One-Sided Crushing (Part 1)

Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others exchanged glances, seeing nothing but shock in each other's eyes!

Ten Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings!

And beyond that, there was one they had never seen before, yet the aura it gave off was enough to make their souls tremble!

"Holy shit! T-Ten... Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings!" Consecrated Elder Jiang Mo stood with his mouth agape, his voice filled with not only shock, but doubt as well.

When Little Gray had beaten up the seven Consecrated Elders back then, he had clearly only possessed Ten-Thousand Year Spirit Rings!

Six years had passed! Ten thousand years had become a hundred thousand years!

Absurd! This was utterly absurd! Absurdity had opened the door for absurdity—it was absurd all the way home!

The outskirts of the Star Dou Forest!

Five Spirit Douluos revealed their Spirit Rings at once! Their astonishing Soul Power surged outward like crashing waves!

The Strength Clan's patriarch! Tai Tan!

The Breaking Clan's patriarch! Yang Wudi!

The Speed Clan's patriarch! Bai He!

The Defense Clan's patriarch! Niu Gao!

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! Yu Luomian!

"Boy, let this old man ask you something. Answer well, and this old man will grant you a fortuitous opportunity!"

Having removed his black robe, Tai Tan crossed his arms and laughed arrogantly.

Now that the Four Clans had gathered together, it could be considered fate.

After all, the Clear Sky Sect had declined and was no longer what it once was. While the younger generation of the Four Clans had decent talent, none of them had produced a dazzling rising star!

They had come this time for two reasons: to recruit him, and to guard against Spirit Hall!

Reaching Spirit Elder rank before the age of twenty might not amount to much across the entire continent.

But if one possessed three Ten-Thousand Year Spirit Rings! Then it was no longer as simple as being a genius!

It was immense potential bearing the makings of a god!

Without exaggeration, if the Four Clans could obtain such a genius!

Once he grew up, he would absolutely crush all his peers! He might even surpass the great figures of old!

Becoming a legendary god was not impossible.

Shielding the two women behind him, Zijun smiled without speaking, catching a withered yellow leaf between two fingers.

"The man earlier... was he trying to recruit you into Spirit Hall?"

Without beating around the bush in the slightest, Tai Tan, patriarch of the Strength Clan, asked directly.

Hearing Tai Tan's question, Yang Wudi, who stood nearby, snorted coldly and turned toward Tang Hao's location.

"You ungrateful, faithless bastard! You Clear Sky Sect people! What face do you have left to keep living in this world! Get out here!"

Buzz!

The Soul Breaking Spear was held at his side as he glared over with fury in his eyes.

Hearing Yang Wudi's bitter accusations, sorrow surfaced in Tang Hao's eyes.

With a leap, he landed atop the highest branch, meeting the Four Clans' eight gazes.

"S-Sect Master! Why are you here too?!" Tai Tan looked at Tang Hao in delighted surprise, but Tang Hao merely shook his head with a bitter smile.

"The current me is unworthy of being called Sect Master. What happened back then implicated too many people. Hao has still been unable to let it go."

His deep, magnetic voice echoed through the ears of the Four Clans.

Unlike the attitudes of the other three clans, Yang Wudi sneered disdainfully.

"Hahaha... Unworthy is putting it mildly! The Clear Sky Sect left my clansmen displaced and homeless! We even had to bear Spirit Hall's wrath for you! And where was the Clear Sky Sect?!"

Faced with Yang Wudi's questioning, Tang Hao remained silent, but the expression on his face was enough to reveal the guilt in his heart.

"Wudi! Put the past aside for now. We should deal with this little fellow first. If Spirit Hall arrives, there will be another fierce battle!"

Niu Gao, who had kept a clear head, tried to persuade him. After hearing his advice,

Yang Wudi shot Tang Hao a disgusted glare before finally ignoring him and turning toward Zijun, who stood on the ground.

"This old man won't waste words with you. Choose one of our Four Clans, or promise that you will not join Spirit Hall. Then we will let you leave!"

Yang Wudi gave his advice bluntly and tossed away the dead leaf in his hand.

Before Zijun could respond, Qian Renxue, standing behind him, angrily rebuked them.

"Dream on! Even if the three of us die, we will never join your clans!"

Zijun turned sideways to look at the indignant Qian Renxue and smiled helplessly.

"Xue'er, when facing powerful enemies in the future, remember not to speak so recklessly. If we were weak, the ones dying right now would be us."

He raised a hand and gently patted Qian Renxue's jade-like hand, soft as though boneless, patiently explaining to her.

Meeting Zijun's gaze, Qian Renxue stuck out her tongue apologetically, then hid beside Gu Yuena without another word.

"It's not too late to stop now. If you wait any longer... you might get hurt."

Turning again toward the members of the Four Clans in the distance, Zijun spoke with playful amusement.

Whoosh! Boom!

The spear shot forth like a dragon! Its sharp tip gleamed with a chilling light!

It aimed straight for Zijun's face!

"If persuasion is useless, then this old man can only eliminate this future trouble!"

Yang Wudi gripped the spear shaft with both hands! His expression remained cold as he unleashed his first soul skill!

"Soul Breaking Spear... Quake!"

Pale blue spatial power enveloped the three of them!

Spreading his arms, Zijun carried Qian Renxue and the other woman backward in a slide!

Relying on his graceful, fluid spatial power, he evaded Yang Wudi's attack!

Boom!

Powerful red Soul Power smashed fiercely into the ground!

For a moment, dust filled the air, and shattered stones struck the surrounding tree trunks indiscriminately.

What bizarre movement technique! This kid really has some skills!

Pulling the spear from the ground, Yang Wudi swung its shaft to shake off the mud clinging to its tip.

He held it at his side!

Lowering his center of gravity! With the spear held horizontally beside his cheek, Yang Wudi charged forward once more!

"Dying by this old man's hand can be considered the fortune of three lifetimes for you, brat! Eighth Soul Skill! Extinguish!"

Boom!

Red Soul Power, like an inferno, spread in all directions! Spirit Beasts within several kilometers fled desperately like startled birds!

"Die!"

Buzz!

The Soul Breaking Spear in Yang Wudi's hand seemed to surpass the speed of light!

It stabbed toward Zijun at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow!

Boom!

The entire Star Dou Forest seemed to have suffered an earthquake! After a brief tremor, it fell still again!

"You're courting death!!"

A savage roar spread through the entire outskirts of the Star Dou Forest!

A red figure descended from the sky! Raising one hand, his fingers curled into claws as he caught the incoming Soul Breaking Spear's tip!

He pressed his arm downward! The tough Soul Breaking Spear slowly bent, as though it could snap at any moment!

His five fingers clenched into a fist!

Bang~!

The Soul Breaking Spear before him shattered with a sound! It turned into a Broken Spear and fell to the ground!

He pulled his arm back! Yang Wudi, whose martial soul had suffered severe damage, spat blood as his body flew uncontrollably toward him!

He suddenly turned! One kick slammed into Yang Wudi's chest!

Crack!

The ribs in his chest seemed to shatter beneath that kick, producing a crisp sound of breaking bones!

A powerful blast of air appeared out of nowhere behind him, knocking the surrounding grass and trees backward!

Whoosh~ Bam! Bam bam bam!

Yang Wudi's body was like a deflated balloon, bouncing up and down as it smashed into the ground and rolled away!

Bang!

Only when his body crashed into a massive boulder did it finally stop!

The view closed in! At this moment, blood flowed from Yang Wudi's seven orifices. If not for the faint movement of his chest, others would have thought he had perished on the spot!

Gulp!

The sound of swallowing echoed through the air with perfect clarity.

Tai Tan and the others stared at the person on the ground with horrified expressions!

T-Ten... Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings!

Tang Hao and the others' pupils constricted in terror! They found the sight before them utterly horrifying!