Chapter 83: Yang Wushuang, Dead!
"Elder Scorpion, keep a close watch on Yang Wushuang. Keep using your poison,"
Dugu Feng murmured beside him.
Both Elder Scorpion and Elder Snake could deploy toxins to the third stage—releasing poison quietly from every pore, striking silently and lethally.
If it came to killing Yang Wushuang, the Dugu Clan could do it without help.
Yet Dugu Feng had purposely escalated the situation, bringing in so many people and factions, leveraging the four single-attribute clans to serve as executioners.
His aim was always to divert the Spirit Hall's attention and foster a sense of unity in the Heaven Dou Empire.
But in the end, Yang Wushuang had to be killed quickly.
Letting things drag only invited trouble.
At last, after several thunderous roars, a group surged onto the battlefield—Titan, Bai He, Niu Gao, and Yang Wudi had arrived.
"Yang Wushuang, you traitor! Today, our four clans will settle accounts!"
Titan transformed into his Great Strength Gorilla form—his body towering several meters high, arms reaching his knees, dense black hair radiating raw power.
Niu Gao and Bai He also revealed their true martial soul forms.
Yang Wudi's eyes glinted cold and he attacked without hesitation.
"We fight for our own masters—no hard feelings!"
He uttered just eight words as he neared Yang Wushuang.
The two shared similar appearances—both tall, thin, and sharp-eyed.
Seeing his older brother and the others closing in, Yang Wushuang's heart filled with despair.
His brother's strength vastly outstripped his own; any hope of escape was a dream.
He understood exactly what Yang Wudi had meant: after the Clear Sky Sect sealed itself off, in order to preserve their clan, he had proposed joining the Spirit Hall.
He remembered his brother telling him, "Once you join the Spirit Hall, you're one of them—loyalty is everything. We'll meet again as enemies, each to his own fate.
If you're half-hearted, only joining to save your skin, you'll be marked as a traitor by both sides and neither will want you."
Yang Wushuang took those words to heart—two sides truly betting against each other, each loyalty distinct, each path their own.
"Hope you can make the Breaking Clan flourish in the Spirit Hall!"
That was his brother's last blessing.
One went to Spirit City, and one to the Star Luo Empire—each to their own fate.
After joining the Spirit Hall, Yang Wushuang had offered up every secret he had on the Breaking Clan and the Clear Sky Sect, finally earning Qian Renxue's trust.
Otherwise, such a massive clandestine plot as Qian Renxue's infiltration of Heaven Dou Empire would never have included him.
He hadn't expected to meet like this so soon—genuinely as enemies.
"We fight for our own masters!"
Yang Wushuang glanced at the crowd and spotted Xue Qinghe, noting her calm demeanor.
Deeply involved in Qian Renxue's coup, he instantly realized she wasn't ready to reveal herself—
and the opposing force was simply overwhelming.
He had nowhere left to flee.
"If you want to kill me—come get me!"
Yang Wushuang roared, unleashing everything.
The spear radiated a sharp, murderous intent, making all nearby pikemen tremble.
His spear will was fierce, slashing wildly—
but he was outnumbered and overpowered.
Especially when an even sharper spear thrust pierced his chest.
With a final, crashing thud, Yang Wushuang hit the ground.
Immediately, the toxins in his body surged—within seconds, his flesh decayed to bare bone.
Yang Wushuang was dead!
The battlefield fell silent.
A flicker of sorrow and fury flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes, quickly replaced by resolute coldness.
Yang Wushuang had always been loyal to her, but in this scenario, even she could not save him.
Prince Xue Xing had carefully orchestrated this alliance—
quietly and efficiently, proving her grasp over Heaven Dou City was far from absolute.
Her heart iced over—she needed to move quicker now.
"Yang Wushuang had lurked in Heaven Dou City for many years, endangering the royal family. Clan Chief Yang, with your righteous act, you are henceforth a friend to Heaven Dou!"
Prince Xue Xing declared, brimming with pride.
He had killed the hidden cancer and finally avenged his nephews.
His satisfaction was obvious.
Yang Wudi nodded—his eyes gloomier than ever. There was a bitter pain inside.
It had all happened so fast, faster than he could prepare. But reality was merciless.
As the fighting ended, Ye Qingxin of Ye Clan deployed her Nine-Heart Begonia, casting gentle waves of healing light on the wounded spirit masters.
Beside her was the veiled Ye Lengleng, brought along today.
Ye Lengleng occasionally cast sidelong glances at Dugu Feng,
thinking the Dugu Clan members were ruthless, cunning people.
Ye Qingxin didn't shield her from the truth—behind the scenes, the Dugu Clan were certainly chief conspirators.
If Yan Yan insisted on opposing Dugu Feng, she would inevitably suffer greatly—
in fact, she already had.
Hopefully, Yan Yan would be less stubborn in the future—they were, after all, cousins by blood.
Ye Lengleng's gaze didn't go unnoticed by Dugu Feng.
This clan resembled the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan: all support, no combat power.
Such clans depended on warrior clans to even hunt soul rings.
The Ye Clan's martial soul flaw was even more severe—only two Nine-Heart Begonia users could exist at a time, preventing their growth into a major force.
Most of Ye Qingxin's soul rings had been earned with help from the Dugu Clan—they shared close bonds, relying on one another.
Barring mishaps, Ye Lengleng's fourth soul ring would also be hunted by the Dugu Clan.
As the Dugu Clan grew stronger, the Ye Clan could easily become one of its vassals.
If their martial soul flaws could be fixed, Ye Clan might even become a small family, further boosting Dugu Clan support strength.
Dugu Feng already thought in terms of family strategy—the Ye Clan was already considered "his people."
Suddenly, Dugu Feng's eyes caught another figure—a tall man in red robes, surrounded by twelve temple warriors as bodyguards.
The minimum entry for a temple warrior was spirit king level,
which meant all twelve had at least rank fifty-one soul power.
The only one with such pomp in Heaven Dou City was Salas, Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall.
Upon seeing the scene, Salas's heart sank—Yang Wushuang was dead, and he was too late.
"Prince Xue Xing, you carry out such a major event in Heaven Dou City without so much as notifying me!"
Salas said coldly.
"Bishop sir, pursuing a fugitive is a matter of internal affairs—there's no need to inform the Spirit Hall!
Besides, we found conclusive evidence that Yang Wushuang poisoned both the Second and Third Princes.
He was caught concocting more poison when we found him.
Rumors abound that Yang Wushuang joined Spirit Hall.
Are you so anxious because you wish to shield him?"
Prince Xue Xing replied blandly.
(END CHAPTER)
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