Chapter 481: The Arrival of the Lower Four Sects: The Strongest Attack Spirit Douluo, Yang Wudi

"Xiangxiang, come down and have something to eat." Inside the hotel, after an hour of rest, the group had basically recovered their strength, and Bai He came to wake Bai Chenxiang.

But after knocking on the door for a long time, there was no response from inside the room.

"Hmm?" Bai He sensed something was wrong; he was the world's number one scout and an intelligence expert.

Not only was his speed fast, but his abilities in listening for sounds to identify positions and observing expressions were also world-class.

At this moment, he could not hear any breathing inside the room, which meant there was no one in there at all.

"Could it be?"

Bai He thought of something and anxiously kicked the door open. Sure enough, it was empty inside; Bai Chenxiang's bundle hadn't even been opened and was just placed casually by the bed.

The window was wide open; it was obvious she had flown out from there.

On the table, Bai Chenxiang had left a note: "Grandfather, I cannot just give up on Grandpa Yang like this. Xiangxiang remembers that when I was young, it was always Grandpa Yang who supported us. Without him, we would not have survived. Although our lives improved later with the funds from Gulei Kingdom, my Min Clan cannot forget our roots. Please let me go and persuade Grandpa Yang again. You don't need to worry; he loves me the most and will definitely come back with me."

Bai Chenxiang could never let go of Yang Wudi. Unlike Bai He, although she was known as the eldest young lady of the Min Clan, she was still just a young girl and lacked a so-called big-picture perspective.

She only knew that Yang Wudi was her grandfather, and if not for his help in the early years, the Min Clan would have been gone long ago.

Even back when they fought against the Spirit Hall, it was the Po Clan that covered the retreat, allowing the other three clans to withdraw first, which was why the Po Clan suffered the greatest losses.

That was a great kindness of saving them from extinction.

With so much gratitude, how could she ignore it? Would she even be human if she did? Bai He saw that Bai Chenxiang wrote in the letter not to worry, but how could he not worry? If it were normal times, it would be fine, but Longxing City was a place of such right and wrong now; the Sacred Dragon Sect could strike at any moment.

Tang San had also utilized an information gap to move their departure time forward, which was the only reason he could take them away.

But going back now, they might just happen to run into the moment Tuoba Xi decided to strike.

Bai Chenxiang was no different from a sheep entering a tiger's den.

Bai He hurried downstairs to inform Tang San and the others. Tang San said angrily, "My cousin is truly lacking in judgment. I thought I had made it very clear to her yesterday. What is the use of her going back now? Even if she persuades Yang Wudi, would Tuoba Xi just let her come back like that? Too stupid."

"Sect Master, I, as her grandfather, will bear the responsibility for the mistake Xiangxiang made, but now is not the time to assign blame. We must rush back immediately, otherwise, Xiangxiang will surely die," Bai He pleaded. He did not use his status as a great-uncle to pressure Tang San, but instead pleaded as a subordinate; this was an extremely clever approach.

Tang San's current mindset was problematic; he responded to soft tactics but not hard ones, and at least this way, Bai He would not cause his dissatisfaction.

"Going back is impossible. Since Tuoba Xi wants to take action against the Four Single-Attribute Clans, the force he has gathered must be astonishing. There are hundreds of lives here; we cannot sacrifice them for the sake of one cousin," Tang San refused.

Even in the original work, he did not care too much about Bai Chenxiang, let alone now.

Hearing this, Bai He felt a chill in his heart.

At this time, Niu Gao suggested, "Old White Bird, the Sect Master is right. We finally escaped; it is impossible to go back and throw our lives away. I think it's better this way: your speed is much faster than Xiangxiang's. If you go all out to catch up, you might be able to intercept her."

Bai He nodded, "It seems that is the only way."

Bai Chenxiang flew at full speed, turning into a streak of purple light. By now, she had already returned to the territory of Star Luo, not far from Longxing City.

Previously, it was to accommodate the Strength and Defense clans; otherwise, with the speed of the Min Clan, it wouldn't have taken a day to leave Star Luo from Longxing City.

Yang Wudi had been sitting on the threshold for a day and a night, as if waiting for his own death.

Suddenly, the tightly closed gate burst open with a boom, and a large group of people rushed in.

Yang Wudi was startled awake, but he was not afraid in the slightest, looking at the group of people who had arrived with a mocking expression. They were composed of four parties: in the sky were countless Spirit Masters flying on swords; below, one party consisted of big men wearing white armor, one party was entirely middle-aged men in black, and the last were petite women wearing high heels.

"Haha, the Sacred Dragon Sect, Black Tiger Sect, Wind Sword Sect, and Sparrow Bee Sect—you really think highly of my Four Single-Attribute Clans. Three of the Lower Four Sects have come; only the Elephant Armored Sect is missing, right? Oh, I forgot, the Elephant Armored Sect seems to have been crippled by the Gu Lei Kingdom and couldn't come," Yang Wudi laughed.

The strength of the Sacred Dragon, Black Tiger, and Wind Sword sects was beyond doubt. Although the Sparrow Bee Sect did not belong to the Seven Great Sects, its strength was not much worse than the Lower Four Sects, and it was known alongside the Rock Antelope Sect and Fire Leopard Sect as the three sects with the most hope of inheriting the position of the Lower Four Sects.

And the Sacred Dragon, Black Tiger, and Wind Sword sects aimed for the Upper Three Sects, which was why the three clans had come together, with the goal of carving up the Four Single-Attribute Clans.

Four figures walked in with large strides, surrounded by a group of sect disciples.

They were the Sect Masters of these four sects.

Black Tiger Sect Master Hu Qianxing, an 88th-level Spirit Douluo; Wind Sword Sect Master Feng Bailong, an 86th-level Spirit Douluo; and Sparrow Bee Sect Master Jin Boyi, an 82nd-level Spirit Douluo.

And the Sacred Dragon Sect Master, a newly appointed Elder of the Spirit Hall, Tuoba Xi, a 91st-level Title Douluo, with the title 'Saint Dragon'!

Tuoba Xi stood at the very front. Although he was not as fat as Huyan Zhen, he was taller and had robust muscles, and combined with his aura as a Title Douluo, his deterrent effect was indeed the greatest.

"Yang Wudi, death is at your doorstep, yet you still dare to speak with sarcasm?" Tuoba Xi had deep cultivation; he had heard Yang Wudi's muttering clearly, even though it had been hidden from the others.

"Hehe, so what if I mock you? In my life, I haven't admired many people, but the Flying General Nan Feihuang is one. He did what I always wanted to do but didn't dare to, and didn't have the ability to do: he beat up the entire Spirit Hall from the Elder Hall to the Offering Hall. And now, he has nearly wiped out one of you lackeys of the Spirit Hall, the Lower Four Sects. Do you know how refreshing I felt when I heard this news? Hahahaha!!!" Yang Wudi looked up and laughed, "If I die today, it is nothing to fear; I only regret that in this life, I cannot drink three hundred cups with such a young hero."

What a heroic and spirited Yang Wudi.

Tuoba Xi's face looked ugly as he said, "You can only be smug for now. However, wasn't it said that all four clans were gathered here? Why is it so sparsely populated?"

"Sorry, Tuoba Xi, you're late. Right now, in this house, there is only me," Yang Wudi stood up and mocked Tuoba Xi.

"You stupid things, Old White Bird and the others have already gone to the Clear Sky Sect, and my Po Clan has also been disbanded, heading off in all directions. What can you in the Spirit Hall do to them?"

In fact, he did not know the true whereabouts of the other three clans. After all, he had not joined Tang San's camp, so how would Tang San tell him the follow-up plans?

So he made up a story about the Clear Sky Sect. After all, he hated the Clear Sky Sect and he hated the Spirit Hall; it would be best if they fought until both sides were crippled.

However, he had accidentally stumbled upon the truth.

"Bastard, Feng Bailong, your Wind Sword Sect has high speed; pursue them immediately and intercept them for me," Tuoba Xi ordered in a sudden rage.

"Yes!" Feng Bailong accepted the order and rose on his sword.

Seeing this, Yang Wudi summoned the Soul-Breaking Spear into his hand and threw it toward the sky, "Third Soul Skill, Explosion!"

This was Yang Wudi's Third Soul Skill. The tip of the spear suddenly erupted with a layer of black light, raising his attack power to a more terrifying level. Once it pierced any object, his soul power would produce a terrifying explosive force, giving the spear even greater destructive power.

The Po Clan's attack power was world-renowned; Feng Bailong did not dare to ignore it.

He hurriedly used his Wind Sword Sect martial soul, the Wind Sword, to block it.

Unfortunately, the moment his Wind Sword blocked the Soul-Breaking Spear, it was instantly knocked away.

The other Wind Sword Sect disciples saw this and simultaneously set up a sword formation. It took sixteen Wind Swords being pierced through by the Soul-Breaking Spear to barely block its momentum.

Yang Wudi reached out and summoned, and the Soul-Breaking Spear flew back into his hand.

The name of the strongest attack-type Tool Spirit was truly well-deserved after a single strike.

(End of chapter)