The Strength Clan Annihilated

It was not that Ning Fengzhi truly worried about the Strength Clan's safety. He was simply stunned by Spirit Hall's—and Qin Xuan's—ruthless methods.

If they could be so merciless against the Strength Clan, which did not even have a Titled Douluo and numbered no more than five hundred people, it was difficult to imagine what sort of force they would deploy against the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect one day.

"Mo Ya Douluo from the Soul Master Guild is here too. Let's go take a look." Sword Douluo spread out his Mental Power and quickly discovered Mo Ya standing atop a building near the Strength Clan. He then flew over with Ning Fengzhi.

"Mo Ya Douluo, as the branch president of the Heaven Dou City Soul Master Guild, are you really going to sit by and watch Spirit Hall run rampant?"

Qin Xuan's ruthless methods had frightened Ning Fengzhi out of his wits. In his anxious concern, he actually asked a question that even he would normally have considered foolish.

Mo Ya folded his arms and gazed at the Strength Clan estate, where flames soared into the sky. Without looking aside, he replied, "Sect Master Ning, are you serious?"

Ning Fengzhi froze for a moment before coming to his senses. "My apologies, Mo Ya Douluo. Fengzhi lost his composure. It's just that Spirit Hall is acting so ruthlessly and tyrannically. Fengzhi worries that one day..."

Mo Ya cut him off. "If anyone is to blame, it is Tang Hao for acting too recklessly and without restraint. He thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he has some strength. First, he stole the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone from our Soul Master Guild. His elder brother Tang Xiao finally managed to ransom him out, yet now he has gone