bookpower Chapter 348 My Soul Palace people are not something you old bastards can...
Chapter 348 My Soul Palace people are not something you old bastards can...
At this moment, the surrounding air felt so heavy it seemed to drip water.
"Gentlemen! Hold your fire!"
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi, suppressing his exhaustion from depleted soul power and his anxiety, quickly stepped forward and stood in the middle of the clash between the two sides. His face was pale, but his voice, though calm and earnest, maintained the composure of a sect leader as he spoke:
"At this critical juncture for the nation, with His Majesty recently deceased, and the Spirit Hall still harboring treacherous intentions and eyeing us covetously, we should unite in our hatred of the enemy and jointly resist foreign aggression!"
"We must not let momentary anger lead us to kill each other, thus weakening our strength to resist the Spirit Hall!"
"The duel between Clan Chief Yang and the Seventh Elder was fair, and the outcome is now clear for all to see. We urge everyone to prioritize the greater good of the Empire and the cause of confronting the Spirit Hall, and temporarily set aside our hostility! We can discuss the rights and wrongs once the situation has stabilized."
At the same time, Prince Xuexing, supported by Marshal Gelong, staggered forward, his face still bearing the grief and shock of losing his brother. He said solemnly:
"Sect Leader Ning is absolutely right! My imperial brother has just... just suffered a fatal attack from the Spirit Hall. The foundation of the empire is shaken, and the people are filled with fear! At this moment, we need all of you powerful figures to work together to stabilize the situation and support the royal family! If you continue to fight to the death here, the empire... the empire will truly be finished! For the sake of the late emperor, for the sake of the empire, please, all of you, quell your wrath!"
Two influential figures in the Heaven Dou Empire stepped in to mediate, their words carrying considerable weight, and their reasons compelling.
Under normal circumstances, it might still be of some use.
However, at this moment, the four elders of Haotian Sect, especially the second elder who was in charge, only had eyes for Yang Wudi, the traitor who had seriously injured Tang Xiao and publicly defeated and humiliated the seventh elder.
The sect has lost face, and the elders' prestige has been damaged.
Such a great humiliation must be washed away with blood. How can the Haotian Sect stand on its own feet?
Moreover, the combat power that Yang Wudi just displayed, especially that terrifying Fusion Ring Strike, has already made them wary. If this person is not eliminated, he will surely become a major threat in the future!
"Sect Leader Ning, Prince Xuexing, this is a matter of our Haotian Sect cleaning house, and has nothing to do with the overall situation of the Empire. Please do not meddle in our affairs!"
The Second Elder's voice was icy as he rudely interrupted their persuasion, speaking in a cold tone.
"Yang Wudi has committed insubordination, betrayed his sect, and harmed his master; his crimes deserve death! If we let this scoundrel go today because of your few words about the bigger picture, what will become of the prestige of our Haotian Sect? What use will our sect rules be?!"
As he spoke, his icy gaze once again locked onto Yang Wudi, who was surrounded in the center and had a weak breath, his killing intent undiminished.
"If this official is not eliminated, we will not be at peace, let alone help the Empire fight against the Spirit Hall! Today, Yang Wudi must die! Anyone who tries to stop him will be an enemy of our Clear Sky Sect!"
This ruthless and almost arrogant statement instantly turned Ning Fengzhi and Prince Xue Xing's expressions extremely ugly. They hadn't expected the Clear Sky Sect to be so arrogant, completely disregarding the greater good of the Empire and the cause of fighting against the Spirit Hall!
"Hahahaha—!"
Just then, a hoarse laugh filled with endless mockery and indignation erupted from the center of the encirclement. It was Yang Wudi!
He leaned on the Soul-Breaking Spear, swaying precariously, yet his back remained ramrod straight. His crimson eyes swept over the four Haotian Sect elders surrounding him, his face filled with disdain and resolute determination.
"What a fine example of cleaning house! What a set of rules!"
"Hahaha! Haotian Sect, you bunch of hypocritical and utterly despicable old bastards! Back then, when you needed my Po Clan to charge into battle and refine medicine, you made solemn promises and called us brothers. But when you caused such a catastrophic disaster, when faced with the pressure from the Spirit Hall, you didn't hesitate to discard our four clans like rags, leaving us to be destroyed, our families wiped out, and rivers of blood flowing!"
With each word he spoke, his breathing became more rapid, but his voice grew increasingly loud and indignant.
"My younger brother, Yang Wushuang, poured his heart and soul into researching countless elixirs to heal injuries for the Clear Sky Sect! And what was the result? When the Spirit Hall attacked, you couldn't protect him, and he was captured by the Spirit Hall, his fate still unknown! Have you felt even a shred of remorse? Have you ever thought of rescuing him?!"
"Now that they see my Po clan hasn't been wiped out, and that I, Yang Wudi, am still somewhat useful, they want to put on airs of being a master again?"
"Seeing that I defeated your arrogant elder and humiliated you, you've thrown all shame into it, disregarding the bet and resorting to this despicable act of silencing me by outnumbering me?!"
Yang Wudi spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, slammed the Soul-Shattering Spear down hard with a muffled clang, and roared with his last ounce of strength, his hair standing on end in fury:
"Bah! What number one sect in the world! They're clearly a bunch of treacherous, shameless, cowardly cowards who only know how to bully their own kind! Cowards! Hypocrites! Even if I die today, I'll curse them to my heart's content! Want to kill me? Come on! Let's see if you shameless old bastards have the guts to bear the wrath of my Soul Palace and the ridicule of the world!"
Yang Wudi's words were like knives, each sentence drawing blood!
This completely ripped the Haotian Sect's fig leaf to shreds!
"Arrogant brat! Die!" The Second Elder's face turned purple from the insults, filled with shame and anger. He could no longer contain himself and roared as the Haotian Hammer in his hand shone brightly, ready to be the first to strike!
At the same time, the other three elders also raised their hammers, and terrifying soul power instantly condensed, about to completely engulf Yang Wudi's thin but upright figure in the center!
"How dare you, you old scoundrel!"
Seeing this scene before him, Dugu Bo's eyes widened in fury. The emerald green poisonous mist that had been accumulating around him burst forth like a tsunami, then transformed into several ferocious poisonous dragons that rapidly swept towards the arena, attempting to block the four deadly hammer shadows that were hurtling towards Yang Wudi.
"Haotian Sect! I'll fight you to the death!"
Niu Gao roared first, and then his armored giant rhinoceros charged forward fiercely, the earth rumbling instantly, as he rushed straight to the flank of the Haotian Sect elder who was closest to him.
However, despite their speed, they still seemed a fraction of a second slower.
But just as the shadows of those four Haotian Hammers were about to engulf Yang Wudi...
A blood-red figure appeared out of thin air in front of Yang Wudi at a speed that exceeded the perception and reaction limits of everyone present, as if he had been standing there all along!
There was no sign of any soul power eruption, nor any dazzling light.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying pressure, pure, savage, and with the violent aura of a prehistoric beast, suddenly erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption!
This figure stood perfectly between Yang Wudi and the four falling Haotian Hammers!
He was an exceptionally tall and burly red-haired man. His red hair stood on end like fire, his face was rugged, and his eyes, like copper bells, burned with a tangible blood-red flame. His bronze skin and rock-like, well-defined muscles exuded an explosive sense of power.
It is none other than the Crimson King, one of the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts!
"Do you think you old bastards can mess with the people of my Soul Palace?" (End of Chapter)