"Old White Bird, Old White Bird! Stop standing there in a daze! Quickly use the Speed Clan's Great Bird Flight Technique! Chrysanthemum Douluo and I are going to destroy those Clear Sky Sect bastards' nest!"
Yang Wudi shouted at Bai He. How could he not know that his Breaking Clan and the major affiliated clans had all joined Spirit Hall? Yet Qian Daoliu had only bestowed an Immortal Grade Herb upon the Breaking Clan. Was that because the Breaking Clan had surrendered quickly?
Of course not. Only the Breaking Clan could maximize the effects of the Aromatic Silk Beauty. Having the Breaking Clan eliminate the affiliated forces outside the Clear Sky Sect's hidden refuge was merely a way to earn them merit, so that Spirit Hall's Soul Masters would accept their receiving this Immortal Grade Herb.
Yang Wudi could think of it, so naturally Ning Fengzhi could as well. He was increasingly shocked by Qian Daoliu's meticulous thinking, which was utterly beyond comparison to Qian Xunji's.
He sent the Breaking Clan to earn merit, ensuring that the other surrendered affiliated clans would not feel resentful because only the Breaking Clan had received an Immortal Grade Herb, letting them know that Spirit Hall rewarded and punished fairly. He had also dispatched the Speed Clan, making this kinsman clan of the Clear Sky Sect form an irreconcilable enmity with them, leaving the Speed Clan no room for divided loyalties.
Chrysanthemum Douluo stepped forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it, Bai He? Is the Speed Clan unwilling to serve Spirit Hall?"
"That is not the case, Chrysanthemum Elder." Bai He hurriedly replied, sighing deeply within as he apologized to his deceased sister.
Bai He waved his hand, and over a dozen Speed Clan disciples stepped out. Soul Rings lit up beneath their feet as their Sharp-Tailed Swift Martial Souls possessed them.
Bai He was truly a miserable fool. He did not particularly resent Tang Hao and still held affection for the Clear Sky Sect, but the Speed Clan disciples might not be as broad-minded as Bai He.
The Speed Clan disciples stacked themselves like a human ladder, forming layers of four, three, two, and one. The Soul Power of the dozen or so disciples intertwined.
A clear, piercing swallow's cry rang out as wild winds surged. Two enormous wings flapped, and a giant Sharp-Tailed Swift, as large as a small mountain, appeared.
This was the Speed Clan's unique technique, capable of rapidly transporting large numbers of troops.
Among the Four Single-Attribute Clans, the Strength Clan specialized in strength and possessed superb forging skills; the Defense Clan specialized in defense and possessed superb construction skills; the Breaking Clan specialized in attack and possessed superb pill-refining skills.
If the Speed Clan had no other talents, it would not have been worthy of standing alongside the Strength, Defense, and Breaking Clans as one of the Four Single-Attribute Clans, becoming one of the Clear Sky Sect's foundations.
Chrysanthemum Douluo led the Breaking Clan onto the giant Sharp-Tailed Swift's back, stepping along its wings. A gale swept past, and the Sharp-Tailed Swift soared into the sky like a green arrow shooting straight into the heavens. Its speed was no less than that of a Soul Master who had just broken through to Title Douluo.
"Clear Sky Sect, fend for yourselves."
Ning Fengzhi muttered, glancing from the corner of his eye at Ghost Douluo, Bibi Dong, and Qian Renxue. A thought stirred within him, but the killing intent that had just risen was forcibly suppressed.
With his support and Sword and Bone Douluo taking action, they would surely be able to kill all three of them. Ghost Douluo's death would mean nothing, but killing Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue...
One was Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, a genius unseen in a century. The other was Spirit Hall's Young Master, the successor to the next Pope. The losses Spirit Hall would suffer from killing them would be no different from the Clear Sky Sect losing Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.
But he was not tired of living. Was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect just waiting for its entire clan to be slaughtered and hunted across the continent? It was enough to merely entertain such thoughts in his heart. Qian Daoliu and Spirit Hall's ten Title Douluo were truly terrifying.
Afterward, Spirit Hall's Soul Master forces advanced into the Clear Sky Mountain Range. The golden pillars made of pure gold, which seemed impossible to move, and the heavenly treasures in the immature herb gardens were all taken away, leaving nothing behind.
The Clear Sky Sect's Clear Sky Plaza, stone stairways, Clear Sky Main Hall, and other structures built from hard materials like marble and granite... were smashed apart and carted away as well.
The Defense Clan specialized in construction. Nearly all the buildings throughout the Clear Sky Mountain Range had been built by them. To them, these things were excellent construction materials.
If it was useful, take it away!
Three hundred li east of Heaven Dou City.
A small village, no different in size from countless others across the continent, had wisps of cooking smoke rising from every corner. It was nearly time for lunch. At the village entrance, several children were playing, while many people in the nearby fields were putting away their farming tools, preparing to return to the village for their meal.
Behind the village lay a mountain range surrounded by peaks. At its highest point stood a massive mountain—the place where Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu had last fought, and also the Clear Sky Sect's hidden refuge.
Before Tang Chen left the Clear Sky Sect, he had told them everything. Over the following decades, the Clear Sky Sect had long since finished constructing the interior of that mountain.
Gales swept through the air, churning the clouds and drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the village.
"Big! What a huge bird! How can there be such a huge bird?"
"No, that looks like a swallow."
"The Speed Clan? Why are they here? Shouldn't they be fighting Spirit Hall at the Clear Sky Sect right now?"
Several Clear Sky Sect disciples in the village, dressed no differently from ordinary villagers, saw the giant Sharp-Tailed Swift heading toward the village. A sense of foreboding rose in their hearts, and they turned to hurry toward the mountain range behind them.
Before the Sharp-Tailed Swift landed in the village, the violent wind raised by its descent directly knocked down the village's fenced enclosures.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and the Breaking Clan disciples leaped down from the Sharp-Tailed Swift one after another. The Speed Clan disciples released the formation, and the giant Sharp-Tailed Swift transformed into over a dozen small swifts the size of humans.
Chrysanthemum Douluo pinched his orchid fingers together as his spiritual power covered the entire village. "I truly did not expect the Clear Sky Sect to be hidden in such a tiny village. If not for the Grand Pontiff, Spirit Hall might not have found the Clear Sky Sect's location even after searching for a hundred years."
Yang Wudi said, "Those Clear Sky Sect bastards really knew how to hide."
"Who are you? Please leave. Outsiders are not welcome here." Several villagers holding hoes slowly approached and spoke, their tones somewhat cautious.
Chrysanthemum Douluo sneered. "We will leave, but only after we kill all of you."
The villagers had sighed in relief at his first sentence, but terror immediately overtook them.
White, yellow, purple, and black Soul Rings lit up. There were Soul Masters in the village, but not many, and their levels were generally low. Many even had ten-year Soul Rings as their first Soul Ring.
The Breaking Clan moved out, wielding Soul Breaking Spears as they carried out a bloody massacre. In mere minutes, not a single one of the village's several hundred residents remained alive.
The reason it took so long to deal with these weak Soul Masters was mainly because running from one end of the village to the other took some time.
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