Two of the Four Single-Attribute Clans Have Joined; The Heaven Dou God of Slaughter Returns!

Old Goat?!

At the sight of the newcomer, Niu Gao not only did not become angry, but instead let his eyes light up, let out a loud laugh, and strode forward to familiarly sling an arm around Yang Wudi's shoulder, pointing a hand toward the composed silver-armored youth standing in the center of the courtyard as he spoke in a booming voice:

Hahahahaha! Old Goat, you old dog-nosed bastard have arrived right on time!

Come, come, come, quickly accompany this old man in paying respects to a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering supreme bigwig, the Heaven Dou Killing God, Sect Master An Jing!

Oh? The Heaven Dou Killing God? That moniker certainly sounds imposing indeed.

A piercing, bone-chilling cold glint swept through Yang Wudi's sunken eye sockets, and his gaze-sharp as a spear tip-stabbed straight toward the silver-armored young man standing with his hands clasped behind his back in the middle of the courtyard.

Clan Chief Yang, I have long admired your great name.

An Jing smiled faintly, maintaining his composed demeanor as he met that oppressive gaze head-on.

I have heard that the Breaking Clan's Soul Breaking Spear is the pinnacle of offense across the entire continent, pressing ever forward with absolute attack and zero defense.

Although Clan Chief Yang is only a Soul Douluo, even if you were to face an ordinary Titled Douluo, you could still fight them to a standstill.

An Jing felt secretly satisfied in his heart; with the core figures of the Four Single-Attribute Clans gathered in one place, it saved him the trouble of running around and making detours.

You flatter me. This old man's trifling tricks cannot compare to the Heaven Dou Killing God, who made his name by trampling over the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yang Wudi had a fiery temper and had always been straightforward.

Although he had not witnessed An Jing's battle to slay Yu Yuanzhen with his own eyes, the soul master world was ever-changing, and the fact that An Jing could safely set foot in Longxing City meant his strength was definitely no empty rumor.

Facing such an unfathomable powerhouse, arrogant though Yang Wudi was, he would not blindly touch upon the man's sharp edge.

The old man's cold and rigid face twitched slightly as he cut straight to the point: I wonder what brings Little Friend An south across thousands of li from the Heaven Dou Empire to seek out abandoned dogs like us?

Naturally, I am here specifically to pay a visit to all the clan chiefs, An Jing said with his hands behind his back.

Visit us? Yang Wudi's brows furrowed deeply.

Hahahahaha! Old Goat, stop guessing with that thick wooden head of yours!

Niu Gao interjected from the side with his booming, stentorian voice,

Sect Master An is opening his own mountain gate this time to establish dominance across the continent!

He came here specifically to invite us to join forces!

Take a look at the courtyard full of agarwood chests; those Gold Soul Coins made this old man's eyes nearly go blind. His sincerity is laid right out in plain sight!

Establish a sect and build a faction? Yang Wudi's gaze swept over the heavy chests of Gold Soul Coins on the ground, a strange look flickering within his eyes. So, Old Rhino, you've already thrown in your lot with him?

That's naturally the case! Who has ever picked a fight with cultivation resources?

Niu Gao slapped his belly with righteous assurance,

The sect master has promised that all the vast wealth left over after completing the sect's construction will belong entirely to my Defense Clan.

This old man has lived in humiliation for over a decade, but from now on, I'll finally be able to lead my clansmen in eating some warm meals!

Yang Wudi nodded slightly: True enough, nobody complains about having a thick family foundation. You, Old Rhino, have been down on your luck for so many years, so it's about time you improved your lot.

So come along too, Old Goat. Why not join us?

Niu Gao struck while the iron was hot, giving Yang Wudi's shoulder armor a heavy smack.

Right now, Spirit Hall is playing both open and hidden tricks, pressing us step by step. Rather than being forcefully swallowed by them one fine day, we'd be far better off joining forces with our old brothers and going all out following Sect Master An!

The sect master is able to slay Titled Douluos while still at the Soul Saint level; given time to reach the very pinnacle, even if the Spirit Hall pope arrives in person, he'll still have to retreat thirty li!

Yang Wudi's eyelids drooped, his gaze flickering uncertainly.

The Heaven Dou Killing God's combat prowess was beyond doubt. If things truly were as Niu Gao claimed, merging early on would indeed secure them elder positions of high status, coupled with the backing of an peerless powerhouse.

And yet, the bloody nightmare of the past-when the Clear Sky Sect abruptly pulled back and evacuated, leaving the Breaking Clan to suffer heavy casualties-remained deeply branded into the marrow of Yang Wudi's bones.

A person who had suffered a fatal betrayal once could never easily hand over the lives of his entire clan.

Seeing Yang Wudi sink into deep contemplation with an expression of tangled struggle, the corners of An Jing's lips curved into a confident smile of absolute victory.

Only by prescribing the right medicine to the ailment could one strike true with a single blow.

For dealing with Niu Gao, hard gold and silver were used, but for dealing with this paranoid, almost demonic medicine maniac, nothing would suffice save peerless, peerless rare treasures.

Hum-

The Ruyi Hundred Treasure Pouch at An Jing's fingertips flickered with a strange, pale pink ripple.

The very next instant, a blooming large pink flower materialized out of thin air and hovered right above his palm.

The flower had no leaves, its stem was three chi long, and its blossom was massive. Its stamen resembled carved purple crystal, and it emitted an extremely faint, incredibly elegant fragrance that could instantly calm any restless martial soul.

As the floral fragrance permeated the air, the turbid atmosphere within the entire martial arts arena was instantly cleansed away, and even the microscopic dust motes in the air seemed to retreat in avoidance!

Yang Wudi, whose expression had originally been cold and stern, was struck as if by lightning, his entire body trembling violently!

His eyes bulged, his pupils contracted to their absolute limit, and a rattling, strange sound issued from his throat. His entire face was twisted and flushed crimson from extreme ecstasy and shock, and even his voice trembled so badly that it lost all pitch:

This... this is... the bane of all poisons... Aromatic Silk Beauty?!

Clan Chief Yang truly has a discerning eye.

An Jing's expression remained calm and unruffled as he casually cradled the immortal herb,

This junior knows that aside from the martial dao, Clan Chief Yang has poured his entire life's blood into the secret medical arts of the Breaking Clan.

This immortal treasure was obtained by this junior from a perilous forbidden land; to me, it is nothing more than a plaything to ward off poisons and miasmas. Only by falling into the hands of an expert like Clan Chief Yang can it truly serve its proper purpose.

At this very moment, what lessons of the past? What factional stances? All of them were cast to the winds by Yang Wudi in front of the Aromatic Silk Beauty!

This divine treasure, capable of granting immunity to all the poisons under heaven and helping him ascend straight to the divine realm in the field of alchemy, was a miraculous object that he, Yang Wudi, had exhausted his entire life seeking in vain!

An... Sect Master An! Why didn't you take this out sooner?!

Yang Wudi's attitude took an abrupt turnaround, and upon his withered, cold, and rigid old face, he actually managed to squeeze out an eager expression bordering on obsequious flattery.

As long as you are willing to bestow this Aromatic Silk Beauty upon this old man, from this day forward, the hundred-odd members of the Breaking Clan, high and low, will all place themselves at the sect master's disposal! We will brave boiling water and tread through fire, and even in death we shall not shirk!

A sharp sword suits a hero, and a bright pearl goes to a beauty. This immortal herb was naturally meant to belong to a great physician like senior.

An Jing turned his wrist slightly, casually handing over the priceless Aromatic Silk Beauty.

Yang Wudi's hands trembled violently, as if he were cradling a fragile, peerless treasure as he received the immortal herb into his palm. He guarded it carefully against his chest, deeply inhaling its serene fragrance as hot tears of excitement welled up in his old eyes.

Hahahahaha! Splendid! Niu Gao clapped his hands and laughed upon seeing this. Old Goat, you've finally had your day! From now on, our old brothers can tie ourselves to the same boat once more!

Yang Wudi carefully put away the immortal herb, took a deep breath, and let an unprecedented display of loyal valor and ruthlessness burst forth from the depths of his eyes. Cupping his fists, he said in a resonant, clanging voice:

For the sect master's profound grace, this Yang shall engrave it upon my heart! As long as the sect master gives the order, my Breaking Clan will immediately pack up our forces and set out without the slightest hesitation!

The two seniors need not be in such a rush.

An Jing waved a hand, his gaze gradually calming as his tone remained even, yet faintly exuded a chill that made one's spine go cold:

Since the two seniors are willing to bring your clans and submit to me, this junior, as the master of a sect, naturally ought to prepare a generous gift for the two of you and settle an old score on behalf of the sect first.

Saying this, An Jing paused slightly, his gaze sweeping across everyone present like the edge of a blade:

This junior has heard that back then, the Clear Sky Sect sealed its mountain to protect itself, resulting in heavy casualties and deaths among the various single-attribute clans.

Toward this matter, the two seniors harbor monstrous hatred.

As soon as these words fell, the atmosphere that had been full of joy and cheer just a moment prior froze over instantly!

Niu Gao's expression sank instantly, his heavy breathing sounding like a beating drum as his fists clenched with a series of loud cracking pops.

Yang Wudi's face-which had just been flushed red from obtaining the immortal herb-turned dead white in a split second, and the tyrannical killing intent surging around his body erupted forth like a volcano:

Clear Sky Sect! Tang Hao brought a towering catastrophe upon us back then, yet the Clear Sky Sect played the coward and turtle, pushing us out to be slaughtered at will by Spirit Hall!

My eldest son and half of the elite members of our clan all lost their lives in that battle!

I, Yang Wudi, have sworn a venomous oath: in this lifetime, even if I am reduced to ashes and my bones are ground to dust, I will remain irreconcilably at odds with the Clear Sky Sect!

Beside them, Bai He's expression changed drastically, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

As Tang Hao's own maternal uncle, although Bai He likewise resented the Clear Sky Sect for its heartlessness, ties of blood ran deep. Seeing the atmosphere of gunpowder growing thicker and thicker, he hurriedly forced a dry laugh to smooth things over:

Cough... Why suddenly bring up old grievances out of the blue, little friend?

The Clear Sky Sect closed its mountain gates and went into reclusion outside the world many years ago, and their whereabouts are a complete mystery.

Surely you don't expect to find that hidden mountain gate and go seek justice for Old Rhino and Old Goat, do you?

This had originally been intended by Bai He as a joking remark to steer the topic away, but unexpectedly, upon hearing it, the outer corners of An Jing's brows twitched slightly.

Oh? Senior Bai is truly as clear-sighted as a torch, actually guessing this junior's thoughts eight or nine parts out of ten.

An Jing wore a faint smile.

Dead silence filled the entire place.

Niu Gao's mouth hung open, Yang Wudi's pupils suddenly locked in place, and Bai He nearly failed to catch his breath. The three of them stared at one another with wide eyes, thunderous roars echoing through their minds!

Meeting their incredulous gazes, An Jing's silver armor vibrated slightly, and a terrifying, tyrannical pressure faintly enveloped the entire estate, his voice ringing out across the vast sky like the clashing of gold and jade:

Since the two seniors have acknowledged me as your sect master, then the factions that once bullied you, humiliated you, and abandoned you are naturally this junior's mortal enemies.

In this world, there is no one An Jing cannot protect, nor is there any mountain peak An Jing cannot trample flat.

An Jing's gaze was like a blazing torch as he looked straight at the three men, speaking one word at a time:

Which senior is willing to lead the way for this junior?

Today, I shall personally visit the so-called number one sect under heaven-the Clear Sky Sect-and take back the spines that were broken for you two back then, snapping them off right in front of them so I can personally weld them back onto your bodies!