Chapter 479: The Disintegrating Single-Attribute Clans

"A million-year soul bone!!" Shui Bing'er was stunned dumb after hearing Nan Feihuang's explanation.

Although she did not know what the so-called Ice and Fire Dragon King was, nor was she clear that a treasure of such a grade as the Ice and Fire Dragon King Bone existed in this world.

However, the mere claim that the power of this soul bone was not inferior to, or even surpassed, a million-year soul bone was enough for her to understand how powerful this soul bone was.

On the Douluo Continent, the number one item on a Spirit Master's dream list was a ten-thousand-year spirit ring or soul bone; a million-year spirit beast was something one didn't even dare to imagine.

Shui Bing'er could not help but cast a look of admiration toward this junior brother; in this world, perhaps only he could have such bold and whimsical ideas.

She admitted that she had misunderstood her junior brother just now; not only did he not waste time, but he was actually working very hard to consider the future.

As long as he obtained that Ice and Fire Dragon King Bone and absorbed it, his soul power would very likely be pushed directly to Level Ninety, becoming a true Title Douluo.

"Junior brother, keep it up, I will work hard too!" Shui Bing'er seemed to have been inspired, or rather, she had been spurred on by Nan Feihuang.

Since Nan Feihuang was already so powerful yet still worked so hard, what reason did she have to slack off? After this, Shui Bing'er directly used Meditation to replace sleep, increasing her soul power even while resting.

Feihuang was very satisfied with this; this was his good senior sister, a qualified future deputy general for a Peerless God General.

After the two had traveled for two days, they had already entered the territory of the Star Luo Empire. According to the news sent by Xun Yu, because of the pressure from the Spirit Hall, the Four Single-Attribute Clans could only huddle together for warmth and hold an early gathering; at this moment, they were all gathered in the Yu Clan's Longxing City.

Moreover, Feihuang guessed that they were likely thinking of retreating at this time, especially before Tuoba Xi arrived, to leave the scope of the Star Luo Empire. Once he appeared, the Lower Four Sects would no longer be so polite to them.

It was said that most of the small sects in Star Luo had already agreed to become affiliates of the Lower Four Sects, leaving only the Four Single-Attribute Clans as the four thorns in their side.

The next time Tuoba Xi came in person, he would surely give them one last chance, and that was a chance they would definitely refuse.

At that time, the most likely thing for Tuoba Xi to do would be to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, letting all the sects see the consequences of resisting them.

At the entrance of the Yu Clan's residence in Longxing City, just as Feihuang had expected, Tang San had already persuaded three of the Four Single-Attribute Clans and was preparing to take these three clans away.

The only one who did not agree was, naturally, the most stubborn Yang Wudi of the Po Clan.

A girl with a pretty face and a graceful figure was still trying hard to persuade Yang Wudi.

"Yang Yeye, I beg you, come with us! If you stay here alone, the Spirit Hall will not let you go. Do you not want to see Xiangxiang anymore in the future?"

Yang Wudi affectionately stroked the girl's hair. He had no descendants, and he had always cherished the girl before him as if she were his own granddaughter.

"Xiangxiang, you don't need to persuade me anymore. Even if it means death and the destruction of the clan, I do not want to let the Po Clan and the Tang Family, or the Clear Sky Sect, have any connection ever again. Yang Yeye won't be able to take care of you in the future; you must listen to your grandfather. As a girl, you don't need to push yourself too hard; finding a good husband to protect you would also be nice, you know?"

"I'm sorry, Old Goat, I..." Bai He stopped mid-sentence. In truth, the one who owed Yang Wudi the most here was him.

The Min Clan was the weakest among the Four Single-Attribute Clans. In recent years, under the pressure of the Spirit Hall and the high-pressure policies of the Star Luo Empire itself, they were almost unable to survive.

If it hadn't been for the Po Clan disregarding their own financial straits and desperately aiding them, plus the large sum of funds Feihuang gave them to buy an Immortal Herb, the Min Clan would likely have already disappeared into the torrent of history.

"Say no more, Old White Bird. I understand your difficulties. After all, you are a clan leader; responsibility is more important than personal feelings," Yang Wudi sighed.

Although the Spirit Hall's Soul Hunting Operation had not achieved complete success, their subsequent actions had become even more aggressive.

This time, it wasn't just the Elephant Armored Sect pressuring the Yu Clan; not long ago, people had also come to the Min Clan and the Po Clan. For the Min Clan, it was the Wind Sword Sect Master, Feng Bailong, inviting Bai He to join the Wind Sword Sect to form a super sect based on speed.

For the Po Clan, it was the Deputy Sect Master of the Sacred Dragon Sect, Tuoba Lie, hoping to obtain the power of the Po Clan to form a powerful attack sect.

Yang Wudi not only refused on the spot, but even almost fought with Tuoba Lie. Tuoba Lie was still quite wary of Yang Wudi's attack power, which exceeded that of a Title Douluo, so he gave him some time to consider.

Next time, he would not go alone, but would bring other experts from the Sacred Dragon Sect, and perhaps even his brother, Tuoba Xi.

After all, the Po Clan now only had Yang Wudi as a Spirit Douluo; as long as Tuoba Xi joined forces with his brother, the two of them could easily slaughter the Po Clan.

Originally, they might have come to the door again these few days, but fortunately, news had come not long ago that Huyan Zhen had died at the hands of the Element Academy, and the Elephant Armored Sect's strength had been greatly reduced, winning them some breathing room.

Now was the best time to leave; any later and it would be too late.

Under such intense pressure, Bai He really could not hold on any longer. They had to seek shelter; as a clan leader, there was nothing more important than letting his clansmen survive.

It just so happened that Tang San invited them at this time. After all, he was his grandson; with no other choice, Bai He finally agreed.

"Alright, stop dawdling. We've been friends; today might be the last time we see each other. This old man will drink this cup to the dregs to see you off. I wish you a bright future." Yang Wudi looked at his three old friends and drank the wine in the flagon in one breath.

Then he turned and walked into the house. Niu Gao had gifted the Yu Clan's residence to him before leaving.

The Yu Clan were the ones who did construction; their houses were always much better than the dilapidated place the Po Clan had before.

Bai He sighed, took Bai Chenxiang, and followed Tang San with Titan and Niu Gao, preparing to leave the Star Luo Empire.

They would not return to Tiandou City either, because that place was now no different from Nan Feihuang's territory.

If Tang San wanted to carve out a world of his own, he had to continue to expand his influence.

In that mysterious space, the Asura God who brought him to this world had pointed out a path for him.

Bai Chenxiang looked back at Yang Wudi's lonely and desolate figure every few steps. She was truly afraid, afraid that she would never see this Yang Yeye who had cherished her since she was a child again.

What "last time we see each other"? She didn't want that! Yang Wudi returned to the house and immediately dismissed his clansmen. He was, after all, a clan leader. Although the Po Clan had backbone and did not want to rely on the Tang Family anymore, he could not watch them die one by one at the hands of the Spirit Hall.

Resisting head-on was impossible; only by scattering and fleeing would there be any hope of survival.

As for himself, he would not leave. As long as he was still there, Tuoba Xi's gaze would only be on him, and he could hold off Tuoba Xi for a while to buy time for his clansmen to retreat.

Looking at the empty house, Yang Wudi laughed self-deprecatingly and sat on the steps at the door, drinking alone. He was a male chauvinist; no matter what, he would never shed tears, as all tears were swallowed into his stomach.

Yet he still felt very heartbroken. No matter how calm he sounded on the surface, understanding the difficulties of Bai He and the others, he could not help but feel a sense of resentment at being betrayed and abandoned in his heart.

Even so, his wishes for the other three clans just now were still from the heart.

"Go, just go. As long as everyone is living well, that is enough!"

(End of chapter)