Chapter 89: Tang Hu Comes Knocking.
Ever since that day when Yu Xiaolie broke Yang Xian's spear, the inner disciples of the Po clan have been trembling with fear whenever they see Yu Xiaolie.
She had completely changed from her usual arrogant demeanor; now, she was like a frightened bird whenever she saw him.
They dared not make any unreasonable demands on the outer disciples.
Yang Xian, in particular, had lost his arrogance, and a morbid silence accompanied him all day long.
The Breaking Clan, with their Soul-Breaking Spear, emphasizes an indomitable fighting spirit. This is why they disregard other techniques and focus solely on perfecting their attacks.
But now that the inner disciples' courage has been broken, if it is not repaired, they may not even be able to cultivate the Soul-Breaking Spear in the future.
Not to mention the decline in cultivation, further improvement would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Therefore, they couldn't bother to ask the disciples of the Haotian Sect for help.
Yu Xiaolie continued his cultivation and meditation as usual.
Every night, he would go to the alchemy room to refine medicine with Yang Wudi, and the two of them would study medicine together.
He then went to Tang Yuehua to learn the zither, practice etiquette, and cultivate his character. Most importantly, he learned to restrain his murderous nature.
Tang Yuehua should have returned to the Haotian Sect's main camp long ago, but she often went down the mountain and chatted with the wife of the Po clan chief during the day.
At night, he returns to his own courtyard, transforming into a teacher to explain music theory to Yu Xiaolie, pursuing the improvement of his character.
Before we knew it, a year had quietly passed.
That day, Yu Xiaolie finished his meditation, his eyes revealing a hidden glint.
There are less than 20 days left until my father, Yu Yuanzhen, succeeds as the sect leader.
It's about time to get ready to go back.
This year has been a time for self-cultivation, learning etiquette, and tempering one's temperament.
He was no longer the boy who only knew how to fight and kill; an air of nobility emanated from him in every gesture.
His soul power has already reached the level of a quasi-Soul King of level 50, and he only needs to hunt for a suitable soul ring to advance further.
Now, with the support of his spirit rings and spirit bones, his martial spirit has mastered two dragon transformation states: ice and darkness.
Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, apart from his own Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, there is no other more suitable place for cultivating lightning attributes.
When I returned to the sect this time, I asked my second grandfather or my father, Yu Yuanzhen, to take me on a cultivation journey.
Yu Xiaolie's lips curled up slightly, and he was even looking forward to going back soon.
Suddenly, Yang Cheng burst through the door, cursing under his breath.
"Those bastards from the inner sect disciples, only a year has passed, and now they're acting unreasonable again, trying to steal our resources!"
Yu Xiaolie looked over and saw Yang Cheng's face full of anger, a stark contrast to his own calmness.
Judging from his words, it seems that the inner disciples have started causing trouble again?
Yang Cheng's expression was somewhat solemn, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Captain Lie, Yang Xian has rallied again."
Recently, he has been getting very close to Tang Hu and others from the Haotian Sect. I heard that he has already asked Tang Hu and the others for help in taking revenge.
I knew they wouldn't give up so easily; they'd probably come looking for trouble soon.
Yu Xiaolie smiled calmly and said in a composed tone:
"It's alright, just let them come."
He didn't care about any of that. He was leaving soon anyway, so he figured he might as well spar with Haotian Hammer and teach a few Haotian Sect disciples a lesson, just to stretch his muscles.
Seeing Yu Xiaolie's calm demeanor, Yang Cheng wanted to say something to dissuade him, but hesitated to speak.
As expected.
Within three days.
The inner disciples then took the initiative to come and cause trouble.
Inside the courtyard, Yang Cheng was surrounded by several people, the leader of whom was Yang Xian, and there were three unfamiliar faces beside him.
The leader had a buzz cut, wore a neat training uniform, and his biceps were bulging with veins, making him look as strong as a tiger.
This is clearly Tang Hu.
Beside him were two disciples, slightly smaller than him, with rugged faces and their training clothes embroidered with the Haotian Sect's emblem.
"This soul beast belongs to our inner sect!"
Yang Xian shouted loudly. Compared to his previous arrogance, Yang Xian was much more direct at this moment.
Yang Cheng glared angrily, but with Tang Hu standing beside him, he dared not make a sound.
The outer disciples standing nearby didn't dare to step forward at all, and just kept retreating.
"After a year, the same old routine is still going on. Don't they know how to come up with something new?"
Yu Xiaolie's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Upon seeing Yu Xiaolie, Yang Xian paused for a moment, but was no longer intimidated. He moved closer to Tang Hu, as if grasping at a lifeline.
Upon hearing this, Tang Hu looked over and sized up Yu Xiaolie.
In his eyes, Yu Xiaolie was nothing more than a pretty boy.
This also proves that following Tang Yuehua's cultivation has significantly improved Yu Xiaolie's overall mind and body.
However, this does not mean that he is a pushover.
Tang Hu stepped forward, his steady and powerful strides making the hearts of the outer disciples beat along with his.
"You're the one with the pig-like martial spirit? I heard you were the one who bullied my little brother, Tang Hu."
Yu Xiaolie said slowly and deliberately:
"So what if they are? We were just competing according to the rules. They lost, so they have no one to blame but themselves."
Tang Hu exhaled a breath of stale air and said:
"Alright! Then let's follow the rules and have a fair and just competition!"
"I couldn't ask for more!"
In an instant, Yang Cheng and his group of outer disciples scattered, and Yang Xian also led several inner disciples away. The two Haotian Sect disciples watched all of this quietly from behind.
"Tang Hu, a level 48 Soul Master from the Clear Sky Sect! Martial Soul: Clear Sky Hammer!"
Two yellow and two purple spirit rings lit up one by one. Tang Hu carried the Clear Sky Hammer on his shoulder. The hammerhead was jet black and shiny, with faint patterns of light flashing within it.
"Yu Xiaolie, Level 50 Quasi-Soul King! Martial Soul: Dragon Cub!"
One yellow, two purple, and one black soul ring slowly lit up. Tang Hu was stunned when he saw this, even though he had already learned about it from Yang Xian.
"bring it on!"
Tang Hu roared, and his third spirit ring lit up beneath his feet.
"Third Soul Skill - Mountain-Shaking Hammer!"
He picked up the Clear Sky Hammer and smashed it down on Yu Xiaolie, the power of the Clear Sky Hammer reaching its peak at that moment.
In an instant, a violent surge of soul power spread outwards from the Clear Sky Hammer.
The ground undulated like waves, with gravel flying everywhere and dust rising in all directions.
Yu Xiaolie's eyes narrowed, and the first soul ring beneath his feet lit up.
"First Soul Skill: Devouring Breath!"
The waves reached Yu Xiaolie's feet, raising a cloud of dust that then vanished like mist.
"Brother Tiger! It's this strange move!"
Yang Xian, standing off the field, loudly relayed a message.
Tang Hu glanced at it, then focused on the battle.
He narrowed his eyes, then flashed a sharp light, and with steady and powerful steps, he shouldered the Haotian Hammer and charged towards Yu Xiaolie.
The dragon cub stepped in front of Yu Xiaolie, its round body seemingly able to shield everything, as it met Tang Hu's fierce and unparalleled hammer blows.
When the heavy hammer approached it, it lost all its soul power and its strength dissipated.
Don't let the chubby appearance of the dragon cub fool you; when it exerts its power, its muscles and blood are as strong as steel.
Undeterred by the weak and powerless hammer, he charged straight at it.
Bang!
Tang Hu's expression changed; his charged attack had completely failed.
But the Haotian Hammer emphasizes domineering power, with each strike more powerful than the last.
Again!
Tang Hu kept swinging his heavy hammer, trying to overwhelm Yu Xiaolie with his imposing manner and then seize an opportunity to injure him.
Just as Tang Hu's twenty-first hammer fell, Yu Xiaolie keenly noticed.
Tang Hu's breathing became heavier, after all, he was constantly consuming his soul power to swing the hammer.
Meanwhile, he was constantly devouring the other party's soul power.
However, although his hammer swings could not cause damage and his soul power was decreasing, his hammer power was getting stronger and stronger.
We can't delay any longer!
"Second Soul Skill - Light-Piercing Strike!"
A shockwave of energy collided head-on with the Haotian Hammer!
Tang Hu was overjoyed; no one had ever chosen to confront his hammer technique head-on before!
"Mountain-Shaking Hammer!"
This hammer blow is the culmination of twenty years of skill! So what if you're a Soul King!
Tang Hu had already concluded that Yu Xiaolie was just an inexperienced young man who didn't understand the oppressive power of the Haotian Hammer.
How could the number one weapon spirit in the world be defeated by his neither-pig-nor-dog spirit?
Boom!!!
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