Yang Wudi When he noticed the tribesman's sneak attack, it was too late to stop him, so he only had time to speak out.
"No!"
The next scene made the eyes of the Breaking Clan tribesmen who were ready to take action become dull, and despair began to spread.
Qian Mochen didn't make any move at all, he just showed his restrained pressure, and the Soul Sage directly stagnated in mid-air.
Martial Soul Avatar was forced to lift, but Soul Sage did not give up, and Soul Power burst out. He held Soul Breaking Spear tightly with both hands, trying to stab a hole in Qian Mochen's back.
Qian Mochen looked back at Soul Sage, who was bleeding from all his orifices, with some admiration in his eyes, and gently moved his finger forward.
Fingertips touch Soul Breaking Spear.
There was a soft ding, followed by a series of clicking sounds.
Everyone's eyes are focused on Soul Breaking Spear in the hands of Soul Sage.
That indestructible Soul Breaking Spear had a crack at the tip. The crack continued to spread backwards and spread to the entire Soul Breaking Spear gun body in a few seconds.
Qian Mochen blew lightly.
The Soul Breaking Spear in Soul Sage's hand disintegrated with a crash, and there were many fine stones on the ground.
Soul Sage seemed to be aware of it. He lowered his head slightly and discovered that there was a hole in his heart. His body shook and he fell to the ground weakly. The blood quickly soaked the surrounding floor tiles.
"Sorry, Patriarch Yang, I didn't take the good power."
Qian Mochen is not going to waste any more time and directly reveal the coercion above level 100.
The area of a kilometer in radius instantly became silent.
The popping sound kept ringing.
In the blink of an eye, all the Breaking Clan clan members were lying on the ground, and it was difficult to even move their fingers.
Even Yang Wudi, the strongest Breaking Clan, was half-kneeling on the ground, Soul Breaking Spear's clenched hands turning white. He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but it felt like a huge mountain was weighing on his body, and he had to exert all his strength to even breathe.
Yang Wudi is already in despair.
Just the enemy's pressure completely made them lose their ability to resist. What can they use to fight against the Spirit Hall like this?
"Clan Chief Yang, I'm here to give Breaking Clan a chance."
Qian Mochen squatted slowly in front of Yang Wudi.
"Breaking Clan surrender to the Spirit Hall, or I will destroy your Breaking Clan bloodline now!"
"Clan Leader Yang, you make your choice. My patience is limited, there are dozens of numbers. If you don't say anything, I will presuppose that you will take Breaking Clan to guard the last loyalty for the Clear Sky Sect."
Qian Mochen's voice was not loud, but it rang clearly in the ears of every Breaking Clan clansman.
The pleading eyes of countless people fell on Yang Wudi.
If the enemy was only a little stronger, Breaking Clan's people would not surrender so quickly.
Yang Wudi tried hard to straighten his upper body and wanted to say something, but the heavy pressure made it difficult for his lips to even move.
As the count of Qian Mochen sounded, a Sisi aura of despair began to spread.
Qian Mochen counted to the ninth number, but still did not hear Yang Wudi's voice of surrender, so he understood that the aura on his body began to become dangerous.
"Clan Chief Yang, it seems that you plan to use the lives of the entire clan to repay Clear Sky Sect's kindness."
"Very good, then I will make it happen for you!"
Qian Mochen raised his palm above his head, a flame quickly began to condense, and the surrounding temperature rose rapidly.
Bibi Dong couldn't stand it anymore and tugged on Qian Mochen's clothes.
Qian Mochen:"???"
"Mo Chen, have you forgotten that they are so oppressed by your pressure that they can't even move, so how can they speak?"
Qian Mochen said oh, quickly put away the pressure, and apologized without any guilt.
"Sorry, Patriarch Yang, I forgot."
"So, what's your choice?"
The moment the pressure was removed, Soul Power in Yang Wudi lost his resistance, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. Feeling the injuries in his body, Yang Wudi sighed in his heart.
The eyes of all the tribesmen fell on him, and Yang Wudi could clearly sense the prayer in everyone's eyes.
Yang Wudi put away Martial Soul and slammed his legs on the ground, "Master Pope, and this master, Breaking Clan, are willing to surrender!"
The flame condensed in Qian Mochen's palm disappeared instantly, he smiled, and held up Yang Wudi with one hand.
"Clan Chief Yang is too polite. We are all one of our own, why should we give such a big gift!"
Yang Wudi A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Breaking Clan has been following Clear Sky Sect for hundreds of years, but now he is taking Breaking Clan to surrender to the Clear Sky Sect's mortal enemy. Yang Wudi feels extremely complicated.
Now that we have surrendered, we naturally dare not hesitate any longer.
When Yang Wudi took out a wooden box from the storage ring in his hand and presented it to Bibi Dong, he couldn't hide the pain in his eyes.
"Master Pope, this is a Immortal Herb that I, Breaking Clan, got by chance. Please accept it, Master Pope!"
When the wooden box was opened, Qian Mochen glanced at it and recognized Immortal Herb's name in the box.
"Jade Phosphor Seven-Extremes Flower. The top poisonous fairy. The seven flowers and leaves carry seven completely different kinds of potent toxins."
"Clan Chief Yang is interested."
Bibi Dong knows the value of Immortal Herb, and looks at Yang Wudi with a hint of recognition.
Even valuable family assets like Immortal Herb have been uncovered, indicating that Yang Wudi has decided to cut off from the Clear Sky Sect.
"Clan Chief Yang, now there is an opportunity to make meritorious deeds. Do you want it?"
"Mo Chen, please speak out!"
"The four major sects with single attributes each have their own role. It would be a pity if they were destroyed."
"By now, I, Spirit Hall, and several other elders should have already made contact with your old friends, Patriarch Yang."
"In order to avoid excessive killing, how about Patriarch Yang asking you to persuade your old friends?"
Yang Wudi was silent for a few seconds and accepted his new errand.
He knew very well that this was Qian Mochen asking him to accept the certificate and giving him an opportunity to make meritorious deeds.
Since you have chosen Spirit Hall, Yang Wudi will naturally have no reservations.
He thought for a moment and then reported.
"Sir, Bai He of the Speed Clan, his biological sister is the deceased wife of the old sect master, and has the closest relationship with the Clear Sky Sect. But what Bai He cares most about is the comfort of his own blood, and I am confident that I can persuade him to surrender."
"Defense Clan's Niu Gao has a bad temper, but what Clear Sky Sect did today has already broken his heart. Give this subordinate some time, and he can definitely persuade Defense Clan to surrender."
"Only Tai Tan for the Strength Clan."
Speaking of this stubborn old orangutan, Yang Wudi had a somewhat troubled expression on his face.
"Tai Tan is extremely loyal to the Tang Clan. He has long considered Tang Hao his master in private. He often calls himself a slave. He is not ashamed but very proud of his status as a servant."
"As for Tai Tan, I think he will never surrender to us Spirit Hall."
Yang Wudi deliberately added us, implying that in the future Speed Clan, Defense Clan and Breaking Clan will all be Spirit Hall's own people.
Qian Mochen smiled faintly.
"If this old orangutan proves to be stubborn by then, I'll ask Patriarch Yang and you guys to take action and capture this Clear Sky Sect sinner!"