Chapter 134 The Four Great Families Fear! Qian Daobai, the God of Slaughter, Descends!
Suddenly, the two of them changed their expressions and looked ahead at the same time.
The thick medicinal mist seemed to be parted by an invisible hand, dispersing to both sides and revealing a clear passage.
Two figures, one in black and one in gold, slowly walked out of the passage.
The middle-aged man walking in front wore a black robe, had a refined face, but exuded a deep and profound aura.
The girl following behind him was dressed in magnificent golden divine attire, with unparalleled beauty and noble temperament, like a goddess descended to earth.
"Who goes there!"
The gatekeeper shouted angrily, his spear already pointed at the two men.
Qian Daobai stopped in his tracks, not even glancing at them.
"Let Yang Wudi come out and see me."
His voice was calm, yet it contained an irresistible authority.
"How dare you! How dare you address the clan leader by his given name!"
The disciple on the left shouted angrily and was about to step forward.
"stop!"
An aged voice came from deep within the valley.
Immediately afterwards, a slender figure, as fast as a ghost, appeared at the valley entrance in a few flashes.
The newcomer was a thin, elderly man.
He wore a simple linen outfit, his hair and beard were all white, and his face was covered with wrinkles, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, like those of a hawk.
On his back was a long, jet-black spear, its tip gleaming with a chilling light.
It was none other than the patriarch of the Broken Clan, Soul Douluo, Yang Wudi.
"Chieftain!"
Upon seeing him, the two gatekeeper disciples immediately bowed and paid their respects.
Yang Wudi waved his hand, signaling them to step back.
His gaze was fixed on Qian Daobai, his eyes revealing undisguised fear and hostility.
"Qian Dao Bai."
Yang Wudi pronounced the name slowly and deliberately.
"What are you doing here, Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, instead of staying in your temple? Why have you come to this remote and impoverished place?"
Qian Daobai smiled faintly.
"Clan Chief Yang, it's been many years, and your temper is still as fiery as ever."
"You lackeys of my Spirit Hall are not qualified to call me brother."
Yang Wudi retorted without any politeness.
"This wretched place of mine doesn't welcome you. Speak your mind, or shut up, and get out of here."
Qian Daobai was completely unconcerned about his rudeness.
He simply pointed to Qian Renxue beside him.
Let me introduce you.
"This is Empress Qian Renxue of the Heaven Dou Empire."
"They are also my juniors."
Yang Wudi's gaze then turned to Qian Renxue.
The moment he saw Qian Renxue clearly, his pupils involuntarily contracted slightly.
He could sense the immense and sacred power emanating from this excessively young girl before him.
It was a power that made even him feel a chill.
"Empire? Empress?"
Yang Wudi scoffed, his disdain deepening.
"You Spirit Hall really dare to dream. You want to unify the continent? Have you asked the two great empires? Have you asked all the spirit masters in the world?"
"We don't need to ask."
Qian Daobai said.
"Because the future of this continent will be written by us."
"Yang Wudi, I'm here today to give you and your Po clan a chance."
"An opportunity to survive in the new era."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wudi burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Opportunity? Qian Daobai, are you giving it to me out of charity?"
His laughter ceased, and his face instantly darkened.
"My Po clan has followed the Haotian Sect for generations. Although the Haotian Sect has been destroyed, my Yang Wudi's backbone has not softened!"
"You want me to submit to you murderers who killed His Majesty Haotian? Keep dreaming!"
"So, you're refusing?"
Qian Daobai's tone remained completely calm.
"I refuse?"
Yang Wudi stepped forward, and his aura suddenly exploded.
Eight spirit rings, two yellow, two purple, and four black, rose and swirled beneath his feet.
"Not only do I refuse, but today, I will also demand some interest on behalf of His Majesty Haotian!"
He suddenly reached out and grabbed the Soul-Shattering Spear from behind his back.
Buzz!
The spear flashes like a dragon!
An aura of unstoppable force, capable of shattering all things, surged into the sky.
"Qian Daobai, prepare to die!"
Yang Wudi roared and, without uttering a single wasted word, transformed into a black lightning bolt, rushing straight towards Qian Daobai.
His spear thrust was imbued with the full essence of his level 87 soul power; wherever the spear tip passed, even the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp explosion.
Faced with this earth-shattering attack, Qian Daobai didn't even lift an eyelid.
He didn't even summon his martial spirit.
He simply, slowly, extended one finger.
A slender, white finger, as if carved from fine jade.
Then, it gently touched the unstoppable tip of the spear.
bite!
A crisp sound, like the clinking of metal and jade, rang out.
Time stood still at that moment.
Yang Wudi's frenzied forward charge came to an abrupt halt.
The ferocious expression on his face froze.
The Soul-Shattering Spear in his hand, with its tip capable of piercing mountains, was now being effortlessly stopped by a single finger, unable to advance even an inch further.
An overwhelming force surged from that finger, flowing along the gun and into his body.
"Click...click..."
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
It did not come from Yang Wudi's bones.
It came from his own hand, from the Soul-Breaking Spear, the martial spirit that had accompanied him throughout his life!
Cracks spread rapidly from the tip of the gun to the entire gun body.
"No..."
A look of horror finally appeared in Yang Wudi's eyes.
He tried to draw his gun and retreat, but found that his martial spirit was as if it were welded to the other person's fingertip, and he could not move.
"I said that."
Qian Daobai looked at him, his voice calm.
"I gave you a chance."
The moment the words fell.
Bang!
A loud bang.
The renowned Soul-Shattering Spear shattered into countless black iron filings right before everyone's eyes.
"puff!"
With his martial spirit destroyed, Yang Wudi was shocked and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground more than ten meters away, creating a large crater in the hard rock.
One move.
Just one move.
In fact, the opponent didn't even use their martial spirit.
Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Broken Clan and a level 87 Soul Douluo, was defeated.
The defeat was so decisive and so thorough.
At the mouth of the valley, all was silent.
All the members of the Broken Clan stared in stunned silence at this scene, their faces drained of color.
Their invincible clan leader was so utterly vulnerable in front of the enemy.
Just how strong is this man?
Throughout the entire process, Qian Renxue simply stood quietly to the side.
Her gaze remained completely unwavering.
She watched Yang Wudi's attack, the resolute expression on his face, and the casual flick of her great-grandfather's finger.
(End of chapter)