A Girl Over There

The sound of hooves and carriage wheels on the main road gradually grew clearer.

Yang Wudi leaped down from the carriage. He did not rush forward, instead stopping where he was as his gaze swept across the battlefield before the city gates, which had just witnessed a life-and-death slaughter.

Tsk, tsk, tsk~

Too brutal.

There were barely any intact corpses left across the entire battlefield.

Zhou Qiubai's move had practically been aimed at killing in a single blow. He had left no room for mercy at all!

That went for both enemies and allies.

Behind him, members of the Breaking Clan emerged from the convoy one after another. Some were still bent over with their hands on their knees from the journey, but every gaze was firmly drawn to the horrific scene before them.

Close behind them came the Defense Clan's convoy as well.

"Is this the Spirit Hall we could never defeat?" A young member of the Breaking Clan could not help swallowing, his voice trembling.

No one answered, because the answer was right before their eyes.

Back then, in the battle between the Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall, the Breaking Clan had lost nearly half its members. The Defense Clan had suffered no less than the Breaking Clan, while the Speed Clan had been smashed into pieces, splitting into more than a dozen refugee groups. Only the Strength Clan had barely managed to preserve its foundation through Tai Tan's brute strength.

After that battle, the Four Clans had fallen apart for good.

Yet in the battle before them, Spirit Hall was still powerful. Its elites had all been deployed, with Title Douluo presiding over the force—yet all eight hundred men had been wiped out, with one of the two Title Douluo dead and the other captured.

Sure