At the Yang Family residence, Yang Quji and Yang Xue had heard the commotion and were already waiting at the entrance.
Seeing Yang Wushuang walk in, they hurried over to greet him.
"Wushuang, how did it go?" Yang Quji was the first to speak, his voice tinged with urgency.
Beside him, Yang Xue nodded eagerly as well, her eyes brimming with anticipation as she called urgently, "Second Brother!"
Looking at his second brother and Yang Xue's expectant faces, Yang Wushuang chuckled softly and got straight to the point. "We were lucky. We found a seventy-thousand-year-old White-Eyed Demon Tiger King."
As he spoke, he released his Soul Power aura. He revealed his rank eighty-three cultivation without holding anything back, and the pressure of a Soul Douluo made even the air in the courtyard grow heavier.
Unconcealable excitement instantly flooded Yang Quji's and Yang Xue's faces.
Yang Xue's voice even trembled. "Our Yang Family-finally has a Soul Douluo."
Soul Douluo. Everyone in the Yang Family knew what that title meant.
Ever since leaving the Clear Sky Sect and joining Spirit Hall, the Yang Family had lived cautiously. Yang Wushuang was the strongest in the clan, but he had only been a Soul Saint. In a place like Spirit City, where experts gathered like clouds, a Soul Saint hardly counted for anything.
The reason Demon Bear Douluo had dared to lay hands on the Yang Family was simple: he was bullying them because they had no powerful expert to hold the line.
But from this day onward, things were different.
A Soul Douluo had truly entered the ranks of the continent's powerful experts. Though Titled Douluos still stood above them, a Soul Douluo was already strong enough to command anyone's respect. From now on, the Yang Family finally had a foundation of confidence