Three days later.
At the Breaking Clan, Little Jiu lounged in a chair, watching Yang Wudi teach his disciples spear techniques when bursts of laughter suddenly rang out.
"Old Goat, look who I brought you! Come out and welcome these distinguished guests!"
"Old Bai He, Old Niu. What are they doing here?" Yang Wudi frowned.
"Looks like the show is about to begin. Old Goat, the calamity of clan extermination is right before you. I'll head inside first. Good luck!"
Little Jiu chuckled, turned, and entered the room, concealing his aura.
Yang Wudi was just about to throw open the main gates and welcome the patriarch of the Speed Clan, who had always supported him, when his gaze instantly turned icy.
Because he saw the group of people he least wanted to see in his life: Clear Sky Sect!
"Little Goat, what? You don't recognize Uncle Chen anymore?"
Tang Chen laughed heartily, without the slightest sense of distance. Tang San and Tang Yuehua followed behind him on either side, while behind them were the Speed Clan, the Defense Clan, and the Strength Clan.
At the very end were the people of Clear Sky Sect—more than three hundred of them. They wore Clear Sky Sect's uniform battle attire, with a hammer embroidered on their chests.
"So it's the old sect master of Clear Sky Sect. My little temple cannot accommodate a great deity like you. Please leave!" Yang Wudi did not even glance at Tang Chen and directly saw him off.
"Old Goat, this is Uncle Chen. How can you speak to him like that?" Bai He, patriarch of the Speed Clan, immediately tried to smooth things over.
"Hmph! Your Speed Clan may still be willing to be Clear Sky Sect's dogs, but our Breaking Clan never will!"
"Clear Sky Sect