Yang Wudi: How Dare You Take My Spear! (First Update)

Heaven Dou City, southern district

Strength Clan, Main Hall.

Titan was hosting a banquet in the hall for honored guests.

"We brothers haven't seen each other in years. Let's drink to that first." Niu Gao, the chief of the Defense Clan, raised his cup.

Yang Wudi and Bai He followed suit, raising their cups and drinking together.

"You'll stay at my residence today. We won't stop until we're thoroughly drunk!" Titan laughed as he raised his cup, looking at the old friends reunited at his side.

Meanwhile, outside the residence.

A carriage rolled down the street and stopped before the estate.

Wrapped in a loose black robe, Huo Yuhao stepped down from the carriage and looked up at the towering residence before him.

High walls rose on all four sides of the estate, and the plaque above the gates bore a single large character: "Strength."

Four guards stood before the gates. They were powerfully built, broad-backed and thick-waisted, with faint traces of Soul Power emanating from them. Clearly, they were all soul masters.

So this is the place?

Just as Huo Yuhao prepared to step forward and enter, the guards stopped him.

"Hold it. Outsiders are not welcome here." Soul Power fluctuations radiated from the guards, and their tone was exceptionally hostile.

"Is this how you treat guests?" Huo Yuhao asked calmly.

"Anyone without an Invitation from the clan chief is forbidden from entering. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude." The guards at the gate cracked their knuckles and bared their teeth threateningly.

Huo Yuhao snorted coldly. With just one step forward, the stone tiles beneath his feet cracked open, and a terrifying torrent of Soul Power suddenly erupted from within him.

The four guards immediately came under immense pressure. Their faces turned deathly pale as they were forced to summon their Martial Souls and Soul Rings.

Great Strength Gorilla Martial Souls emerged behind each of them, while two yellow and one purple Soul Ring appeared beneath their feet.

Three Rings Soul Elders!

Huo Yuhao walked past them, raised a hand, and pressed his palm against the gates. With a roaring gust, the gates were forced open, and a chaotic gale instantly swept through the entire estate, sending flowers and fallen leaves flying.

Members of the Strength Clan in the Front Yard looked up one after another, their eyes immediately landing on the Black-Robed Mysterious Men who had barged through the gates.

"Stop! Outsiders are not welcome here!" Behind the burly man who spoke, a black-furred gorilla appeared. His eyes glowed red, and two yellow, two purple, and two black Soul Rings emerged beneath his feet.

Six Ring Soul Emperor!

The burly man stared intently at the uninvited guest beyond the gates.

Sect disciples quickly gathered behind him, each summoning their Martial Souls and displaying their Soul Rings in dazzling splendor.

Huo Yuhao suddenly raised his head, his icy gaze sweeping across everyone present.

Inside the Main Hall.

Titan, who had been drinking with his guests, sharply sensed the disturbance outside, and his gaze immediately turned cold.

Someone actually dared cause trouble at his residence?

Yang Wudi, Bai He, and the others also noticed something was wrong and looked up at Titan.

An uninvited guest. And one with ill intentions!

Titan's face darkened as he rose from his seat, a heavy aura of Soul Power emanating from his body.

"I'd like to see who is so bold as to disrupt my reunion with my brothers."

"Old Gorilla, calm down. Sit back down. How can we let you handle this?" Yang Wudi rose calmly from his seat and stretched his arms.

"I've been eating and drinking at your place for free. It just so happens that I could use some exercise today."

As he spoke, Yang Wudi's body gave off faint killing intent. He loosened his joints, cracked his knuckles, and headed toward the hall's exit.

"Though I am old, I can still fight." Bai He rose calmly.

"Heh, how could you leave me out?" Niu Gao stood up as well.

"Stop! You're guests here. How can I let you take action? Sit down, all of you!" Titan pressed both hands downward, signaling his fellow brothers to stay calm.

"Old Gorilla, quit spouting nonsense." Without even turning his head, Yang Wudi continued walking outside.

Meanwhile, in the estate's Front Yard.

Yang Wudi led the way, followed by Bai He, Niu Gao, and Titan, with the younger generation of the clans trailing behind them.

The moment they left the Main Hall, Huo Yuhao had just knocked down the last person still standing and casually tossed him aside.

Huo Yuhao looked up, his gaze falling on the four elderly figures standing on the steps before the Main Hall.

The leader was a broad, muscular elder, tall in stature, with a head full of coarse black hair hanging loosely behind him. His face was ruddy, and he carried an unruly air.

Beside him stood an elder in white. He was built like a thin bamboo pole, with long pale hair flowing down his back and a calm expression.

There was also a broad, honest-looking elder. His build was exceptionally sturdy, though he stood half a head shorter than the other three.

The last man was tall and burly, with short silver-white hair standing upright like steel needles. A large string of beads hung around his neck, each inscribed with the character for strength. His arms were folded as he looked down upon the scene with disdain.

He's Titan?

Huo Yuhao inferred his identity from the oversized string of beads around his neck.

Then...

Huo Yuhao shifted his gaze sideways before it finally settled on the gaunt elder with the white beard.

White clothes. Thin as a bamboo pole.

You're Bai He?

What a stroke of luck. He had found him without even having to search.

Bai He, standing before the hall, was suddenly swept by an inexplicable glance from the Black-Robed Mysterious Men. His heart jolted in alarm, and he immediately became vigilant.

"You barged into my residence without cause and injured my clan members. Are you planning to become enemies with my Strength Clan?" Titan folded his arms, his tone grim.

That was only because the sect disciples had merely been injured and no lives had been lost.

If the other party had dared come to his door and kill someone, he would not be wasting words here. He would have struck to kill long ago.

"They ran into me themselves," Huo Yuhao explained.

He had come to make an equal exchange. He had not intended to go on a killing spree.

"Why waste words with him? Break his leg bones first and make him kneel to apologize!"

With a sweep of his arm, Yang Wudi unleashed a surging dark-red aura of Soul Power. It gathered in his palm into a long spear brimming with dark-red killing intent, while Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet one after another.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

With pitch-black 10,000 Year Soul Rings, Yang Wudi radiated terrifying murderous intent, his eyes gleaming fiercely.

Eight Ring Soul Douluo!

"Enough nonsense. Take my spear!" Yang Wudi gripped the Soul Breaking Spear as dark-red Soul Power blazed behind him. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and his voice was as cold as King of Hell claiming a life.

Huo Yuhao's expression beneath his hood immediately turned cold.

So you're all reckless brutes who attack without asking why? Fine, I'll satisfy you!

Grayish-white mist instantly rose from his body, making his figure appear somewhat blurred.

Before the hall.

Titan and the others watched intently.

Was this a Dark Attribute, or a mist Martial Soul?

"Take your death!" Yang Wudi charged forward with the Soul Breaking Spear in hand. Cold light flashed from its tip as he thrust it straight at Huo Yuhao.

"You brought this on yourself. Don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

Huo Yuhao raised his right hand, its bony Tiger Claw protruding outward, and met him head-on with a slash. Sharp claw marks tore through the air.

In an instant, the Tiger Claw collided directly with the incoming Soul Breaking Spear. Sparks flew from the friction as two immense waves of Soul Power—grayish-white and crimson—crashed together, erupting into a violent gale that swept across the entire scene.

"If you have what it takes to subdue me, I'll kneel and listen to you speak."

Yang Wudi grinned, dragging the spear tip across the ground and scattering sparks before thrusting out a second and third strike.

Huo Yuhao received them head-on, each collision sending sparks flying.

Yang Wudi's second and third Soul Rings activated in succession, amplifying the Soul Breaking Spear. Like a raging storm, he stabbed out four times in rapid succession, each thrust building upon the last, each one more terrifying than the one before.

Huo Yuhao chose to avoid its edge, using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to evade.

Yang Wudi leaped into the air, raising the Soul Breaking Spear high over his head as his seventh Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

Martial Soul Avatar—Soul Breaking Spear

"Rat, how dare you take my spear?!"

A Soul Breaking Spear overflowing with bloody killing intent appeared behind him, wrapped in dark-red Soul Power and gathering terrifying divine might.

"Fight me!" Yang Wudi wielded the Soul Breaking Spear, casually drawing forth the bloody phantom behind him.

The Soul Breaking Spear descended Soaring in the Sky, piercing straight through the earth with a single blow—