Chapter 6

After Yang Wuhu stepped forward one step and performed a salute, he closely followed Yang Wudi; he took five Soul Saints and left.

Although the Po clan had fallen on hard times, they could still muster five Soul Saints.

The Yang Wulong three brothers had previously been forever stuck at Soul Emperor rank 69; back then, condensing three child fires had consumed a great deal of Yang Yun's effort.

Only now do the Yang Wulong three brothers exhibit the bearing of Soul Douluo.

The remaining clan members are limited by talent; even with fire-seed aid for over ten years, most could only break through one major realm.

Soul Masters who have broken through two major realms remain a minority.

"Shashu!"

Yang Yusha looked doubtfully at Yang Yun: "Young master, what are your orders?"

Yang Yun silently calculated the days; Tang San and Xiao Wu will soon arrive at Suotuo City.

"Go now to secretly lurk outside Shilaike Academy in Suotuo City; once the academy begins recruitment, immediately go to Shenghun Village outside Nuoding City and search within a radius of several tens of li around the village for a waterfall."

"Carefully investigate; if a cave is found near the waterfall, look for a stalk of blue silver grass with golden threads, uproot it and bring it back with its soil."

"At the same time." Yang Yun finally leaned close to Yang Yusha's ear and whispered his instructions; after hearing them, Yang Yusha's complexion suddenly changed.

His breathing became much more hurried.

What he heard was actually a legendary hundred-thousand-year soul bone; bringing this soul bone back would surely cause an earth-shaking change in the clan chief's strength.

This is the most precious hundred-thousand-year soul bone on the entire continent.

Even the clan chief entrusted him to go alone; this shows that the young master's trust in him after becoming clan chief has not diminished in the slightest.

"Clan chief, Yang Yusha will not fail the trust and will bring it back safely; if I fail, I will atone with my death." Yang Yusha said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yun quickly grabbed Yang Yusha's shoulders and said earnestly: "What are you saying, Shashu? I won't allow you to speak like that again; to me, Shashu, you are far more precious than that soul bone; failure is no problem—what matters most is returning safely."

No matter how good a soul bone is, it's still a dead thing; how can it be compared to Shā Shū?

"Thank you, clan chief!" Yang Wushā's eye sockets reddened slightly, his heart overflowing with emotion.

Yang Wushā knew that this trip would pit him against the former youngest Title Douluo on the great road, a ruthless killer who had slain the previous Pope.

He is also the chief culprit responsible for the Breaking Clan's decline to this day.

Haotian Douluo — Tang Hao.

With good luck you won't run into him; with bad luck you might not even make it back alive.

Then proceed with caution.

Yang Wushā had just stepped out.

Boom!

The Breaking Clan's gate was knocked down by the clansmen, crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces—evidence of the opponent's tremendous force.

"Yang Wudi, our patience is limited; you Breaking Clan, don't give face, don't be shameless." A tall, burly figure swaggered in from outside.

Behind him followed several men piled with muscle.

"Allowing you to submit is already showing you respect; do you really think you're something?"

Hu Yanpo strode into the Breaking Clan, crushing the broken door planks under his feet without a care; his face bore a relaxed expression.

It seemed as if the door planks beneath his feet were the Breaking Clan itself.

"Clan chief, I—" Yang Wuli wanted to say something, but Yang Yun, walking out of the hall, raised his hand to stop him.

Seeing Yang Wuli call a wet‑behind‑the‑ears brat clan chief, Hu Yanpo was first stunned, then a crowd erupted in loud laughter.

"Ahahaha, I'm dying laughing; Yang Wudi wouldn't be such a coward, would he, actually pushing out such a brat as clan chief to send him to his death?"

"I think the Breaking Clan is just that; it would be better to submit to our Elephant Armor Sect; at least our sect master isn't a coward like Yang Wudi." Yang Yun's face remained unmoved, and he silently revealed his soul rings.

"Yang Wudi currently holds the family grand elder position; now I am the Breaking Clan's clan chief; whether to submit or not, I, Yang Yun, have the final say."

Yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red—eight soul rings, especially the final eye‑catching red aberrant hundred‑thousand‑year soul ring that made Hu Yanpo's laughter choke off.

Just like a duck with its throat pinched.

"A hundred‑thousand‑year soul ring; a thousand‑year second ring, and five black ten‑thousand‑year soul rings."

Gurgle!

Hu Yanpo's throat tightened as he swallowed saliva, his eyes fixed on Yang Yun filled with shock.

"This is impossible; you must be using some kind of illusion to try to scare me off; I, Hu Yanpo, am no one to be fooled by your illusion."

"Brothers, follow me; let's teach this Breaking Clan's so‑called new clan chief, who's been toying with us, a lesson."

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—seven soul rings pulsed on Hu Yanpo's body; he was clearly a Soul Sage, and the three behind him were all Soul Emperors.

Yang Yun showed contempt, saying: "Hu Yanpo, even if the sect master of your Elephant Armor Sect, Hu Yan Zhen, were here, you'd still have to lie down before me; today is my first day as clan chief, and I'll use you to bring fame to the Breaking Clan."

"I am the new clan chief of the Breaking Clan, Yang Yun; today Hu Yanpo of the Elephant Armor Sect openly provoked the Breaking Clan, destroying our gate and insulting our clan grand elder Yang Wudi; he should be slain to serve as a warning."

That last sentence was amplified with soul power, and the entire city within a thirty‑li radius heard it.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Weapon Soul True Form"

Everyone saw a huge figure rise in the sky, wielding the flame spear Xuan Li.

Especially the eerie, terrifying soul‑ring configuration on the phantom, plus the aberrant scarlet hundred‑thousand‑year soul ring, left countless people shocked.

"Is that a hundred‑thousand‑year soul ring?"

"Damn, Yang Yun isn't a junior of the Breaking Clan? If I recall correctly, he's only eighteen this year, and he's already a Soul Douluo?"

"Soul Douluo? Big deal; that's not worth mentioning. Look at the outermost ring—that's a hundred‑thousand‑year one."

"A hundred‑thousand‑year soul ring means he must possess a hundred‑thousand‑year soul bone; this kid is terrifying—even the Setting Sun Haotian Douluo can't compare."

"Today's matter is of great importance; it must be reported immediately to the Spirit Hall; await the Pope's decision."

"It seems the Star Luo Empire will gain another powerful family; we can no longer allow the four sects to be oppressed; the enemy of our enemy is our friend."

Who stands behind the Elephant Armor Sect is not hard to guess in the eyes of the upper echelons of the major powers.

The three behind Hu Yanpo were about to act against the Breaking Clan's members.

"You rascal, dare? Yang Wulong's Dragon-head Soul-breaking Spear struck, the mighty aura intimidated the three Soul Emperors."

Eight soul rings on his body lit up in succession.

"Seventh Soul Skill — Instrument Soul True Form." Yang Wulong hadn't forgotten that the clan chief had just said they would execute him to set an example.

Since that's the case, is there any chance of holding back? Break! Yang Wulong's spear shot forth like a dragon, and he rushed to kill the three Soul Emperors.

In this short moment, two clan members who had already surrendered and secretly broken through to Soul Saint also arrived at the scene to protect the clan's safety.

Hu Yan Po realized that when he saw Yang Wulong was also a Soul Douluo, he knew they likely wouldn't escape the Po Clan today.

"Seventh Soul Skill — Martial Soul True Form."

A roar that shattered the sky, a giant diamond beetle appeared before Yang Yun; its body shone like a diamond, exuding terrifying pressure.

"Sixth Soul Skill — Death Trample."

Hu Yan Po's current thought is simple: if he wants to kill himself, he might as well take as many Po Clan members with him as possible.

(End of chapter)