Suppressing the Speed Clan

The night was as dark as ink, the moonlight obscured by thick, heavy clouds.

After a full day and night of high-speed maneuvering, the vanguard led by Bibi Dong arrived at the encampment of the Speed Clan.

The Speed Clan's base was located deep within a dense forest, a complex terrain designed for concealment and escape. Yet, in the face of absolute power, even the most advantageous terrain was futile.

The locations and distributions of the Four Great Clans had been under investigation by Golden Crocodile ever since Qian Xunji returned to Martial Soul City heavily wounded. Thus, after Bibi Dong ascended to the throne, she did not need to waste much time on such matters.

"Your Holiness, the encirclement is complete."

The feminine voice of Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan, rang out beside Bibi Dong. "Two thousand spirit masters have sealed off every exit within a five-mile radius; not even a fly could escape."

"Very good."

Bibi Dong sat upon her war chariot, her gaze cold as she stared at the seemingly tranquil camp ahead.

This was an asymmetrical massacre.

The Speed Clan's greatest strengths were reconnaissance and speed. Although their martial souls were of decent quality, in a head-on battlefield, their combat power could not compare to power-attack or even other speed-attack types of the same rank.

Furthermore, the entire Speed Clan, including their families, numbered fewer than five hundred people, with fewer than three hundred being actual combatants.

With two thousand spirit masters from Martial Soul Hall, this was a total dimensional strike in terms of both numbers and strength.

"Remember my orders."

Bibi Dong turned her head to look at the two elders, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, behind her, her tone chilling:

"The Speed Clan's greatest talent is running away. Their Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow martial soul grants them speed that reigns supreme among their peers. Once they take to the skies, catching them will be difficult."

"Therefore, be swift! Be ruthless!"

"Seal the airspace first, then advance on the ground!"

"Your task is to lead the assault."

"I want you to charge into the core area at maximum speed and subdue Bai He, along with those direct descendants who possess the Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow martial soul."

"These people are the best bait and potential bargaining chips for the future; capture them alive if possible."

"As for the others..."

A cold glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes as her scepter struck the ground with a heavy thud:

"If they resist or attempt to break through, kill them without mercy!"

"Understood!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance. Although their injuries had not yet fully healed, dealing with the Speed Clan—a group that excelled in speed but was as fragile as glass—was more than enough.

"Move out!"

Following Bibi Dong's command.

Whoosh—!

Two figures darted out like ghosts, instantly vanishing into the darkness. Following closely behind were one hundred elite spirit kings; like reapers in the night, they lunged silently toward their unsuspecting prey.

Speed Clan, Clan Head's residence.

Bai He sat in his study, staring at a piece of intelligence in his hand, his brows tightly knitted.

Martial Soul Hall's recent movements had been far too aggressive. The new Pope had ascended the throne, issued a continent-wide warrant for Tang Hao, and even threatened to raze the Clear Sky Sect to the ground. This left a lingering sense of intense unease in his heart.

"Is there still no word from the Clear Sky Sect?" Bai He asked his confidant.

"Reporting to the Clan Head, not yet." The confidant shook his head. "The sect is also in a state of panic. I heard the Sect Master has ordered heightened security, but no special instructions have been passed down these past few days."

"Sigh..."

Bai He sighed, rubbing his temples. "That Tang Hao is truly a troublemaker. He's poked a hole in the sky, and now he's dragging us relatives into this fear and anxiety."

"Clan Head, don't worry too much." The confidant comforted him. "Even if Martial Soul Hall is overbearing, they wouldn't dare lay a hand on us, would they? After all, we are merely an affiliated clan, and we didn't participate in that incident..."

"BOOM—!!!"

Before the confidant could finish his sentence, a deafening explosion erupted outside the residence!

Immediately following, flames soared into the sky, and the sounds of screams and battle cries instantly tore the night's silence apart.

"What is happening?!"

Bai He turned pale with shock and lunged to his feet.

"Enemy attack!!!"

"It's Martial Soul Hall!! They've broken in!!"

Outside the door, a blood-soaked disciple stumbled in, his eyes filled with despair. "Clan Head! Run! There are so many of them! They are everywhere!!"

"Martial Soul Hall?!"

Bai He felt a buzzing in his brain; the thing he feared most had come to pass.

"How dare they..."

"Old bird, trust you've been well?"

Just then, a feminine and mocking voice rang out from the rooftop.

Bai He jerked his head up to see a figure clad in golden armor, holding the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, standing there and looking down at him with eyes full of the pleasure of a cat playing with a mouse.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo... Yue Guan?!"

Bai He's heart instantly turned cold.

A Titled Douluo!

Martial Soul Hall had actually dispatched a Titled Douluo to deal with their small Speed Clan?!

"Run! Run quickly!!"

Bai He reacted with lightning speed; without a moment's hesitation, he unfurled his wings, transforming into a streak of light as he attempted to smash through the roof and escape.

He knew that against a Titled Douluo, he had no chance of victory.

His only hope was to rely on his world-class speed to escape and report the news to the Clear Sky Sect!

"Running?"

Yue Guan covered his mouth and chuckled, "Under my nose, do you really think you can get away?"

"Old Ghost!"

"Hehehe..."

A chilling, eerie laugh echoed behind Bai He.

Bai He felt a bone-deep cold wash over him, and before he could react, a pitch-black ghostly shadow had latched onto his legs like a maggot on a rotting bone.

Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei!

"Martial Soul Hall! You go too far!!"

Bai He roared, desperately pushing his soul power to break through, but his pride and joy—his speed—could not be utilized at all under the joint suppression of the two Titled Douluos.

Below, screams and cries rose one after another.

Although the members of the Speed Clan were fast, facing one hundred elite assault-type soul masters of at least Spirit King rank, combined with an iron-clad encirclement of nearly two thousand soul masters on the perimeter, they were nothing more than lambs waiting for the slaughter.

"Cough, cough..."

After a fierce struggle, Bai He was severely wounded by the Chrysanthemum and Ghost duo. Lying on the ground, he watched his clansmen falling in pools of blood and his direct disciples being snatched up like chicks by the Martial Soul Hall soul masters, tears of blood streaming from his eyes.

"Martial Soul Hall... you will meet a miserable end!!"

"The Clear Sky Sect will not let you off!!"

"The Clear Sky Sect?"

Yue Guan descended from the air and stepped onto Bai He's back, applying slight pressure that made his bones creak and crack.

"Save your breath, old bird."

"That good nephew of yours, Tang Hao, has poked a hole in the sky; the Clear Sky Sect can barely protect itself now."

"As for saving you?"

Yue Guan sneered, "Guess for yourself: will that coward Tang Xiao dare to crawl out of his turtle shell for a bunch of stray dogs like you?"

"Take him away!"

Yue Guan waved a hand, "The Pope is still waiting."

Outside the perimeter of the encampment.

The firelight dyed half the sky red.

Bibi Dong sat on her war chariot, watching the prisoners being escorted out with an expressionless face.

In less than an hour.

The main force of the Speed Clan had been almost completely wiped out. Except for a few clever scouts that Bibi Dong had intentionally let go, the rest were either corpses or prisoners.

"Your Holiness, the mission is accomplished."

Chrysanthemum Douluo dragged the limp Bai He, who looked like a dead dog, and tossed him respectfully beneath the chariot.

"Very good."

Bibi Dong glanced at Bai He on the ground, her eyes devoid of the slightest pity.

"Spread the word for me—"

"If Tang Xiao does not arrive within three days, I shall execute one direct disciple of the Speed Clan every hour!"

"I want to see just how long he can endure!"

"You... you will die a horrible death!!" Bai He trembled with rage, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The next morning.

Clear Sky Sect, the assembly hall.

The atmosphere was so heavy it felt as if it could drip water.

The few scouts from the Speed Clan with the fastest speed, whom Bibi Dong had deliberately let go, had already arrived here, informing Tang Xiao of the news that the Speed Clan had been ambushed by Martial Soul Hall.

"Bang!"

Tang Xiao slammed his palm onto the table, and the sturdy Black Iron Wood table instantly shattered into pieces. His eyes were bloodshot, his entire body radiating a killing intent that felt almost tangible, as he stared fixedly at the blood-covered Speed Clan scout kneeling on the ground.

"Chrysanthemum and Ghost, two Titled Douluo?! Over a thousand spirit masters?!"

"Martial Soul Hall... how dare they?!"

"Are they trying to exterminate the Speed Clan?"

Tang Xiao's chest heaved violently. As the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect and the elder brother of Tang Hao, he had never felt such anger and humiliation.

Martial Soul Hall's retaliation had come too fast, too ruthlessly, and completely ignored all conventional rules!

He had even prepared himself for a showdown with Martial Soul Hall, never expecting that instead of attacking the Clear Sky Sect directly, they would take a knife to the weakest, yet closest to him by blood, the Speed Clan!

This was a slap to his face! They were forcing him to risk his life!

"Sect Master! Please save our clan leader!"

The scout wept bitterly, "Martial Soul Hall has declared that if you do not go, Sect Master, they will kill one direct descendant every hour! Those are... those are your cousins!"

"Bastards!!"

Tang Xiao roared, standing up abruptly. His terrifying level 93 spirit power erupted instantly, shaking the entire hall.

"Pass down the order! All Clear Sky Sect disciples, assemble immediately!"

"This Sect Master will go to the Speed Clan personally! I will tear those Martial Soul Hall scumbags into ten thousand pieces!!"

"Sect Master, wait!"