Douluo: Black Hole Spirit, Inheriting the God of Destruction at the Start

Seeing that Titan remained obsessed and unrepentant, Yang Wudi did not want to say anything more.

He had always known that Spirit Hall kept people stationed to monitor the Four Great Clans.

However, he was also clear about their objective. It was nothing more than preventing them from sneaking back to the Haotian Sect.

After all, back in the battle years ago, Spirit Hall had gone to great lengths to deplete the strength of the Haotian Sect; how could they possibly allow it to recover so easily?

Yet, one thing left him somewhat puzzled: in recent years, the number of people monitoring the vicinity of the Po Clan had been decreasing.

Although he did not know why, it was a good thing regardless.

But wanting him to persuade Yang Wuhui to help them return to the Haotian Sect? That was absolutely impossible!

Based on his understanding of Yang Wuhui, if the other party went to the Haotian Sect, it would be a miracle if a fight didn't break out.

This fellow Titan actually dared to set his sights on him.

It was simply like an old man eating arsenic—tired of living!

"Old Orangutan, I can't help you with this matter! Furthermore, I advise you to give up this thought. Otherwise, you've seen my uncle's temper!"

Hearing this, just as Titan wanted to say something more, Yang Wuhui had already discovered their little movements.

"Ahem!! If you have something to say, just say it directly. What's the point of whispering secretly?"

Seeing this, Titan could only shut his mouth in embarrassment.

But soon, he thought of another question and hurriedly asked, "Your Excellency, this junior once heard that your ninth spirit ring is a 100,000-year spirit ring. I wonder if that is true or false?"

"Why are you asking about this?"

Hearing the other party inquire about this, Yang Wuhui was somewhat puzzled.

Although this was not a secret—after all, there were quite a few people in Tiandou City who knew about it—the fact that the other party brought it up specifically meant he definitely had his own agenda!

Seeing Yang Wuhui so vigilant, Titan stopped beating around the bush.

"Your Excellency, since you can possess a 100,000-year spirit ring, you must have the ability to hunt such spirit beasts. If I use the trail of a 100,000-year spirit beast as a bargaining chip, I wonder if you would agree to one condition of mine!"

After speaking, a smile appeared on the corner of Titan's mouth.

He believed that the other party would definitely agree.

After all, the benefits brought by a 100,000-year spirit beast were something the other party definitely understood deeply!

As for that 100,000-year spirit beast? That was something he had discovered by accident.

Three years ago, when he took his son to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for his fifth spirit ring, he had inadvertently seen a 100,000-year Titan Giant Ape on the outskirts.

Although he didn't know why it appeared on the outskirts, he knew this was an opportunity.

Thus, after tracking it all the way, he finally figured out its lair.

If it weren't for the fact that he lacked the ability, he would have wanted to keep this spirit beast as his own ninth spirit ring.

Now it seemed this discovery was not entirely useless!

"The trail of a 100,000-year spirit beast?"

Hearing the other party's bargaining chip, Yang Wuhui hesitated.

Although he was already raising a 100,000-year spirit beast in his own courtyard, who would ever complain about having too many of such spirit beasts?

After all, the future Po Clan would definitely not be short of Title Douluo.

Therefore, for the sake of his clansmen, he decided to hear the other party's condition first.

"Let's talk about your condition first!"

Hearing this, Titan did not hesitate to voice his idea of wanting Yang Wuhui to escort the Li Clan.

After listening, Yang Wuhui was so angry he laughed.

This guy actually wanted him to escort them to the Haotian Sect?

Was he really not afraid that he would just finish them off halfway there?

After all, he had never been soft-hearted when dealing with enemies.

At this moment, Yang Wudi was also very helpless.

He had already told him not to mention the Haotian Sect in front of Yang Wuhui, so why wouldn't he listen?

Oh well, now he could only hope that Ziyuan would arrive soon. Otherwise, he was afraid he would have to collect Titan's corpse.

"W-what?"

Hearing these words from the other party, Titan's face instantly turned deathly pale.

He did not understand why Yang Wuhui was so hostile toward the Haotian Sect.

Could it be just because the clansmen of the Po Clan had suffered heavy casualties?

Thinking of this, Titan could not help but feel somewhat helpless.

After all, this was an indisputable fact.

Back then, if Spirit Hall hadn't wanted to use their fate to intimidate other forces, they would have been dead long ago.

"Your Excellency, is there really no room for negotiation?"

Seeing that Tai Tan still refused to give up, Yang Wuhui decided to teach him a lesson.

Just as he was about to make a move, the intrusion of a figure made him stop.

"Ziyuan, why are you here?"

Hearing this, Yang Ziyuan felt a bit confused.

Wasn't it his second uncle who told him to come? Could it be...

Looking at Tai Tan before him, Yang Ziyuan immediately understood Yang Wudi's purpose in calling him over.

After listening to Yang Wudi's telepathic message, Yang Ziyuan couldn't help but admire Tai Tan's stubbornness.

His own grandfather had already put it that way, yet you still dared to provoke him; wasn't this just asking for death?

Not to mention that they had just taught Tang Hao and his son a lesson not long ago, let alone the Po Clan itself.

Nowadays, there wasn't a single person in the Po Clan who didn't harbor hatred toward the Haotian Sect.

And yet, this man dared to openly wave the banner for the Haotian Sect; if this wasn't asking for death, what was?

"Forget it, since you're already here, there happens to be something for you to do!"

As he spoke, Yang Wuhui turned his head to look at Tai Tan.

"Kid, do you dare to make a bet with this old man?"

"A bet? Your Excellency, please speak clearly!"

"This is my grandson, Yang Ziyuan. As long as you can hold out under his hands for the time it takes for one incense stick to burn, this old man will agree to your terms! However, if you lose, you must tell us the whereabouts of that one-hundred-thousand-year spirit beast!"

A mere greenhorn, how much skill could he possibly have?

This must be that the other party had been persuaded by Yang Wudi, so he was just looking for a way to save face.

However, even so, he couldn't push his luck. He would just go easy on the boy during the match later.

"Your Excellency, I accept this bet!"

After saying this, Tai Tan looked at Yang Wudi with a face full of gratitude.

Yang Wudi, on the other hand, wore an expression that said, "May you be blessed."

"Good, straightforward!"

Hearing the other party agree, Yang Wuhui was instantly overjoyed.

Does this guy really think I've gone senile?

Once you've been taught a lesson by Ziyuan, let's see how you manage to keep smiling!

Subsequently, everyone arrived outside the house.

"Nephew, don't say I'm bullying you; I'll let you have three moves first!"

Hearing this, Yang Ziyuan was dumbfounded.

Good grief, are you really that brave?

Forget three moves; even if it were just one, if you can still stand up afterward, I'll consider myself the loser!

"Fine, since that's the case, Senior, you had better be ready! Fifth spirit skill, Gravity Storm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spirit rings on Yang Ziyuan's body lined up in order—purple, purple, purple, black, red, red!

Immediately following, a flash of red light streaked by, and a black storm appeared in its wake.

The next second, it surged toward Tai Tan with crushing force.