"They are the twin prodigies of our Clear Sky Sect, the pride of our sect. Of course this old man knows them well."
The First Elder still hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation. His vicious eyes remained fixed on Fu Ye.
"They tried several times to smash my restaurant. So I brought my pet to smash your sect. I assume you won't refuse, right?"
Fu Ye looked toward Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, who were trembling in the corner, and couldn't help but find it amusing.
After being beaten once by Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, it seemed they had finally learned their lesson.
Still, a visit had to be paid.
The first time could be called ignorance.
But the second time was blatant provocation.
If Sword Douluo hadn't been there, Fu Ye's restaurant—and the employees inside—would likely have suffered a terrible fate.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
"Heh. I don't care what kind of shop you have. Even if Spirit Hall itself came here, you wouldn't gain the slightest advantage inside the Clear Sky Sect!"
Fu Ye ignored the First Elder, who only had Rank 93 soul power, and instead looked toward Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.
"You two. Come over here and kowtow three times. Then we'll call our grievances settled."
Fu Ye spoke calmly.
But Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were filled with rage after hearing his words.
Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do.
They couldn't defeat this monster at all.
If the sect's centuries-long foundation was destroyed because of them, they would never rest in peace even in death.
Then something dramatic happened.
The First Elder saw the two prodigies of the sect—Tang Hao and Tang Xiao—actually preparing to kneel before this young man.
In the next moment, a powerful force blasted them away!
"You useless trash! How could our Clear Sky Sect produce cowards like you who would kneel before some young brat!"
The First Elder was furious.
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao wanted to explain something but ultimately stayed silent.
After all, they had once looked down on Fu Ye as well.
Yet later, the mere pressure of his aura had completely immobilized them.
Even as the most talented geniuses of the Clear Sky Sect, they had never experienced such terrifying pressure.
The First Elder's anger exploded.
His martial spirit true body had not yet dissipated, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
A giant hammer that seemed to cover the sky suddenly smashed down toward Fu Ye.
"Clear Sky Secret Technique—Heaven-Shattering Strike!"
Seeing that the opponent had abandoned all restraint, Fu Ye no longer bothered being reasonable.
"Divine Thought Sword Box—open!"
As Fu Ye spoke, a nine-colored square sword box appeared beside him.
The box looked like it was carved from flawless jade.
Nine sword shadows were engraved on its surface, each emitting a completely different supreme aura.
"Starlight Flame."
Just as the enormous Clear Sky Hammer was about to crash down on Fu Ye, a sword infused with terrifying fire energy shot out!
Buzz!
At the same time, the remaining three elders launched their attacks.
"Frostwater!"
"Peach God!"
"Mountain Suppression!"
Three more divine swords flew out of the sword box, intercepting the Second Elder, Fourth Elder, and Fifth Elder.
Clang!
Boom!
Bang!
The four divine swords fought as if they possessed their own consciousness, unleashing endless sword intent.
Their extreme elemental attributes made the four elders suffer immensely.
Fu Ye hadn't even used his soul rings yet.
He was merely attacking through his martial spirit.
With nothing better to do, Fu Ye casually watched the battle while his martial spirit fought for him.
Meanwhile, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger—now in the form of a small black dog—rubbed its head against Fu Ye's leg.
Thud!
"Awoo~"
After one kick, the dog finally quieted down and lay still like a miserable stray.
Looking back at the still-intense battlefield and the battered state of the four elders, Fu Ye almost felt a bit sympathetic.
"Sky Rainbow, Gale Chaser, Thunder Silence, Condensed Light, Dark Scale—go."
The remaining five divine swords flew out.
In moments, the four elders were completely overwhelmed.
Unfortunately, some people simply weren't worth pity.
Fu Ye had already shown restraint, yet they still tried to ambush him.
"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Spirit True Body!"
"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Spirit True Body!"
"Hammer Technique—Chaotic Cloak!"
Yes.
Under the First Elder's signal, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao launched a sneak attack on Fu Ye.
They didn't want to.
But they had no choice.
However, in Fu Ye's eyes, their attacks were so weak that even if he just stood there, they couldn't break his defense.
Boom!
Boom!
Big hammer eighty.
Small hammer forty.
The Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique contained all the force techniques of the Clear Sky Nine Arts.
It had been created by the previous sect master, Tang Chen.
The Clear Sky Hammer was indeed a top-tier martial spirit.
But without Tang Chen's techniques, they were nothing more than strong blacksmiths with good talent.
"Sixteen."
Boom!
"Thirty-two."
Boom!!!
"Forty-eight."
Boom boom!!!
"Sixty-four."
BOOM!!!
"Eighty…"
BOOOOOOM!!!!
Fu Ye casually caught Tang Hao and Tang Xiao one by one.
Their fully charged attacks weren't even comparable to one of his casual punches.
After all—
His punch carried over three hundred tons of force.
Could they withstand that?
"Ninety-nine in one—Chaotic Cloak!"
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were already in despair.
Fu Ye hadn't even done anything serious.
Each time they attacked, he simply waved his hand and neutralized it effortlessly.
Their attacks vanished as if swallowed by mud.
Only now did they realize just how terrifying Fu Ye truly was.
Meanwhile, the four elders were each pinned at the throat by two divine swords.
One wrong movement and they would die instantly.
They could only watch helplessly as the sect's two prodigies repeatedly smashed their hammers at Fu Ye—only for him to block every strike casually.
{Author's Note: In Douluo I, divine weapons generally weigh around 108,000 jin, and even Extreme Douluo like Bo Saixi cannot lift them. In Douluo III, Tang Wulin's strength in the later stages is about 200,000 jin, roughly equivalent to 150 tons. Since the protagonist possesses the complete Dragon God bloodline and martial spirit, having twice Tang Wulin's strength should be reasonable.}
"So this is the strongest power you have? How weak."
Fu Ye's hand transformed into a nine-colored dragon claw.
As the two Clear Sky Hammers came crashing down, a buzzing sound echoed—followed by the sound of something breaking.
BUZZ—CRACK!
Under the terrified gaze of the four elders—
Fu Ye tore apart Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's martial spirits with his bare hands.
Pfft!
Pfft!
The two prodigies of the Clear Sky Sect immediately spat out mouthfuls of blood.
Meanwhile, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger lazily lay beside Fu Ye's feet.
Seeing the fear on the faces of these "lowly humans," it felt incredibly satisfied.
Luckily, it had surrendered early.
Even though it had lost its intestines and certain other parts…
Its life now was extremely comfortable.
Whenever it acted cute or fawned a bit, its master might reward it with "dog food"—a hundred-thousand-year soul bone.
Just one of those could equal ten thousand years of cultivation.