One Finger Slays Tai Tan, Three Clans Kneel in Submission

"Hmph!"

Tai Tan snorted coldly.

"If you want the Strength Clan to submit, step over my dead body first!"

"As you wish!"

Ye Xian casually raised his left hand and lightly pointed his index finger in Tai Tan's charging direction.

"Whoosh—!"

An Ice-blue beam condensed to the utmost extreme shot from Ye Xian's fingertip in an instant.

Tai Tan's expression changed drastically. He wanted to flee, only to discover that Ye Xian's spiritual power had already locked onto him.

He froze in place, unable to move.

The instant he came into contact with the ice-blue beam, his entire body stiffened.

"Pfft!"

A faint yet hair-raising sound of penetration rang out.

The ice-blue beam struck precisely between Tai Tan's brows, where thick Soul Power armor covered him.

The frenzied fury and resolve in his eyes instantly faded.

They were replaced by utter horror and bewilderment.

A tiny ice-blue hole was clearly visible between his brows.

No blood flowed from it, because everything had frozen in that instant.

"Crack... crack!"

Fine cracks of ice spread from the hole like a spiderweb, instantly crawling across Tai Tan's head, neck, torso, and limbs.

His mountain-like, brawny body began to break apart beneath everyone's horrified gazes.

The next second, Tai Tan's enormous body exploded with a thunderous blast.

Countless chunks of Ice Crystal, large and small and gleaming with a ghostly blue chill, scattered in all directions like a suddenly blooming Ice Lotus.

Within every shard, the finest structures of Tai Tan's bodily tissue had been frozen solid.

Tai Tan, Clan Leader of the Strength Clan and a peak Soul Douluo expert,

had been reduced to fragments of Ice Crystal filling the sky with a single finger from Ye Xian, the new Pope of Spirit Hall. Not even a corpse remained!

A dead silence instantly enveloped the entire training ground.

Niu Gao stood rigidly in place, as though he had been petrified.

Looking at the spot where Tai Tan had stood moments ago, now completely empty save for Ice Crystal fragments scattered across the ground and still radiating cold, a chill surged from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

The defense he had always been proud of was likely not much stronger than Tai Tan's before that single finger.

Bai He's body swayed violently. All liveliness vanished from his face, leaving behind only terror that seeped into his bones.

Yang Wudi gripped the Soul Breaking Spear so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

As he stared at the Ice Crystal filling the air, his heart was filled with despair.

Before Ye Xian, they were nothing more than a swarm of ants.

He could wipe them out with a flick of his finger.

"Tai Tan, Clan Leader of the Strength Clan, was stubborn beyond redemption and insisted on opposing Spirit Hall. He has now been executed."

Ye Xian's cold voice broke the silence.

His gaze, like Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice, swept over Niu Gao, Bai He, and Yang Wudi.

And the clan members behind them, who had long since been frightened out of their wits and drained of color.

"I have come here today precisely to give you an opportunity..."

Ye Xian's voice was not loud, yet it carried an absolute pressure that held life and death in its grasp.

"Pledge allegiance to Spirit Hall, share in its glory, and rebuild your splendor, or..."

"Leave this world painlessly, just like Tai Tan."

"The favor Clear Sky Sect showed you was treating you as pawns that could be discarded at any time."

Ye Xian's voice remained cold, yet it carried a force that pierced straight into their hearts.

"And today, I have come in person to give you a chance to regain and surpass your former glory."

As his words fell, he lightly waved his right hand.

Buzz!

Three scrolls condensed with different lights and radiating powerful auras appeared out of thin air before him, floating in midair.

The first scroll was entirely an ancient, weighty dark gold.

One corner of it unfurled, revealing densely packed architectural diagrams within that glinted with a metallic chill.

The second scroll was an unusual translucent purple.

A faint purple mist lingered around it, radiating a heart-palpitating aura of sharpness and penetration.

It was a speed and movement technique unique to Spirit Hall.

The third scroll was the most peculiar.

Seven-colored rays continuously shifted across its surface, while the names, medicinal properties, and required ages of countless rare herbs flowed past like a waterfall.

The instant the Seven-Colored Scroll appeared, Yang Wudi's body, as hard and cold as a boulder, trembled sharply.

His hand on the spear shaft instantly loosened, then tightly covered the medicine pouch at his waist.

His hawk-sharp eyes erupted with an almost crazed, burning light as they stared fixedly at the scroll in Ye Xian's hand.

"Pledge allegiance and submit to Spirit Hall, and these shall be the rewards I bestow upon you!"

Yang Wudi suddenly drew a deep breath, as though he had made the most important decision of his life.

His attachment to Clear Sky Sect was the shallowest. He stepped forward at once, dropped to one knee in Ye Xian's direction, and bowed deeply.

"Yang Wudi, Clan Leader of the Breaking Clan, leads the entire clan in pledging allegiance to Your Holiness the Pope! From this day forth, all bonds of gratitude and righteousness with Clear Sky Sect are severed!"

The final four words were resolute and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

As he knelt, every member of the Breaking Clan present seemed to have had their spines pulled out. They all fell to their knees, trembling.

Niu Gao looked at the kneeling Yang Wudi, then turned his gaze toward the Dark Gold Building Blueprint floating before him.

The next second, he too stepped forward and dropped to one knee, his voice rumbling like muffled thunder.

"Niu Gao, Clan Leader of the Defense Clan, leads the entire clan in pledging allegiance to Your Holiness the Pope! From this day forth, we have no further ties with Clear Sky Sect!"

His heavy head lowered, representing the submission of the Defense Clan.

With the Breaking Clan and Defense Clan both submitting, all the pressure instantly fell upon Bai He.

Ye Xian's gaze locked onto him like two invisible ice awls.

"Bai He, Clan Leader of the Speed Clan..."

A strained voice emerged. Bai He slowly dropped to one knee and lowered his proud head.

"I lead the entire clan in pledging allegiance to Your Holiness the Pope, and severing all ties with Clear Sky Sect!"

Thus, among the four single-attribute clans, under the absolute force and precise psychological assault of Ye Xian, the new Pope of Spirit Hall,

Three Clans submitted, while one clan was destroyed.

Ye Xian's cold gaze swept over the three kneeling clan leaders and their clansmen.

With a light tap of his finger, the three floating Light Scrolls turned into three streaks of light and shot toward Yang Wudi, Niu Gao, and Bai He respectively.

"Remember your choice."

Ye Xian's voice was like a final, freezing Edict.

"From this day onward, your Three Clans shall be incorporated into the ranks of the Spirit Hall Outer Hall."

"You will remain in Dragon Rise City for now. Tomorrow, designated Spirit Hall personnel will come to coordinate and contact you."

"Spirit Hall will provide whatever resources you require. But if you harbor any disloyalty..."

At those final words, killing intent spread out once more in an instant. Every kneeling person shuddered violently and buried their heads even lower.

"Die!"

With that, Ye Xian did not linger any longer.

The Frost King Throne slowly vanished, transforming into a streak of blue light that swiftly departed.

Along with it vanished the terrifying, extreme pressure.

Qian Renxue's sacred gaze swept across the scene, carrying a trace of pity.

It eventually fell upon Ye Xian's aloof and cold back. She moved with graceful steps and followed him.

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei's figure silently merged into the shadows.

A trace of sickly satisfaction and reverence rested on Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's effeminate face as he followed closely behind.

Only the kneeling clan leaders of the Three Clans remained in the training ground, along with the coldness permeating the deathly silence.

Their expressions were complicated as they stood frozen in place, their hearts unable to calm for a long while.