Refusing to Join the War

"Di Tian, we have destroyed many human cities. It's time to stop."

"Demon Spirit, you are far too cowardly."

"Xiong Jun, you were defeated by that descendant of the Angel God last time, yet you still dare to speak so arrogantly."

Di Tian stood above the Beast Tide, listening to the arguments of the Ferocious Beast around him. The ordinary Soul Master from a few cities were not enough for him; these Soul Masters did not have the strength to hunt down a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

He turned his gaze toward the direction of the Beast Suppression City, where the Titled Douluo of these powerful forces were the main force hunting down Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast and Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

The reason why Di Tian did not intervene and allowed Qian Daoliu to defeat Xiong Jun was because they had already reached their limit in slaughtering the cities near the Star Dou Great Forest.

Once they kill Qian Daoliu, these Titled Douluo will definitely flee at the mere sight of him. At that time, killing them might require unleashing Beast Tide that sweeps across the entire Douluo Continent, which would certainly attract the attention of the gods. The Silver Dragon King absolutely cannot be exposed.

Since that's the case, let these Titled Douluo come to us of their own accord. Di Tian quietly waited for the humans to assemble their forces, full of confidence in his own strength and the strength of the Soul Beast.

Only by defeating and crippling these humans this time will they dare not come to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast again, and will also buy time for the master to recover.

Meanwhile, on the walls of Beast Suppression City, various forces had already set up defenses, with soldiers from the Two Great Empires covering the entire city wall as the most basic level of defense.

The sects led by the Clear Sky Sect, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Star Crown Sect are responsible for guarding one of the three sections of the city wall. They are few in number and are mainly responsible for dealing with the strong Soul Beast.

"Sect Master Xu, I never expected that our reunion would be like this."

"Yes, we'll have to Sect Master Ning to give us some support later."

"No problem, but I wonder who this Mask Your Majesty behind you is?"

"This is a junior member of my Star Crown Sect. Didn't Bone Douluo meet him before?"

"Is that so? Then congratulations, Sect Master Xu."

Ning Fengzhi watched the Sect Master leave with a smile. The Bone Douluo beside him seemed to have thought of something and whispered a few words in his ear, which stirred up a wave in his heart.

This Mask man is the young Star Crown Sect member who obtained the Soul Ring that Bone Uncle saw back then. So, the Star Crown Sect still has at least two Titled Douluo guarding it. It's really thriving.

Ning Fengzhi thought of the two Elders in the Clear Sky Sect who had just broken through to the title level, and he almost lost control of his expression. Over the years, it seemed that only their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had not produced a new Titled Douluo.

However, it should be soon. Before he came out, he gave the two Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone he obtained from the Clear Sky Sect to a trusted retainer. This time when he returns, he may be able to complete the breakthrough, and then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will also be able to have three titles.

Standing at the forefront of the Clear Sky Sect's crowd on the city wall, Tang Xiao crossed his arms and stared sharply at the distant Beast Tide. This time, he was determined to make Clear Sky Sect famous and let the world see what the number one Power Attack System Martial Soul in the world was all about.

Tang Ziyi, standing beside him, sensed something was amiss. He looked at the Star Crown Sect Master and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master chatting happily in the distance and felt a sense of foreboding.

Looking around the vicinity of the Clear Sky Sect, there was not a single sect or family besides Tai Tan. Even the Breaking Clan and the Defense Clan, who had always followed the Clear Sky Sect's lead, were now standing behind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Oh no, the Clear Sky Sect has been isolated by all the other sects on the continent.

"Sect Master, let's go and greet Sect Master Ning."

"Unnecessary."

Tang Xiao refused decisively. He still remembered how Ning Fengzhi had tricked him out of two Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones. If he had absorbed those two Soul Bones, he would definitely not still be at level ninety-two.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Tang Xiao, Tang Ziyi sighed helplessly and walked towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's group. He had to consider the Clear Sky Sect. If they were separated from the mainland sects, even with four titles, they would definitely not be able to resist the Spirit Hall's attack.

Both Soul Beast and humans are preparing; war could break out at any moment. Everyone on the Douluo Continent is waiting for the final outcome of the war, including Tang San.

He was currently in a forest Suotuo City, learning the unique skill of the Clear Sky Sect, the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, from his father.

Sweat poured onto the ground as Tang San swung his hammer one last time, slamming the Clear Sky Hammer to the ground and leaning against it, panting heavily.

Then he looked at his father, who was sitting under a tree, leaning against the trunk, with his eyes closed, chugging cheap liquor, and walked over to him.

"Father, the Beast Tide has broken out. I heard that Clear Sky Sect has already gone there. Aren't you going?"

"No, we won't go. Doesn't the Spirit Hall pride itself on being righteous? Naturally, they should be the ones to resist the Beast Tide."

"So that's how it is."

Tang San returned to his original spot and continued practicing, but a question lingered in his mind: even though the Tang Sect he belonged to in his previous life was an assassin sect, there were always people who would step forward when the Central Plains were invaded.

Why isn't his father supporting his sect now that humans and Soul Beast are fighting? This is a war between races! For the first time, he began to doubt his father's imposing image.

"Perhaps it's because of my mother."

Tang San comforted himself and continued practicing, while Tang Hao, lying under the tree, picked up the wine jug again, took a sip, and opened his eyes to look at his son wielding the Clear Sky Hammer.

If he could, he would certainly like to resist the Beast Tide and make the Clear Sky Sect famous, but now he has lost an arm and his Soul Power is permanently stuck at level 91. Once he shows himself, the Spirit Hall will know his true strength.

War is no child's play, let alone the complex and diverse human forces that gather here. Each force has its own ulterior motives. They not only have to defend against the attacks of Soul Beast, but also have to be wary of their own people using underhanded tactics.

Tang Hao was worried about the Clear Sky Sect members who were participating in the battle. The Beast Tide was dangerous, but the Spirit Hall was even more dangerous. Brother Xiao, you must be careful.

In the nearby Suotuo City, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang was also drinking alone. He naturally knew about the Beast Tide, and the news of the various sects participating in the war reminded him of the already destroyed Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, as well as his deceased father.

If it weren't for the Spirit Hall, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would surely have shone brightly in this war, Yu Xiaogang thought to himself. Due to his weak constitution and inability to hold his liquor, he completely passed out on the table.

Finally, Flender knocked on the door and came in, carrying him to the bed. He knew just how much pressure his friend was under; the tragic deaths of Er Long and the hatred of his clan's extermination had been weighing heavily on him.

Now that Tang San is constantly training under the guidance of the Clear Sky Douluo, his friend has no opportunity to use his abilities and is depressed all day long, only able to drown his sorrows in alcohol.