Yama's Invitation? Toss it in the copper pot for a swish

The dry wind outside the Wild Dog Den Tavern made the tree branches whistle and howl.

Tang Hao, carrying the large black hammer, led Tang San like two wild dogs, stealthily making their way to the base of the tavern's back wall along the muddy ditch at the town's entrance.

Just as he was about to poke a hole in the window hinge, Tang Hao's old eyes suddenly narrowed, and his two feet were firmly planted in the mud.

He was a level 95 Clear Sky Douluo, with intuition honed from countless deaths. Hidden in the leaves of that old, crooked tree on the roof of the tavern was a faint, yet unmistakable, scent of Titled Douluo!

I knew it! How dare that little bastard swagger into the wasteland like that!

Tang Hao sneered inwardly, his face taut with menacing expressions. "So those old charlatans from the Spirit Hall had been secretly sending their lackeys to follow us all along! Trying to use my son as bait? I'll smash your fishpond to pieces today!"

Thinking of this, Tang Hao didn't care about anything else. With a bang, nine Soul Ring— two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—exploded from the mud. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, which was thicker than a water vat, grew larger in the wind!

"You old dog from the Spirit Hall! Get down here!"

Tang Hao roared, without even saying hello, stomping the blue bricks under his feet until they were shattered, and swung his Clear Sky Hammer down on the old crooked tree!

She Long, who was hanging upside down in the tree, was looking into the house with a monocular lens when this shout almost made him vomit his gall.

He was already afraid of being discovered by Ling Yun, so he was on edge. How could he have expected such a deadly iron lump to suddenly smash into the back of his head? When he turned around, the giant hammer, glowing red, was already right on top of his forehead!

"Tang Hao?! You mad dog, you're biting people indiscriminately!!"

She Long was so frightened that his voice cracked. He hastily summoned his Snake Lance Martial Soul and gritted his teeth to hold it above his head to block!

Boom!!

The collision between the two Titled Douluo caused a shockwave that instantly ripped the back half of the roof off the Wild Dog Den Tavern! Broken tiles and beams rained down with a clatter. She Long was shaken by the impact, his blood surging, and he Spit Up half a mouthful of blood. Like a tattered sack, he fell from the tree onto the roof and rolled into the air along the tiles.

"I'm here for revenge today! Anyone who gets in my way will be killed!" Tang Hao, having landed a fatal blow, was blinded by rage. He grabbed his hammer and chased after Tang Hao, who seemed to leap out of thin air. The two living Buddhas were locked in a fierce battle, sparks flying everywhere in the Rotten Bone Town.

The lobby downstairs was in complete chaos.

A large hole had appeared in the roof, and dust mixed with broken tiles was falling onto the table. The bandits who had just been subdued by Ling Yun were now all scrambling under the table, covering their heads.

"Damn! Did a turtle fall from the sky?" Ma Hongjun quickly covered the copper pot with his sleeve, afraid that the ashes would fall into the Lamb Soup.

Right at this critical juncture when everything was in complete chaos.

Behind the broken staircase on the second floor, which had been partially collapsed by the earthquake, a figure rolled out, skimming the ground.

Tang San stared intently at the dark blue figure sitting motionless in the lobby on the first floor, his eyes red and almost bleeding.

Dad lured the bodyguards away; this was a golden opportunity!

Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly raised his right arm, aimed the cuff at Ling Yun's back, and snapped the Sinking Silver Mechanism spring on the inside of his forearm!

Click.

The slight click of the mechanism completely drowned out the rumbling of the surrounding houses collapsing.

Twenty-four Deep Sea Sinking Silver Poison Sting, soaked in the "Yama's Invitation," transformed into a black shadow, slicing through the dust in the room, and aimed straight for Ling Yun's head and back of the heart!

Anyone else in such a chaotic situation would surely be dead.

But Ling Yun didn't even turn his head.

He sat steadily on the long bench, without even taking his hands out of his pockets, but instead took a pair of long bamboo chopsticks and stirred them vigorously in the boiling, bubbling copper hot pot!

The Divine Sense within the skull, mixed with water magic, flowed directly into the pot through the tips of the chopsticks!

"Splash--!"

The pot of scalding hot, milky-white mutton broth seemed to have eyes; it was brought out by this skillful, rapidly spinning motion, and suddenly created a thin, rapidly spinning wall of boiling water behind Ling Yun!

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

Those twenty-four Poison Sting, known for their deadly accuracy, plunged into the boiling, high-pressure wall of water.

No matter how poisonous this "Yama's Invitation" is, it's still a toxin extracted from living organisms, plants, and insects. Once it's plunged into a boiling, high-pressure water pot, the poison is instantly cooked and its toxicity dissipates in the scalding water! Then, the centrifugal force of the Water Flow jets violently dissipates the force on the Poison Sting needle, leaving it limp and spinning with the Water Flow, just like a rusty wire.

Ling Yun casually picked up a bamboo chopstick from the water wall.

Plop.

He held a red-hot, Sinking Silver Long Needles between his chopsticks, while the remaining twenty-three needles clattered and fell onto the oily, muddy brick floor.

Ling Yun tilted his head, looking at the iron needle on the tip of the chopsticks, and then, following the direction from which the Poison Sting had flown, glanced sideways at Tang San, who had a look of utter disbelief on his face, standing at the corner of the stairs.

"You little Haozi, are you bringing this piece of junk to give me a treat?"

Ling Yun tapped the needle on the edge of the table, his tone as disdainful as if he were picking at rotten cabbage. "Too bad I only cook mutton in this copper pot, not your rusty iron skewer!"

He had barely finished speaking when he flicked his wrist.

Call out!

The Sinking Silver Long Needles, scalded by boiling water, was forcefully pulled back along its original path by a powerful, hidden Water Flow!

A muffled "thud".

The long needle flew past Tang San's ear and embedded itself deeply in the pillar supporting the back of his head. The tail of the needle was still buzzing and vibrating, making Tang San's eardrums ache.

Tang San lay sprawled on the rotten wooden plank, his legs twitching, and a faint heat seeping from his crotch.

The ultimate assassination he painstakingly crafted, risking his life for, wasn't even worthy of interrupting someone's hot pot meal in Ling Yun's eyes. He just casually stirred the food in the broth with his chopsticks and cooked it like beef slices!

In the sky, the two Titled Douluo fought fiercely, their battle growing increasingly intense.

She Long was now truly enraged, wielding his Snake Lance with relentless force, clashing with Tang Hao's massive black hammer. The impact caused the beams of the Wild Dog Den Tavern to snap, and the entire building looked on the verge of collapsing.

"Boss Dai, Fatty, Rongrong!"

Ling Yun threw down his chopsticks and shouted in a loud voice, "The house is covered in dust, we can't eat here! Move the table! Take the pot and all to the open space outside!"

"Okay!"

Tai Long and Dai Mubai each swung their arms and carried one end of the octagonal table; Ma Hongjun stuck out his fat buttocks to protect the bronze pot; Ning Rongrong carried two bowls of unfinished sesame sauce, Xiao Wu carried a stack of freshly sliced raw mutton.

The six of them emerged from the collapsing tavern in a lively and unscathed manner.

There is a large flat area of dry grass at the entrance of the town.

Blue Tyrant and his gang set up a table, Ma Hongjun breathed fire to start cooking mutton. Everyone held a large bowl in their hands and carried small stools they had taken from the shop. They sat in rows on the grass, chewing their meat while looking up at the two Titled Douluo fighting for their lives in the sky.

Ling Yun took a sip of liquor and shouted at the top of his lungs towards the sky:

"Uncle Hammer! To the left! Hit him on the left! Hey, that's a powerful swing!"

After shouting, he tapped the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks and added a sarcastic remark:

"Uncle Hammer, take it easy with your smashing! You've demolished the shopkeeper's load-bearing wall. Before you run away with your son, remember to pay him for the renovations! We're law-abiding citizens, we can't dine and dash!"

Tang Hao, who was fighting She Long to the death in the sky, almost spat out a mouthful of blood onto the clouds when he heard this.

He looked down and saw the boy in the blue shorts below not only jumping around but also eating mutton. Then he looked at his own unfortunate son in the ruins of the stairs in the distance, his face blank and his Hidden Weapon scattered all over the ground.

Tang Hao's mind went blank for a moment before he finally understood.

He wasn't there to cause trouble at all; he was there to be a free thug for these brats and a sucker to set off fireworks for them!