"Ha ha ha! Arrogant!!" Yang Wudi laughed mockingly, pointing at Tang Yu with utter conceit. "You're a junior not even twenty years old, yet you dare dream of defeating me, Yang Wudi!"
"Ridiculous!!"
"Fine! What would I, Yang Wudi, dare not do!"
"But let me warn you, kid, I won't go easy on you. If I cripple you, you'll have only yourself to blame!"
Bai He shook his head repeatedly in exasperation. "Truly young and reckless, ignorant and fearless! Tang Yu, you're far too overconfident. Yang Wudi's strength isn't something a Soul King like you can contend against. You'll suffer for this."
Niu Gao sneered, "You're overestimating yourself."
"But if that old goat really loses, my Defense Clan will submit to you too!"
"So will my Speed Clan."
"So will my Strength Clan."
"Then come, Yang Wudi." Tang Yu slowly stepped forward.
He did not care at all about the contempt in the eyes of these four clan leaders.
No amount of words could compare to using strength to beat them into submission.
"Heh, you clueless kid. Ten moves! Within ten moves, you'll be lying on the ground!" Yang Wudi said arrogantly.
Eight Soul Rings emerged beneath his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black. He was an eighty-second-level Soul Douluo.
A long spear glowing with red light also appeared in his hand. This spear was called the Soul Breaking Spear!
"Is that so? You really are confident. I hope you can stay this confident later."
Tang Yu gave a cold smile.
He released his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, and yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black, red—six Soul Rings emerged beneath his feet!
The crimson radiance of the hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring illuminated the entire hall!
Yang Wudi, Niu Gao, Bai He, Tai Tan, and everyone from the Break,