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"They are the peerless twin prodigies of our Clear Sky Sect, our pride. Of course this old man knows."

At this moment, the First Elder had not realized the gravity of the situation at all. He still fixed Fu Ye with those vicious eyes.

"They tried to smash up my shop time and again, so I brought my pet to smash up your sect instead. I assume you won't refuse."

Fu Ye looked at Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, who were trembling in the corner, and could not help finding it amusing.

Presumably, after being beaten up by Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo last time, they had finally learned their lesson.

Still, this visit had to happen. The first time could be excused as ignorance, but the second time was blatant provocation.

If Sword Douluo had not been there, his shop and employees probably would not have met a good end.

The more Fu Ye thought about it, the angrier he became.

"Heh, this old man doesn't care what kind of shop you have. Even if you smashed Spirit Hall, you still won't gain the slightest advantage within our Clear Sky Sect!"

Fu Ye ignored the First Elder, who possessed only ninety-third-rank Soul Power, and turned his gaze toward Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.

"You two, come before me now and kowtow three times. Then our grudge will be settled."

Fu Ye spoke softly, yet Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's eyes filled with fury upon hearing his words.

But there was nothing they could do. They truly could not defeat that monster, Fu Ye!

If the sect's centuries of foundation were destroyed because of the two of them, they would never rest in peace even in death.

Then the first dramatic scene unfolded! The First Elder watched as Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, the peerless twin prodigies of their sect, actually prepared to kneel and kowtow to the young man before them.

The next instant, a powerful force sent the two of them flying!

"You two useless trash! How did our Clear Sky Sect produce two pathetic cowards willing to kneel before a young man?!"

The First Elder looked incomparably furious. Tang Hao and Tang Xiao wanted to say something, but in the end, both of them shut their mouths.

After all, they had initially looked down on Fu Ye as nothing more than a brat. Yet later, the other party had immobilized them with nothing but his aura.

Even they, the two publicly recognized strongest prodigies of the Clear Sky Sect, had never experienced such terrifying pressure.

The First Elder was enraged. His Martial Soul Avatar had yet to dissipate, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. In the next moment, an enormous hammer that blotted out the sky smashed toward Fu Ye without warning.

"Clear Sky Secret Technique, Soaring Sky Strike!"

Seeing that the other side had abandoned all martial decency, Fu Ye saw no reason to reason with him!

"Divine Sense Sword Box, emerge!"

As Fu Ye's voice fell, a square sword box wrapped in Nine-Colored light appeared at his side. The entire sword box resembled a piece of flawless jade.

Nine sword shadows of different forms were engraved upon it, each carrying an utterly distinct supreme aura.

"Starfire."

As the Clear Sky Sect's Martial Soul Avatar was about to fall upon Fu Ye, a longsword carrying terrifying Fire Element power shot forth with a howl!

"Buzz!!"

However, the other three also launched their attacks at that moment.

"Water Cold!"

"Peach God!"

"Suppressing Mountain!"

Three Divine Swords flew from the Divine Sense Sword Box once more, facing the Clear Sky Sect's Second Elder, Fourth Elder, and Fifth Elder respectively!

"Clang!"

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

The four Divine Swords seemed to possess minds of their own as they wildly unleashed their sword intent. The power of their supreme attributes made the four opponents suffer miserably!

One had to know that Fu Ye was merely launching an attack through his Martial Soul alone. He had not even used his soul rings.

With nothing better to do, Fu Ye watched them slowly struggle against his Martial Soul as though he had nothing to do with it. Meanwhile, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, transformed into a black dog, rubbed its tiny dog head back and forth against Fu Ye's feet.

"Bang!"

"Awooo~~"

After one kick, the dog finally settled down, lying there without moving, as if its father had died.

Turning back toward the still-deadlocked battlefield and seeing the four Clear Sky Sect elders covered in wounds, Fu Ye could not bear it anymore.

"Sky Rainbow, Chasing Wind, Thunder Silence, Condensed Light, Dark Scale, go."

The remaining five Divine Swords flew out. In less than a moment, the remaining four Clear Sky Sect elders could no longer hold on. Yet some people simply did not deserve sympathy. He had already held back as much as possible, but they still wanted to ambush him.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Hammer Technique, Chaotic Cloak!"

That was right. At the First Elder's signal, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao launched a sneak attack on Fu Ye. Though the two of them were unwilling in their hearts, they had no right to refuse now.

But in Fu Ye's eyes, their soft, feeble attacks could not break through his defenses even if he simply stood there and let them hit him.

Boom!

Boom!

"Eighty-pound hammer, forty-pound hammer."

The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer encompassed all the force-generating techniques within the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes. It had been created by the former sect master, Tang Chen.

It could be said that while the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul was of exceptional quality, without the secrets Tang Chen had comprehended, they were merely a group of blacksmiths with strength and decent talent.

"Sixteen."

Boom!

"Thirty-two."

Rumble!!

"Forty-eight."

Boom boom!!!

"Sixty-four."

Rumble rumble rumble!!!

"Eighty."

Boom!!!!!

As for Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, Fu Ye caught one with each hand. After charging up for so long, their attacks were still inferior to one of his casual punches.

His punch carried over three hundred tons of force. Could they withstand it?

"Nine returns to one—Disorder Splitting Wind!"

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao had already fallen into despair. Fu Ye had done nothing at all, merely lightly deflecting each of their attacks with ease, while every one of their attacks vanished as though it had sunk into a swamp.

Only now did they understand just how powerful a monster Fu Ye truly was!

Yet it was not only the two of them. At this moment, each of the Four Great Elders had two divine swords pressed against his throat. Any slight movement would send blood spraying on the spot!

They could only watch as the two peerless geniuses of their sect swung their hammers at the young man before them again and again, only for him to casually block them with a wave of his hand.

(Cough, cough, let me clarify something here. In Dou 1's setting, divine artifacts generally weigh 108,000 jin, and even Limit Douluo Bo Saixi could not lift one. Meanwhile, Tang Wulin's strength in the later stages of Dou 3 was around 200,000-plus jin, equivalent to roughly 150 tons. The protagonist possesses the complete Dragon God Bloodline and martial soul, so his strength is twice Tang Wulin's. That should be fairly reasonable.)

"Is this the strongest power you possess? How truly weak."

Fu Ye's palm transformed into a Nine-Colored dragon claw. As the two Clear Sky Hammers came crashing down, a buzzing sound and the sound of something shattering rang out.

Bzzzzz!!! Crack.

Before the terrified eyes of the Four Great Elders, Fu Ye tore apart Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's martial souls with his bare hands!

Pfft!

Pfft!

Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, the peerless twin prodigies of the Clear Sky Sect, spat out mouthfuls of crimson blood the instant their martial souls shattered.

Meanwhile, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger still lay leisurely at Fu Ye's feet. Watching the terrified expressions of these lowly humans, it could not have felt more pleased!

Luckily, it had surrendered early. Although it had lost its intestines and balls, it was now living an extraordinarily comfortable life.

Whenever it felt like it, it could act cute and fawn over him. As for cultivation, there was no need for that at all.

As long as its master was in a good mood one day, it would get "dog food" to eat—a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone. Just one could equal ten thousand years of bitter cultivation!

This book is expected to conclude at around two to three million words, spanning from Dou 1 to Dou 4. I'll explain the bonus chapter rules before it goes premium.

Once again, this little author thanks all you handsome readers for your support and love!