Chapter 347: People of My Soul Hall, Are They Also Someone You Old Scoundrels Can...
At this moment, the surrounding air felt so heavy it seemed as if it could drip water.
"Everyone! Wait, don't move yet!"
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi also endured the weakness of his depleted Soul Power and the anxiety in his heart, stepping forward quickly to block the middle ground where the two sides' Auras clashed. His Face was pale, but his voice strove to maintain the steadiness and sincerity of a Sect Master as he said:
"At this time of national crisis, with His Majesty newly deceased and Spirit Hall harboring ill intent and watching like a hawk, we should be united against our common enemy and resist foreign aggression together!"
"We must not kill each other over a temporary fit of pique and deplete the strength needed to contend with Spirit Hall!"
"Clan Head Yang and the Seventh Elder had a fair duel. Now that the winner has been decided, there is naturally a public consensus. I ask everyone to prioritize the overall situation of the Empire and the great cause of opposing Spirit Hall, and for now, lay down your arms! All the rights and wrongs can be discussed later once the situation has stabilized?!"
At the same time, Prince Xue Xing, supported by Marshal Ge Long, staggered forward. His Face still bore the grief and panic of losing his brother, and he said solemnly:
"School Master Ning is absolutely right! My Imperial Brother just... just met his end at the hands of Spirit Hall. The Empire's Foundation is shaken, and the people are in a state of panic! At this moment, we need all you powerful masters to work together with one heart to stabilize the situation and support the Imperial Family! If you continue to fight to the death here, the Empire... the Empire will truly be finished! For the sake of the late Emperor and for the sake of the Empire, please let your thunderous fury subside for a moment!"
Two figures of great importance in the Heaven Dou Empire had stepped forward to mediate. Their words were weighty, and their reasons were sound.
In ordinary times, this might have had some effect.
However, at this moment, the four Elders of the Clear Sky Sect, especially the leading Second Elder, only saw Yang Wudi as a traitor who had severely injured Tang Xiao and publicly defeated and humiliated the Seventh Elder.
The Sect's Face had been dragged through the mud, and the Elders' dignity had been damaged.
If such a great humiliation was not washed away with blood, how could the Clear Sky Sect maintain its standing?
Furthermore, the combat power Yang Wudi had just displayed, especially that terrifying spirit ring fusion strike, had already made them wary. If this person was not eliminated, he would surely become a major threat in the future!
"School Master Ning, Prince Xue Xing, this is a matter of our Clear Sky Sect cleaning its own house and has nothing to do with the Empire's overall situation. Please do not meddle in others' business!"
The Second Elder's voice was icy as he unceremoniously interrupted their persuasion, saying coldly.
"Yang Wudi has committed insubordination, betrayed the Sect, and harmed his master—his crime is punishable by death! If we let this scoundrel go today because of your words about the 'overall situation,' where would the Clear Sky Sect's dignity be? What use would the Sect rules be?!"
As he spoke, his icy gaze once again locked onto the weak Yang Wudi, who was surrounded in the center, his killing intent not diminishing in the slightest.
"If this scoundrel is not eliminated, our hearts will find no peace, let alone help the Empire confront Spirit Hall! Today, Yang Wudi must die! Anyone who tries to stop us will be an enemy of the Clear Sky Sect!"
This merciless and almost tyrannical stance caused Ning Fengzhi and Prince Xue Xing's expressions to instantly turn extremely ugly. They had not expected the Clear Sky Sect to be so arrogant as to completely disregard the Empire and the greater cause of opposing Spirit Hall!
"Hahahahahaha—!"
At that moment, a hoarse laugh filled with endless mockery, grief, and indignation erupted from the center of the encirclement. It was Yang Wudi!
Leaning on his Soul Breaking Spear, though he was swaying, his back remained straight. His bloodshot eyes swept over the four Clear Sky Sect Elders surrounding him, his Face full of disdain and resolve.
"What a 'cleaning of the house'! What 'Sect rules'!"
"Hahaha! Clear Sky Sect, you bunch of sanctimonious and hypocritical old scoundrels! Back then, when you needed my Breaking Clan to lead the charge and refine medicines, you made grand promises and called us brothers. But when you caused a catastrophic disaster and faced the pressure of Spirit Hall, you unhesitatingly discarded our four clans like old rags, leaving us to lose our homes and families, with blood flowing like rivers!"
With every sentence he spoke, his breathing became more hurried, but his voice grew increasingly high-pitched and indignant.
"My younger brother, Yang Wushuang, worked his heart out researching so many Medicinal Pills to recover from injuries for the Clear Sky Sect! And the result? When Spirit Hall attacked, you couldn't protect him and let him be taken away by them, his life or death unknown to this day! Have you ever felt even a bit of guilt? Have you ever thought of rescuing him?!"
"Now, seeing that my Breaking Clan hasn't been wiped out and that I, Yang Wudi, still have some use, you want to put on the airs of a master again?"
"Seeing that I defeated your arrogant Elders and made you lose Face, you've even cast aside your shame, disregarding the bet and wanting to use numbers to bully the few, carrying out this filthy and despicable act of silencing me?!"
Yang Wudi spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. His Soul Breaking Spear slammed into the ground with a dull thud. His hair stood on end with rage as he used the last of his strength to roar:
"I spit on you! What number one Sect in the world! You're clearly a bunch of treacherous, shameless cowards who only know how to bully your own! Cowards! Hypocrites! Even if I die today, I'll have my say! Want to kill me? Come on! Let's see if you shameless old things have the courage to endure the wrath of my Soul Hall and the ridicule of the whole world!"
Yang Wudi's every word was like a knife, every sentence drawing blood!
He had completely torn away the Clear Sky Sect's fig leaf!
"Arrogant brat! Die!" The Second Elder's Face turned purple with rage and shame. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he gave a violent shout, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand shone brightly as he prepared to be the first to strike!
Simultaneously, the other three Elders also raised their hammers. Terrifying Soul Power condensed in an instant, seemingly about to completely submerge Yang Wudi's thin but upright figure!
"Old scoundrels, how dare you!"
Seeing this scene, Dugu Bo's eyes nearly split with rage. The emerald-green poison mist he had been accumulating erupted like a tsunami, transforming into several hideous poison dragons that surged toward the field, attempting to obstruct the four lethal hammer shadows crashing toward Yang Wudi.
"Clear Sky Sect! I'll fight you to the death!"
Niu Gao roared first, then his Armored Giant Rhino avatar boldly charged forward, making the earth rumble as he lunged toward the flank of the nearest Clear Sky Sect Elder.
However, although they were fast, they still seemed to be half a step too slow.
But at the very moment the shadows of the four Clear Sky Hammers were about to swallow Yang Wudi.
A blood-red figure appeared out of thin air in front of Yang Wudi at a speed that exceeded the perception and reaction limits of everyone present. He looked as if he had been standing there all along!
There was no sign of a Soul Power eruption, no blinding light.
Immediately after, a pure, tyrannical, and terrifying pressure, carrying the violent Aura of a prehistoric Ferocious beast, erupted from within his body like a volcanic eruption!
This figure happened to block the space between Yang Wudi and the four falling Clear Sky Hammers!
He was an exceptionally tall and burly red-haired man. His hair was as red as fire and stood on end. His Face was rugged, and his copper-bell-like eyes burned with literal blood-red flames. His bronze skin and rock-like, well-defined muscles were filled with an explosive sense of power.
It was none other than one of the Ten Great Vicious Beasts, the Red King!
"People of my Soul Hall, are they also someone you old scoundrels can touch?"
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