In a spacious front courtyard of the Breaking Clan's estate in Star Luo City, the air was thick with drawn swords and bent bows. Two groups faced off, their gleaming Soul Breaking Spears taking on a chilling edge beneath the sunlight.
"Eldest brother, Spirit Hall has the people's support. Why not submit to it? Then we'll both enjoy endless wealth and glory." Surrounded by one group, a burly man holding a spear, towering like an iron pagoda, shouted at another man nearby who looked almost identical to him.
"Wushuang, you... you actually became Spirit Hall's running dog." Yang Wudi resembled Yang Wushuang in build, with a tall, lean frame and black hair. Though his complexion was ruddy, his expression was exceedingly grim.
"If the Breaking Clan refuses to submit to Spirit Hall, then it will be exterminated today." Yang Wushuang was about to continue persuading him when a Red-Robed Cardinal sneered.
At those words, Yang Wudi laughed in fury. "With just you few Soul Douluos?"
"Yang Wudi, I know you're the strongest among the Four Single-Attribute Clans. But with the Breaking Clan's current strength, you dare oppose Spirit Hall? That's nothing but throwing an egg against a rock." The Red-Robed Cardinal curled his lip in disdain, then called out, "Elder Ghost Leopard, sorry for the trouble, but we'll need you to deal with this man."
The moment the Red-Robed Cardinal's voice fell, the sound of rushing air came from the sky. A dozen figures in black flashed onto the Breaking Clan's towering courtyard wall. Their leader was an old man with a black veil covering his face, his aged gaze as calm as still water.
With the old man's arrival, an overwhelmingly powerful aura of pressure swept through the entire Breaking Clan estate.
"Ghost Leopard Douluo? Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo?"