Blowing the Zhou Clan Sky-High

Hui Ye fell silent.

Electrolux said, "If someone sets their mind to attacking you, they can imprison you in one spot, and you'll never be able to leave."

Hui Ye frowned. If he were imprisoned forever, he would rather die.

Seeing a child who was usually so cheerful become so serious at that moment,

Electrolux feared he had gone too far and comforted him:

"There's no need to be so pessimistic. Your strength is still low. Once you've grown stronger, there will be a way to counter it."

A way to counter it?

Hui Ye thought of his third Soul Skill: Wonderful Transition.

He had no idea about this Soul Skill either. From the name alone, he couldn't determine its effect.

Could this Soul Skill be the way to counter it?

Hui Ye looked up, a flattering smile appearing on his face. "As long as I keep a low profile, what Titled Douluo would bully a little kid like me?

"Besides, if a Titled Douluo really did throw martial virtue aside, wouldn't I still have you looking out for me, sir?"

Electrolux pretended he hadn't heard.

Suck! Suck! Suck!

Above the mineral vein,

The Zhou Clan patriarch was leading his clansmen in a desperate excavation.

This vein was the Zhou Clan's main source of income. With the main passage suffering a massive cave-in, the losses were incalculable.

More importantly, two Soul Masters from his own family were trapped underground. They were among the Zhou Clan's strongest fighters and direct descendants through and through. Nothing could be allowed to happen to them.

"Quick, faster..." Patriarch Zhou stood on a rock, shouting at them to hurry.

"Three days have already passed. Could they already be...

"I should have made them take more people inside back then. They just had to show off."

Patriarch Zhou was filled with regret.

A Zhou Clan disciple ran over and lowered his voice. "Patriarch, of the people we caught three days ago, we only managed to pry one tongue loose."

"What exactly happened in there?" Patriarch Zhou asked at once.

"They said there was a little boy around ten who could self-destruct. His Soul Power seemed endless, and he could even come back to life.

"He and Fourth Uncle and Fifth Uncle perished together, causing the mine to collapse," the Zhou Clan disciple replied.

Patriarch Zhou's expression changed slightly. What kind of bizarre Soul Skill was that?

Endless Soul Power?

Was that something a human could do?

Perhaps he was exceptionally gifted, with a mutated Martial Soul that gave him an unusually large reserve of Soul Power, but it could never be endless.

There was no point thinking about it now. Whether it was the little boy or his own clansmen, no one knew if they were alive or dead.

Patriarch Zhou took a deep breath. "Dig! Keep digging! If they're alive, I want to see them; if they're dead, I want to see their bodies!"

The Zhou Clan disciple said, "Yes!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, both men felt a tingling under their feet as a strong tremor came from underground.

Their bodies swayed several times. Patriarch Zhou steadied himself and carefully sensed where the tremor was coming from.

His gaze gradually shifted toward the ruins of the mine, the center of the tremor.

"A tremor!"

Joy appeared on Patriarch Zhou's face. "It's your Fifth Uncle! Your Fifth Uncle successfully absorbed the Earthquake Beast's Soul Ring. A tremor this strong must be caused by his sixth Soul Skill."

The Zhou Clan disciple was excited as well. "Patriarch, should we keep digging, then?"

Patriarch Zhou paced back and forth a couple of steps. "No, stop for now. Have everyone in the mine come out, then gather all the Zhou clansmen nearby."

"Patriarch, what for?" the Zhou Clan disciple asked, scratching his head in confusion.

Patriarch Zhou smiled faintly and said, enunciating each word, "To welcome your Fifth Uncle and the others... home in triumph!"

Wonderful!

This feels wonderful!

For the past three days, Patriarch Zhou had hardly closed his eyes, and his anxiety had given him several blisters on his lips.

He had finally heard something from them. At last, he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Patriarch Zhou lowered himself onto a boulder and gazed at the blue sky and white clouds, looking forward to the future.

As long as they were all right, that was enough. As for the collapsed mine, they could simply dig it out again.

With Fifth Brother's talent, now that he had absorbed the Earthquake Beast, he would surely break through to Seven-Ring Soul Sage in time.

If the clan directed more of its resources toward him, breaking through to Eight-Ring Soul Douluo wasn't impossible either.

If he was lucky enough, perhaps he could break through to nine rings and attain the title in his lifetime...

As for becoming a god at level one hundred, heh.

A person should know when to be content. He didn't dare hope for that, or even imagine it.

In the past ten thousand years, aside from the first generation of the Shrek Seven Devils, he had never heard of any Titled Douluo attaining godhood.

"Patriarch, everyone nearby is here," a Zhou Clan disciple reported as he ran over.

Patriarch Zhou stood up and waved his hand. "Come on, gather near the ruins and prepare to welcome them home."

Thud!

Thud! Thud!!

Feeling the tremors beneath the mine grow stronger and stronger under his feet, Patriarch Zhou grew increasingly excited.

Only a trace of doubt remained in his mind.

The disturbance was a little too great. It wasn't much like Fifth Brother's usual Wave Fist.

Could absorbing the Earthquake Beast have caused his Martial Soul to undergo a transformation?

Having thought of that, Patriarch Zhou relaxed, his anticipation growing.

They're coming out. They're about to come out!

Patriarch Zhou shouted an order. "Prepare to welcome them!"

At a certain moment,

A deafening boom rang out, and shattered rocks exploded into the sky.

Like a stone monkey bursting into the world, a figure shot up from below, somersaulted several times in the air, and landed steadily on the boulder.

"Welcome home!!"

The Zhou Clan disciples shouted in unison.

"?"

Hui Ye froze. What the hell?

As the dust cleared, he saw that the people around him were dressed in Zhou Clan clothing and immediately understood everything.

He raised an arm high and shouted, "Zhou Clan lads, Master Hui is back! Did you miss me?"

"Welcome home, Fourth Master and Fifth Master!!"

"Welcome..."

The Zhou Clan disciples broke off abruptly.

"How could this..."

Patriarch Zhou's body went rigid. His gaze fixed on Hui Ye, and after several seconds, he finally gritted his teeth and asked:

"Boy, where are my fourth and fifth brothers?"

"Who? Oh, you mean those two guys, a Soul Emperor and a Soul King?"

"That's right."

"The Earthquake Beast ate them, of course. What else? The mine collapsed like this. You think they could still be alive?"

Hui Ye sneered.

"Even if the Earthquake Beast hadn't eaten them, they would have been crushed to death in the mine."

"Why are you still alive? Was the mine collapse your doing?" Patriarch Zhou demanded.

Hui Ye's voice gradually turned cold. "You're the ones who brought the Earthquake Beast here. You can't make me carry the blame for this all by myself, can you?"

"Kill him! Kill him! Avenge our fallen clansmen!"

His eyes nearly splitting with rage, Patriarch Zhou pointed at Hui Ye and roared at the sky.

Hui Ye glanced around at the Zhou clansmen. There were roughly a few hundred of them, all young and strong members of the Zhou Clan.

They probably made up a large proportion of the Zhou Clan's population.

How thoughtful.

Hui Ye had still been figuring out how to wipe out the entire Zhou Clan in one sweep. He hadn't expected them to package themselves up and come straight to his door.

If he let even one escape, he would be letting down Patriarch Zhou's painstaking efforts.

Dozens of Zhou clansmen sent over a hundred hands raining down on Hui Ye, blotting out the sky.

Hui Ye didn't dodge, and the crowd swallowed him up in a sea of people.

Until the place was so packed that there was nowhere left to set foot.

"Explode!"

A low shout rang out, and the sound of an explosion shook the heavens.

Several kilometers away,

The Evil Soul Master Lao Si had bloodshot eyes and dark circles around them, as though he had gone days and nights without a wink of sleep.

He sniffed the air, his face lighting up with joy. "Found it!" he exclaimed.

"It's in the direction of the explosion!"