on Yang Wudi, whose body was tense and whose eyes were icy.
At that moment, the arguing within the hall ceased abruptly, as if choked.
All eyes were fixed on the uninvited Clear Sky Douluo, who exuded supreme authority; the air seemed to freeze instantly, heavier than outside the door.
Tang Hao's gaze remained calm and unwavering. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly spoke,
"Have you reached an agreement?"
"I won't make things difficult for you."
"Those willing to return to the Clear Sky Sect and fight alongside me against Spirit Hall..."
He slightly shifted his position, making way for the person beside him, his gaze fixed on that spot as if it were a dividing line.
"Now, stand here."
These words were like ice water thrown into boiling oil,
instantly igniting Yang Wudi's already suppressed rage!
"Tang Hao—!!!"
A heart-wrenching roar erupted from the depths of Yang Wudi's throat!
His eyes instantly turned bloodshot. The humiliation of being forced back, the image of his clansmen's tragic deaths, and all the resentment and bitterness accumulated over the past decade, all erupted like a volcano!
What about weighing the pros and cons! What about the bigger picture and the future!
At this moment, only the most primal, direct rage and killing intent remained in Yang Wudi's heart!
"Tang Hao, you still have the nerve to say you're not making things difficult?! You still have the nerve to ask us to stand in your way?! I'll stand with your ancestors!!" With this furious shout, an even more powerful and resolute surge of soul power erupted from Yang Wudi's body!
"Soul-Shattering Spear!"
The dark Soul-Shattering Spear instantly appeared in Yang Wudi's hand, its shaft humming, its eight soul rings shining brightly, especially the black eighth soul ring, which exuded a chilling killing intent!
Without any warning, without the slightest hesitation!
The next second, Yang Wudi merged with the spear, transforming into a black lightning bolt tearing through the air, carrying a desperate, all-or-nothing aura, concentrating all his cultivation and hatred into this single spear thrust, then fiercely stabbing towards Tang Hao's heart!
This spear thrust was even more ferocious and ruthless than the previous surprise attack! It was a fight to the death, a fight to the death!
Where the spear tip passed, the air was torn apart with a sharp, explosive sound. The fierce spear intent even caused fine cracks to appear on one side of the hall wall!
He wanted to show this arrogant Tang Hao, who looked down on them like dirt, just how tough the bones of the Breaking Clan truly were! Even in death, he would splatter Tang Hao with blood!
Just then, high in the sky above Dragon Rising City, a crimson streak of light was sweeping across the clouds at an astonishing speed, its trajectory passing precisely over this important northern city.
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