Yang Wudi gripped the Soul Breaking Spear tightly, nearly unable to stop himself from stepping forward and sending the shameless Seventh Elder flying with a single strike.
"If you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, Old Seven, we'll just take some Premium Medicine and leave. I doubt he'd dare make a move first!"
Tang Yuran snorted coldly and headed straight for the storeroom.
"Let's see who dares!"
Yang Wudi raised the Soul Breaking Spear and aimed its tip at Tang Yuran, yet did not strike for a long while.
For a moment, the entire main hall fell silent.
"Clan Head Yang, it seems I arrived at just the right time."
Qian Renxin entered the main hall of the Breaking Clan with a smile.
Since it was his second visit, the guards naturally recognized him and let him pass without issue.
The Seventh Elder and Tang Yuran remained where they were, not knowing who the newcomer was.
However, when they saw the people behind Qian Renxin, their expressions instantly fell.
Three elders from Spirit Hall, including the long-famous Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo...
Yue Guan walked in.
Upon seeing the Seventh Elder and Tang Yuran, he curled his lips disdainfully.
Two Soul Douluo dared to boast so shamelessly and even set their sights on Spirit Hall's belongings.
They truly had the audacity of men who had swallowed bear hearts and leopard gall. If the Grand Venerable had not always been so accommodating toward the Clear Sky Sect, the Elder Hall alone could have easily wiped out the Clear Sky Sect by sending out a few titled Douluo.
He waved a hand before his nose and said in a mocking tone,
"Yang Wudi, what sort of guests have you invited? They reek of poverty. They're sect elders, yet they can't even afford