People from the Clear Sky Sect

These old friends are all experienced Sea Soul Master. With their help, this trip will be much smoother.

Half a month passed quietly, and finally it was time to go to sea.

In the early morning of this day, just after dawn, Xia Yang and his party packed up, walked out of the Hot Spring Hall, and prepared to board the ship at Vast Sea City port.

The morning fog has not yet dissipated, and there are few pedestrians on the street. There are only a few vendors who got up early and are slowly arranging their stalls around the Hot Spring Hall.

There was a damp coolness floating in the air, and the faint chirping of seagulls could be heard from the distant port.

Xia Yang and the group walked out of the Hot Spring Hall, still carrying a little bit of residual warmth on their bodies.

Then, just as they were about to turn towards the port, a clear voice suddenly came from the corner of the street.

"Everyone, please stay!"

The five people turned around at the same time when they heard the sound, and saw a young man in black clothes striding towards them.

He is in his mid-twenties, has neat short hair, a resolute face, and a steady pace.

In the blink of an eye, this young man arrived in front of Xia Yang and the others.

"Yang Wei?"

At this time, Tang Yuehua saw the person clearly and called out in surprise.

"Why are you here?"

Xia Yang and others looked at Tang Yuehua in unison, with questions in their eyes.

Xia Yang asked, "Yuehua, do you know this friend?"

Tang Yuehua quickly introduced the two parties, "Brother Xia, uncle and aunt, this is Yang Wei of the Breaking Clan, the disciple of our Clear Sky Sect."

Yang Wei clasped his hands, saluted everyone, and said, "I, Yang Wei, have met Third Miss, and have met all of you."

Xia Yang and others nodded in return. "Hello."

Tang Yuehua couldn't wait to ask, "Yang Wei, was it my elder brother who asked you to come?"

"Third Miss guessed right, it was indeed the young master who sent me here."

Yang Wei nodded slightly and added, "But before leaving, the sect leader also gave me a few special instructions."

"Father?"

Tang Yuehua Upon hearing this, his brows wrinkled unconsciously and his tone became cautious.

"He... did he ask you to take me back?"

"That's not true."

Yang Wei shook his head and explained, "The sect master just asked me to confirm your safety."

Tang Yuehua then breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense shoulders relaxed.

After a while, Tang Yuehua said, "Then your mission is completed."

"I'm fine. You can go back and resume your life."

At this time, Yang Wei had no intention of leaving.

His eyes turned to Xia Yang, and his eyes gradually became fiery.

I saw Yang Wei saying, "In addition to confirming the safety of Third Miss, the sect leader also told another thing."

"Then let me test the strength of Mister Xia."

Xia Yang raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "How do you want to test it?"

"Does that need to be said?"

Yang Wei laughed loudly and said, "Of course we'll talk about it after the fight!"

Before he finished speaking, a strong momentum burst out from Yang Wei.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.

Five Spirit Ring slowly rose from his feet and surrounded him.

At this time, Yang Wei had a pitch black spear in his hand.

He moved his arms, and the tip of the gun scratched the Bluestone Slab ground, leaving a clear white mark.

"Yang Wei, level 55 Soul King, Martial Soul: Soul Breaking Spear, please give me some advice!"

The tip of Yang Wei's gun is pointed directly at Xia Yang, full of fighting spirit.

Everyone's eyes are focused on Xia Yang.

I saw him gently waving his hand to signal everyone to step back.

Liu Erlong pulled Tang Yuehua back, and Xia Yang's parents quickly stepped aside, leaving enough space for the two of them.

Facing Yang Wei's invitation to fight, Xia Yang stopped talking. Soul Power was running in his body, and Martial Soul was released instantly.

A pair of strange-looking purple skeletal armor appeared around Xia Yang.

The rib-shaped armor body and two thick long arm bones are particularly eye-catching.

"Xia Yang, Level 46 Soul Ancestor, Martial Soul: Skeleton, please advise."

On the street, Xia Yang's forty-sixth level Soul Power was released without reservation, colliding with Yang Wei's Soul Power in the air.

Although the level difference between the two is more than ten levels, Xia Yang and Soul Power are pure and thick, and they are not inferior at all.

"How is this possible?"

Yang Wei felt the real Soul Power Fluctuation on Xia Yang, and could not hide the look of shock on his face.

"How long have you been away from the Clear Sky Sect?"

"At that time, you were not even Soul Elder. How could you have broken through to level 46 in such a short period of time?"

Yang Wei murmured in shock.

Seeing the shock on Yang Wei's face, Xia Yang couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.

It is indeed a pleasure to be able to show your strength in front of others.

It's a pity that my current strength can only be tested here at Yang Wei, and it is not enough to prove myself in front of Tang Xiao.

However, Xia Yang believes that one day, he will stand upright in front of Tang Xiao, shocking Yuehua's 'good big brother'.

"How about it? Do you want to fight or not?"

Xia Yang asked with a smile.

"Hit!"

Yang Wei answered without hesitation.

Before he finished speaking, Yang Wei was already holding Soul Breaking Spear and rushed over.

Breaking Clan and Soul Master all follow the extreme attack route, and his strongest killing move is when he takes action.

"Second Soul Skill: Through!"

"Fourth Soul Skill: Profit!"

"Fifth Soul Skill: Broken!"

Yang Wei has a black gun in his hand, pointing straight forward, forming a straight line with his arm.

At the same time, Soul Breaking Spear's gun tip also glowed with a deep black light.

The next moment, Yang Wei, armed with a gun, turned into a bolt of black lightning and pierced Xia Yang.

"Brother Xia, be careful!"

Tang Yuehua couldn't help but exclaimed, "The strongest thing about the Breaking Clan is its attack power!"

Xia Yang raised his hand to indicate to Tang Yuehua not to worry.

He also plans to experience the power of the Breaking Clan.

"Second Soul Skill: Skeleton Bodyguard!"

"Third Soul Skill: Dark Demon Evil God Transformation!"

Xia Yang crossed his arms and released defense Soul Skill and amplification Soul Skill with a calm expression.

The Bone Martial Soul around him suddenly burst into purple light, and the rib-shaped armor seemed to turn into an indestructible armor.

At the same time, strange black lines appeared on the surface of the armor, and its defense power increased again.

At this time, Yang Wei's spear was in front of him, but Xia Yang still maintained a defensive posture, obviously intending to take the blow forcefully.

"You underestimate me!"

"You underestimate our Breaking Clan's Soul Breaking Spear!"

Yang Wei was secretly angry when he saw Xia Yang being so generous. He immediately added another three points to Soul Power's output, vowing to make Xia Yang suffer a little.

"Ha!"

Yang Wei shouted loudly, and Soul Breaking Spear stabbed Xia Yang's bone armor hard.

"Bang!"

The guns and armor collided, making a muffled sound.

However, what Yang Wei couldn't believe was that the seemingly thin armor was unscathed.

"This is impossible!"

Yang Wei was stunned.

"You don't take me seriously enough. How dare you get distracted while fighting me?"

Xia Yang said displeasedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Yang urged Martial Soul's arm and grabbed Yang Wei's head.

"Not good!"

Yang Wei screams something bad.