The Strength Clan's Arrogance! Seeking Death!

Just as the four Spirit Masters from the Strength Clan were arguing, Zhou Tao stepped out from a corner.

"Why are you so insistent on finding me?"

The next moment, Zhou Tong emerged from the shadows, wisps of golden lightning flickering across his hands.

"Thunder God..."

Zhou Tong's sudden appearance startled the men who had been tailing him.

"We are from the Strength Clan. Our patriarch learned that you have mastered the power of lightning and believes you have great talent. He wants to recruit you as an outer disciple."

"Kid, do you know who we are?"

"You should be aware of the Strength Clan's background."

Soon, the men's expressions regained their arrogance, and they even looked at Zhou Tong with a haughty gaze.

"The Strength Clan? What benefits can you offer me?"

Zhou Tong's expression turned playful; he hadn't expected the Strength Clan to be the ones coming to recruit him.

The Strength Clan could be described as having deep-seated roots of servitude.

Even after separating from the Clear Sky Sect, they still insisted on identifying themselves as the Clear Sky Sect's servants.

It was servility pushed to the extreme.

This family was destined to be Tang San's top-tier lackeys in the future, which meant they were certainly Zhou Tong's enemies.

Moreover, the Strength Clan patriarch, Titan, was particularly known for bullying the weak and fearing the strong, always enjoying throwing his weight around.

There was no way Zhou Tong would join the Strength Clan.

If he joined, wouldn't he just become Tang San's lackey later on?

Regarding this family destined to be his enemies, a sense of vigilance immediately rose in Zhou Tong's heart.

"We are the Strength Clan! Letting you join to become a house slave for our Young Master is a tremendous favor."

"If you perform well and earn the patriarch's favor, becoming a first-class slave would be an infinite honor."

"Once you join our Strength Clan, you and your descendants for generations to come will be servants of the family."

"Don't look down on this; our Strength Clan are the house servants of the Clear Sky Sect. This is a tremendous glory."

The few Strength Clan Spirit Masters spoke with pride.

In Heaven Dou City, their Strength Clan had a prominent reputation, and their patriarch was even a Spirit Douluo; no one dared to provoke them.

Therefore, they believed that Zhou Tong becoming a family slave was a privilege.

Zhou Tong chuckled, "I have no intention of joining you."

"It's just the Strength Clan; one might mistake you for the Clear Sky Sect."

"Looking for a slave, and you dare to come after me?"

"You are just a pack of dogs; what gives you the right to be so inflated?"

Zhou Tong said coldly. These people were truly rampant.

They actually took pride in being slaves.

Just thinking about it made him feel disgusted.

Zhou Tong's words instantly stunned these men. This Spirit Master actually dared to refuse to be their dog and even mocked them?

Audacious.

The faces of these Strength Clan Spirit Masters twitched. They hadn't expected this Thunder God to be unafraid of them.

"Kid, daring to disrespect the Strength Clan, you are simply courting death."

"Grab him and take him back to be a dog for our Sect Master."

The four Spirit Masters roared, their spirit power surging as they charged toward Zhou Tong.

"For the Strength Clan to be this rampant, I see you have already paved the way for your own extinction."

Zhou Tong let out a cold snort as a black spirit ring rose from beneath his feet and began to manifest around him.

The next moment, a blue-gold vine spread out from Zhou Tong's hand, and four bolts of golden lightning shot toward the four charging Spirit Masters.

"Zzzzt."

Thick beams of lightning soared into the sky, striking the four men.

In just an instant, all four were reduced to charred corpses.

"I thought you had some real ability; I didn't expect you couldn't even withstand a single move of mine."

Zhou Tong shook his head with a sigh, then turned and left the area.

Not long after, he returned to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

"You're back, you brat."

"How did the spirit fight go today?"

Dugu Bo said coldly.

"It went smoothly enough."

"However, I ran into a few people who didn't know when to die today."

"They claimed to be soul masters from the Strength Clan and even tried to capture me to be their lackey, so I killed them on the spot."

Hearing Zhou Tong's words, Dugu Bo immediately looked up, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Since they came knocking, you should have wiped them all out to nip the threat in the bud."

"You did the right thing."

"But, it's not enough!"

Dugu Bo had always been ruthless, showing no mercy to his enemies.

"Teacher, I was wearing a mask and didn't reveal my identity, so there shouldn't be any problems."

Zhou Tao explained.

"Zhou Tong, let me teach you a lesson today: when you cut weeds, you must pull out the roots."

"Otherwise, their retaliation will be endless."

"Your talent is high, and your strength is formidable."

"But on the Douluo Continent, that is not enough to become a Titled Douluo."

"You must be ruthless enough, especially toward your enemies."

"Being soft-hearted toward an enemy is just asking for death!"

Dugu Bo said coldly, his words carrying an irrefutable tone.

"I understand, Teacher."

Zhou Tong nodded; the Douluo Continent was indeed a place where the strong preyed on the weak.

"Good, my student. As long as you understand this principle, that is enough."

"This Strength Clan has always been overbearing and committed many evils; it is time for them to be wiped out."

A year later, Ning Rongrong of the Imperial Fighting Team reached level thirty, and Zhou Tong's soul power reached level forty. The Imperial Fighting Team decided to go hunt soul beasts together.

They stayed in Nowell Town outside the Star Dou Forest, preparing to set off for the hunt the next day.

In the evening, Zhou Tong took Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and Ning Rongrong for a stroll through the streets.

"Zhou Tong, look at those candied haws! I want some."

Dugu Yan pulled on Zhou Tong, stopping in front of a small stall.

"Eat up, have as much as you want!"

Zhou Tong was rolling in wealth; he certainly wasn't short on the cost of a few candied haws.

Just as they were eating their snacks, the sound of an argument drifted over from not far away, immediately drawing the attention of Zhou Tong and his three companions.

"You are truly disgusting, Dai Mubai."

A girl with a graceful, curvaceous figure stared fixedly at the blond-haired youth in front of her, saying angrily, "Do you think I don't know?"

"You snuck out last night and went to that kind of place—you went whoring!"

"You piece of trash, wasting your time in brothels every day. In the end, you will be defeated by your brother, crippled, and spend the rest of your life as a useless wreck."

Hearing this, the blond-haired youth Dai Mubai's eyes darkened. His fists tightened involuntarily, and he laughed in extreme anger, "So what if I become a wreck?"

"Zhu Zhuqing, you and I are grasshoppers tied to the same rope. If I am crippled, you won't be able to escape either."

"So what if I indulge myself?"

"I can't beat my big brother anyway, so I might as well indulge while I still can and live one day at a time."

Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing was instantly enraged, "Being tied to a piece of scum like you is the greatest misfortune of my life!"

Zhu Zhuqing's face turned pale, but she quickly regained her composure.

After saying that, she turned and left the place without a hint of mercy.

"You... you... you stinking woman."

"What man doesn't have three wives and four concubines? So what if I visit a brothel?"