Titan

There are still more than three months until the re-election of the Seven Great Sects.

Currently, many sect forces have yet to make their stance clear.

Gu Qingshan decided to pay a personal visit to "persuade" these stubborn elements.

The residence of the Strength Clan is located in the southeast corner of Heaven Dou City, occupying a vast area.

The main entrance consists of two vermilion doors, half a foot thick, with a plaque hanging above the lintel inscribed with a large character for "Strength."

The stone lions on either side are taller than a man, carved with lifelike detail.

At this moment, the main gate of the residence is tightly shut.

Gu Qingshan stood before the door, looked up at the plaque, and took out a Blue Silver Leaf to chew on.

"Elder Ghost, knock on the door."

Ghost Douluo stepped forward, extended his right hand from his sleeve, and was about to knock.

The door opened.

A youth walked out from within.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a burly build, a broad back and thick waist, short hair standing on end, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, yet he carried an air of innate arrogance.

Tailong, grandson of Titan.

The young master of the Strength Clan, the strongest of the younger generation, a Soul Elder of over thirty levels.

Among the younger generation in Heaven Dou City, he is a figure of some standing.

Tailong lifted his chin slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three people.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in black robes with gold trim, chewing on something.

One who is neither man nor woman, wearing powder, looking like anything but a decent person.

And another wearing a black hood, revealing only a small part of his face, his complexion pale.

Of the three, not one looked like someone worthy of being received by him, Tailong, in person.

"Who are you people? The Strength Clan does not receive outside guests; go back the way you came." Tailong's tone was blunt, his attitude very impatient.

Gu Qingshan took a step forward, standing before Tailong.

He was half a head shorter than Tailong, but as he looked up at him, Tailong inexplicably felt a sense of pressure.

"Move aside."

Tailong's pupils contracted, a flash of anger crossing his brown eyes.

"Who do you think you are, daring to act wildly at the gate of my Strength Clan?"

With that, he raised his hand to push Gu Qingshan's shoulder. He didn't use his full strength; in his view, for a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, thirty percent force was enough.

His right hand pushed against Gu Qingshan's shoulder, but it remained unmoved.

Gu Qingshan stood there, his shoulder not swaying in the slightest under Tailong's push.

Tailong widened his eyes; this boy who didn't look strong was actually an expert.

Immediately, he used his full strength. The muscles on his arm bulged, veins stood out one by one, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, yet Gu Qingshan's shoulder remained unmoved.

Gu Qingshan looked at Tailong's face, flushed red from the exertion, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

He extended a finger and tapped lightly on Tailong's chest. It was this single tap that sent Tailong's body flying, crashing through the vermilion doors.

"You... you..." Tailong lay on the ground, his lips trembling, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, splattering onto the blue brick floor.

Gu Qingshan withdrew his finger and stepped over the threshold, entering the residence of the Strength Clan, with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo following closely behind.

Hearing the commotion, members of the Strength Clan rushed out from all parts of the front courtyard.

"Who dares to act wildly in the Strength Clan!"

"Young Master Tailong has been beaten!"

"Surround them, don't let them run!"

"Quick, go get the Clan Head!"

The front courtyard erupted into chaos, noisy and clamorous.

Gu Qingshan looked at the Strength Clan members surrounding them, feeling a spark of interest; it had been a long time since he fought with young people.

"Elder Chrysanthemum, Elder Ghost, no need to intervene."

He took a step forward.

The first to rush up was a clan member at the Soul Grand Master level, whose martial soul was a Great Strength Ape. The moment his martial soul was released, his right arm swelled to twice its size, muscles bulging and veins popping, his fist smashing toward Gu Qingshan's chest with a whistling wind.

Gu Qingshan met him with a right hook, colliding with the opponent's fist.

With a crisp crack, the opponent's right arm snapped at the elbow, the broken bone piercing through the skin, white bone shards exposed to the air, stained with blood.

The second, the third...

Soon, more than a dozen members of the Strength Clan all lay on the ground.

No one had died, but no one could stand either; they wailed and writhed on the ground, some clutching broken arms, others shielding shattered ribs, some lying prone and vomiting blood, while others lay twitching on the floor.

"Who is running wild in my Strength Clan?"

A thunderous roar erupted, and an old man strode out from within.

He was burly, a head taller than Tailong, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, broad shoulders, and a thick back; his arms hung at his sides like two massive iron pillars.

He had white hair and a white beard, thick brows, large eyes, full lips, and a circle of stubble on his chin.

It was none other than the patriarch of the Strength Clan, Titan, an eighty-sixth-level Soul Douluo.

Titan's gaze swept across the front courtyard, where his clansmen lay scattered on the ground, including his grandson, Tailong.

Then, he looked at the black-clad youth standing in the center, his expression immediately shifting to one of astonishment.

Twelve or thirteen years old, yet his Soul Power Level was actually above seventy; who on earth was he?

"I am Titan, patriarch of the Strength Clan. Who are you, Excellency? Why have you come to my Strength Clan to injure my people?"

Gu Qingshan looked at Titan, still chewing on a Blue Silver Leaf.

"Gu Qingshan, from Martial Soul Hall."

Titan's pupils contracted sharply, his fists clenching involuntarily until his knuckles turned white and popped with a cracking sound.

It was actually the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, the youth who had wounded his master, Clear Sky Douluo.

He had not expected this legendary youth to appear at his Strength Clan.

"Patriarch Titan, Martial Soul Hall is re-selecting the Seven Great Sects and requires the support of all factions. Although the Strength Clan is not among the Seven Great Sects, it is still a part of the soul master world. I am here today to invite the Strength Clan to submit to Martial Soul Hall."

Titan's brows furrowed, anger rising in his heart.

"Submit?"

"That's right, submit to Martial Soul Hall, accept the orders of Martial Soul Hall, and serve Martial Soul Hall," Gu Qingshan said calmly.

Titan suppressed his rage; back when the Four Single-Attribute Clans were miserably suppressed by Martial Soul Hall due to the Tang Hao incident, he had never yielded.

Now, to think they wanted him to submit because of a mere youth—impossible!

"And if I refuse?"

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Gu Qingshan's mouth: "Then there is no need for the Strength Clan to exist."

Titan's expression darkened completely; there was no need for further talk.

He drew a semicircle in front of him with his left hand, pulled his right fist to his waist, and gathered his soul power onto his fist, where a dark red light began to glow.

His martial soul was the Great Strength Ape, a top-tier assault-type martial soul renowned for its power.

A full-force strike from an eighty-sixth-level Soul Douluo was enough to blast a house into splinters.

"Arrogant brat!"

Gu Qingshan watched Titan's face, which was flushed red with fury, his own expression remaining unchanged.

The Strength Clan was an affiliated sect of the Clear Sky Sect and remained fiercely loyal to them; they could never submit to Martial Soul Hall.

His goal was never to persuade, but to establish dominance.