(Second update)
Clear Sky Sect, Outpost Village.
At this moment, this small village tucked away in a corner had its usual peace shattered by the sudden arrival of a group of outsiders.
"Quick, seize them! Don't let them escape and warn the Clear Sky Sect!"
Spirit Masters in Spirit Hall uniforms wore solemn expressions as they continuously moved through the village, dragging unarmed villagers from their humble homes and gathering them in the center of the village.
The villagers were nearly dumbfounded. Who could have imagined that Spirit Hall would suddenly turn hostile?
Yet even if the villagers wanted to resist, it was futile.
To their horror, they discovered that even the weakest Spirit Hall Spirit Master present was a Level 50 Spirit King!
Before absolute strength, the village's meager resistance was no more than an insignificant ripple, swiftly crushed.
Bloodstains were left upon the ground, while the bodies of the resisters were buried where they fell. The remaining villagers, their faces filled with terror and unease, had their hands and feet bound with hemp rope as they helplessly faced this upheaval.
"Clip-clop..."
The sound of hoofbeats drew closer from afar.
Soon, a group of distinctly different Spirit Hall Spirit Masters arrived.
Most of them wore golden robes, signifying that they were Consecrated from the Elder Hall.
Among them were three old acquaintances of Yang Ming: Caesar, with his head of blood-red hair, and two twin Douluo wielding Coiling Dragon Staffs.
The two were elderly men with white hair and beards, identical as though they had been cloned by a machine. Their Martial Souls were identical as well, and each held a Coiling Dragon Staff twelve feet long.
Yet at this moment, these two Titled Douluo, whose Soul Power had reached Level 96, stood like the Heng and Ha Generals,