Yangmou, Purge

After returning home, Cen Yu changed out of his clothes and headed to the bathroom.

As he washed up, he truly could not hold it in any longer and let out a low laugh.

Tang Hao, oh Tang Hao, once the sun rises tomorrow, the eyes of the entire continent will be fixed upon the Clear Sky Sect.

Even if Qian Daoliu and the others discover the truth, they will only keep their mouths shut.

In this way, when Tang Hao appears on the day of the finals, in the eyes of the entire continent, he will be nothing more than a man who committed murder in Martial Soul City and assaulted the Pope Palace.

Even if only to maintain the dignity of Martial Soul Hall, the Worship Hall will not remain indifferent.

Thinking of this, Cen Yu felt increasingly satisfied.

He wanted to see how Tang Hao would manage to escape unscathed on the day of the finals, and how he would manage to take away the spirit bone that belonged to him.

Early the next morning, a sense of panic permeated the entirety of Martial Soul City.

Last night, two Spirit Douluo of Martial Soul Hall had died mysteriously in their own homes.

Furthermore, the nearby residents had no idea what had happened; they only felt a chill down their spines before losing consciousness.

But judging by the traces left at the scene and that lingering aura, there was no doubt as to who the culprit was.

By the time Bibi Dong received the report from her subordinates, Yue Guan had already laid out the entire matter.

Hearing this, she feigned outrage and said, "Send more men to search! Even the Clear Sky Sect shall not be allowed to act wantonly in my Martial Soul City!"

It seemed her disciple's mind was quite agile; he knew how to orchestrate such a scene, simultaneously eliminating future trouble while keeping himself clean.

After the others left, Yue Guan smiled and said, "Your Holiness, in this way, I believe the fact that the culprit is from the Clear Sky Sect will soon be known to all."

On the other side.

After receiving the news, Qian Daoliu did not even need to visit the scene to know what had transpired.

It seemed that child had asked Bibi Dong to do the deed. Sigh...

Indeed, just as Cen Yu had anticipated, after sighing for a while, Qian Daoliu did not reveal the truth of the matter.

At the competition arena.

Yun Xingqi was laughing and chatting with Hu Liena and the others, but when he looked at the other three, his expression carried a cryptic smile.

Yan asked with feigned gravity, "Little junior brother, were you alright last night? I didn't expect such a major incident to occur in Martial Soul City."

"Two Spirit Douluo are dead; it is said they were the parents of Li Kai."

Hearing this, Cen Yu chuckled and replied, "I am fine. Martial Soul City is heavily guarded, so of course I would be fine."

"However..."

Cen Yu's expression turned somewhat solemn.

"To think someone would kill them? Could it be that those two knew something they shouldn't have and were silenced?"

Hu Liena shook her head. "I don't know. It is said the scene was quite gruesome."

She looked at the other three. "Do you know anything?"

At this, Sun Chuantao's body stiffened slightly. "Isn't it said... that it was the work of the Clear Sky Sect? I heard there were hammer prints at the scene."

Xu Yu and Zhang Ping also nodded, agreeing with Sun Chuantao's statement.

"Oh~" Cen Yu replied with a cryptic smile. "So that's how it is. The Clear Sky Sect is truly wicked."

Just then, the host's voice rang out: "Will the members of both teams please enter the arena!"

After today's matches concluded.

Night fell.

Cen Yu looked down with a light laugh at the terrified Sun Chuantao and his family before him.

"Did you think I was the kind of good-hearted person who would understand you and then let you go?"

A father who was a Spirit Douluo, a mother who was a Spirit Emperor, and two younger brothers who were Soul Grand Master.

What a truly complete family.

Beside him, Yue Guan spun his martial soul and mocked, "I never expected that someone would actually dare to betray Your Holiness."

Xie Yue sneered, "So that's why you were so distracted today, you two-faced traitor."

Sun Chuantao knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, kowtowing while weeping, "I was wrong! I was wrong! I will never dare to do it again!"

"I beg you, spare me! Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo! Captain! I was wrong! I was truly wrong!"

His parents were also slumped on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, kowtowing humbly to beg for mercy.

They pleaded over and over, hoping only that Cen Yu would spare their two youngest children and preserve a sliver of their bloodline.

Just then, the red in Cen Yu's eyes transformed into gold.

Looking at the few people weeping bitterly before him, he sighed.

"How truly pitiful..."

Seeing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of Sun Chuantao and the others, and they hurriedly kowtowed even harder toward Cen Yu.

"My lord... I truly know I was wrong, please spare me! Spare me!"

Cen Yu closed his eyes, and countless golden lotuses manifested around his body.

"May you be ordinary people in your next lives."

"Uncle Yue Guan, I'll have to trouble you."

Hearing this, the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum in Yue Guan's hand flew out.

Interesting, these people actually thought they could escape this calamity.

A moment later, the golden lotuses slowly descended upon the people already lying on the ground.

Then, a golden light flared, and their bodies gradually turned to dust within the radiance, drifting away into the distance.

Cen Yu said softly, "Though it has nothing to do with you, the karma is connected, so it must be this way."

"Please rest in peace, innocent souls."

Hu Liena patted Cen Yu on the shoulder, "Little junior brother, don't carry such a psychological burden; this is what they deserved."

"The teacher already ordered that this matter must not be spread, yet Sun Chuantao still insisted on defying it. To show such disrespect for orders and defy the Pope, he naturally had to die."

Yan also comforted Cen Yu, "That's right, little junior brother. If his family wants to blame someone, they can only blame Sun Chuantao. What does it have to do with you?"

They already knew about Cen Yu's condition—er... should one call it a split personality? In any case, there was a kind side and a cruel side.

The one present now seemed to be the kind side; he was soft-hearted indeed.

Cen Yu nodded, "Thank you, senior sister and senior brothers. I am not sad, just a bit regretful over the passing of life."

Honestly... why must he always be forced to face the slaughter he dislikes?

Isn't it better to live well? Why must they insist on sending themselves down a path of no return?

"Thank you for your hard work today, Uncle Yue Guan, senior sister, and both senior brothers. Let us return."

"There is still a match tomorrow, so rest early. With Sun Chuantao, the only remaining power attack type in the team, dead, it is inevitable that you will have to take the field yourselves."

Because of Sun Chuantao's absence, Xie Yue chose a level 47 power attack type substitute to take the field early the next morning.

But after looking at him, Cen Yu felt he was useless and suggested to Xie Yue that they switch to another team member he found quite unexpected.

Gongyang Zhao, a level 42 support type Soul Ancestor with the Rainbow Dragon martial soul.

Cen Yu's surprise lay right there; he hadn't expected to encounter such a martial soul during the Douluo I era.

This was a top-tier, super-grade support martial soul—a perfect, all-around group divine support.

After understanding Gongyang Zhao's abilities, Hu Liena nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad. Although his Soul Power Level is a bit low, it's not a big problem."

"As long as all four of us receive the buffs, we won't even need another power attack type teammate."

Xie Yue and Yan also nodded, agreeing with Hu Liena's assessment.

"Then we shall follow our little junior brother's suggestion and have this Gongyang Zhao take the field as a substitute."