Inside the Defense Clan's council hall, lanterns hung high, and four redwood tables represented the Strength, Defense, Speed, and Breaking Clans respectively. Tai Tan accompanied Tang San and Lin Zhixia as they took their seats when steady footsteps sounded outside—Yang Wudi strode in with a cold expression, dressed in a dark green robe and carrying a black iron spear, followed by two clan members who also bore spears.
His gaze swept across the room, then darkened sharply when it fell upon Tang San, carrying a piercing chill. "You're Tang Hao's son?" Before Tang San could reply, he drove the Soul Breaking Spear into the floor, its tip cracking the tiles. "Back then, Clear Sky Sect expelled Tang Hao and sealed their gates, leaving us to live or die on our own. The Breaking Clan severed all ties with Clear Sky Sect long ago! If you want to recruit me, give up now!"
Tang San rose to his feet, calm yet resolute. "Senior Yang, I know what happened back then broke your heart. But the Tang Sect is not Clear Sky Sect. It is a place where the four clans can stand together against Spirit Hall. I am willing to wager a duel with you. If I win, you will join the Tang Sect. If I lose, I will never mention this matter again."
"Good! You've got guts!" A trace of approval flashed through Yang Wudi's eyes, though there was far more disdain. "I'm an eighty-second-level Assault System Battle Soul Douluo, and you, a mere sixty-third-level junior, dare wager against me? Come with me to the training grounds!"
Everyone immediately followed them to the training grounds. Yang Wudi summoned his martial soul, the Soul Breaking Spear. Yellow, purple, and black soul rings lit up as a dim glow spread across the