Clear Sky Sect's Vassal Powers, Annihilated

"Old White Bird, Old White Bird! Don't just stand there, hurry up and use your Speed Clan's Great Bird Flight Technique! I'm going with Chrysanthemum Douluo to raze the nest of those Clear Sky Sect bastards!"

Yang Wudi shouted at Bai He. How could he not know that his Breaking Clan, along with the other affiliated clans, had joined Martial Soul Hall? Yet, Qian Daoliu had bestowed the Aromatic Silk Beauty only upon the Breaking Clan. Was this the reason the Breaking Clan had surrendered so quickly?

Of course not. It was because only the Breaking Clan could maximize the effects of the Aromatic Silk Beauty. To make the Martial Soul Hall spirit masters believe in this, and to let the Breaking Clan prove their loyalty by wiping out the affiliated forces outside the Clear Sky Sect's hidden sanctuary, was simply a way for the Breaking Clan to earn merit.

Yang Wudi could figure this out, and naturally, Ning Fengzhi could too. He was increasingly shocked by Qian Daoliu's meticulous thinking; it was completely incomparable to Qian Xunji.

By sending the Breaking Clan to earn merit, the other surrendered clans wouldn't feel unbalanced that only the Breaking Clan received the immortal herb, showing that Martial Soul Hall rewarded and punished clearly. Furthermore, by dispatching the Speed Clan, he forced this kin of the Clear Sky Sect to forge a blood feud, ensuring the Speed Clan would never dare to harbor ulterior motives.

Chrysanthemum Douluo stepped forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it, Bai He? Is the Speed Clan unwilling to serve our Martial Soul Hall?"

"That is not it, Elder Chrysanthemum," Bai He said hurriedly, sighing deeply in his heart and offering a silent apology to his deceased sister.

Bai He waved his hand, and over a dozen Speed Clan disciples stepped forward. As their spirit rings lit up, their Sharp-Tailed Swift martial souls possessed them.

Bai He was actually a great fool; he didn't hold much resentment toward Tang Hao and still had feelings for the Clear Sky Sect, but the Speed Clan disciples didn't necessarily share his magnanimity.

The Speed Clan disciples formed a human ladder, stacking themselves in a four-three-two-one formation, their spirit power intertwining.

A loud, piercing swallow cry rang out, and a gale erupted. Two massive wings flapped, and a giant Sharp-Tailed Swift the size of a small mountain appeared.

This was the unique secret technique of the Speed Clan, capable of rapidly transporting troops on a large scale.

The Four Single-Attribute Clans: The Strength Clan specialized in strength while possessing exquisite blacksmithing skills; the Defense Clan specialized in defense while possessing exquisite construction skills; the Breaking Clan specialized in attack while possessing exquisite alchemy skills.

If the Speed Clan didn't have some other skills, it wouldn't be worthy of being ranked alongside the Strength, Defense, and Breaking clans as one of the cornerstones of the Clear Sky Sect.

Chrysanthemum Douluo led the Breaking Clan, stepping onto the back of the massive Sharp-Tailed Swift. With a gust of wind, the creature soared into the sky like a cyan arrow, its speed no less than that of a spirit master who had just broken through to the Title Douluo realm.

"Clear Sky Sect, pray for your own survival."

Ning Fengzhi murmured, glancing at Ghost Douluo, Bibi Dong, and Qian Renxue. His heart stirred, but the killing intent that had just risen was quickly suppressed.

With his support, if Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo struck, they could certainly kill all three. The death of Ghost Douluo wouldn't matter, but killing Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue...

One was the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, a genius rarely seen in a century; the other was the Young Mistress of Martial Soul Hall, the successor to the next Pope. The loss their deaths would cause to Martial Soul Hall would be no less than the Clear Sky Sect losing Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.

But he wasn't tired of living. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be waiting to be slaughtered and hunted across the entire continent. Such thoughts were best kept to himself. Qian Daoliu and the ten Title Douluos of Martial Soul Hall were truly terrifying.

Afterward, the Martial Soul Hall spirit master troops marched into the Clear Sky Mountain Range. Those gold pillars made of pure gold that seemed impossible to move, and the immature heavenly treasures in the herb garden—nothing was left behind; everything was taken.

The Clear Sky Plaza, stone stairs, and the Clear Sky Main Hall, all built by the Clear Sky Sect from hard materials like marble and granite, were also smashed and taken in their entirety.

The Defense Clan specialized in construction, and the vast majority of all buildings in the entire Clear Sky Mountain Range were their handiwork. To them, these were excellent building materials.

If it's useful, take it!

Three hundred miles east of Heaven Dou City.

There was a small village, much like any other seen across the continent. Wisps of cooking smoke rose from all over the village; it was almost time for lunch. At the entrance, several children were playing, and in the nearby fields, many people were packing up their farm tools, preparing to return to the village to eat.

Behind the small village lay a mountain range surrounded by peaks, and the largest mountain at the highest point was the place where Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu had their final battle—the hidden sanctuary of the Clear Sky Sect.

Before Tang Chen left the Clear Sky Sect, he had told them everything, and over the decades, the Clear Sky Sect had long since sent people to finish constructing the interior of that mountain.

The howling wind and rolling clouds attracted the attention of almost everyone in the small village.

"Big! Such a big bird! How can there be such a big bird?"

"No, that looks like a swallow."

"The Speed Clan? Why would they come here? At this time, shouldn't they be at the Clear Sky Sect fighting Martial Soul Hall?"

In the small village, several Clear Sky Sect disciples, dressed no differently from ordinary commoners, saw the giant Sharp-Tailed Swift heading toward the village. A sense of foreboding rose in their hearts, and they turned and hurried toward the mountains behind them.

The Sharp-Tailed Swift landed in front of the small village. The gale caused by its landing knocked over the village's picket fences.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and the Breaking Clan disciples jumped off the back of the Sharp-Tailed Swift. The Speed Clan disciples dissolved the formation, and the giant Sharp-Tailed Swift reverted into a dozen human-sized swallows.

Chrysanthemum Douluo pinched his fingers into an orchid gesture, his spiritual power covering the entire village. "I never expected the Clear Sky Sect to be hidden in such a small village. If it weren't for the Great Elder, I'm afraid Martial Soul Hall could have searched for a hundred years and never found the location of the Clear Sky Sect."

Yang Wudi said, "Those damn Clear Sky Sect bastards, they really know how to hide."

"Who are you? Please leave; we don't welcome outsiders here," several villagers holding hoes approached and spoke, their tone cautious.

Chrysanthemum Douluo sneered, "We will leave, but only after we have killed every one of you."

The villagers had breathed a sigh of relief at the first sentence, but were immediately filled with terror.

White, yellow, purple, and black spirit rings lit up. There were spirit masters in the small village, but their numbers were few and their levels generally low; many still had ten-year spirit rings as their first.

The Breaking Clan moved out, wielding their Soul Breaking Spears to carry out a bloody massacre. In just a few minutes, not a single one of the hundreds of people in the small village remained alive.

The reason it took so long to deal with these weak spirit masters was mainly the time spent running from one end of the village to the other.