Douluo: Wuhun Jiuyou Beast, inheritance of the throne of destruction

Chapter 48: Breaking the strength of the clan, the agreement of three moves!
(About Yang Wudi and the Pozhi clan, using the comic book setting)

Destroy the clan's residence.

Yang Wudi had a solemn look on his face, his eyes fixed on Ling Kuang in front of him, a spear intent rising into the sky, his martial spirit 'Soul-Breaking Spear' had been released, and his momentum was extremely fierce.

Yellow yellow purple purple black black black black.

Eight soul rings with the best configuration are vibrating around Yang Wudi.

This is not over yet.

Yang Wudi displayed the aura of Soul Douluo, but another black soul ring emerged. This was the unique feature of the 'Soul-Breaking Spear' martial soul, which came with a ten-thousand-year soul ring!
As a Soul Douluo, he possesses the soul ring configuration of a Titled Douluo.

boom!
Yang Wudi held the black soul-breaking spear in his hand, his body shrouded in a dazzling blood color, and the spear's intent was so shocking that it seemed as if it was about to solidify into substance.

This extremely sharp aura doesn't sound like Contra at all!
"Hahaha!"

Ling Kuang felt Yang Wudi's aura and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Yang Wudi, your Po Yi clan's Pohun Spear martial spirit is indeed powerful. Just in terms of attack power, you have definitely reached the level of a Titled Douluo! Not bad, not bad!"

"you flatter me."

Yang Wudi responded in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, then glanced coldly at Yang Tianming and the others and shouted, “Come over now!”

"Yes, clan leader!" Yang Tianming and others responded, and hurriedly lowered their heads and ran behind their clan leader. They did not dare to look at Ling Kuang the whole time, and did not even dare to breathe.

Ling Kuang just stood there without even releasing his martial spirit.

But the pressure they all felt was like an abyss, extremely terrifying!
Even Yang Wudi, a fierce man who dared to fight against Titled Douluo, felt tremendous pressure and did not dare to relax at all.

"Why don't you leave here? Are you afraid that you won't die fast enough?" Yang Wudi shouted angrily, and Yang Tianming's men quickly retreated.

"Yang Wudi, I didn't come here today to destroy your Pozhi clan." Ling Kuang said with a smile, as if he didn't feel the momentum from the opposite side.

"The hatred between the Spirit Hall and my Poyi clan is hard to erase. It has only been more than six years since my clan was hunted down by you and more than half of them were killed."

"As the Demon Bear Douluo and the elder of the Spirit Hall, you come to my Pozhi clan, can you be here as a guest?" Yang Wudi obviously did not believe what Ling Kuang said and retorted.

Ling Kuang smiled faintly.

"Hatred is hard to resolve, but that doesn't mean it can't be resolved. Am I right?"

Hearing this, Yang Wudi fell silent.

In fact, compared to the Spirit Hall, he hated the Haotian Sect more for abandoning the Pozhi Clan.

and.

Back then, the Spirit Hall did not kill them all, otherwise, with the strength of the Spirit Hall, they would have been able to kill every member of the Po Yi clan!
The most powerful force in the entire continent, the Spirit Hall, which houses a group of Titled Douluo.

Yang Wudi never doubted its strength!

Seeing Yang Wudi's expression, Ling Kuang raised his lips slightly and continued, "Yang Wudi, your clan's situation is not good. I want to subdue the Pozhi clan. What do you think?"

"Humph!"

Hearing this, Yang Wudi immediately snorted coldly and said unconvincedly: "Demon Bear Douluo, I respect you as a senior, but wanting to subdue my Po Yi clan is a bit too arrogant!"

"Although I, Yang Wudi, am only a Soul Douluo, I am brave and courageous. Even if you are a Titled Douluo, don't think of bullying my clan!"

That being said.

But Ling Kuang could feel that Yang Wudi was no longer as hostile to him as before, and his aura was no longer so sharp and confrontational.

"is it?"

Ling Kuang continued: "I don't want to oppress your Pozhi clan. On the contrary, I can become your clan's backer, as long as your clan works for me! Refining medicine!" "In the Xingluo Empire, the Xingluo royal family secretly targets the Pozhi clan."

"The other major families and sects are all superficially harmonious with you, but in fact they are eyeing you covetously, coveting the art of alchemy. How can you, a Soul Douluo alone, protect such huge interests?"

Yang Wudi's face darkened, but he couldn't refute it because what Ling Kuang said was the truth.

Since coming to the Xingluo Empire, all forces have been like hungry wolves, wanting to take a piece of meat from the Pozhi clan.

Even with the presence of a powerful Soul Douluo like him, the situation of the Poyi Clan is still not optimistic.

Yang Wudi was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "As long as the Spirit Hall does not attack the Pozhi Clan, I am confident that I can withstand the pressure from other forces!"

"Including the Xingluo Empire!"

Looking at Yang Wudi's tall and straight figure, like a spear, standing upright, Ling Ye wanted to subdue him more and more.

"Ha ha……"

Ling Kuang straightened his expression, staring directly into Yang Wudi's eyes, and then suddenly laughed, "So what if you can hold on? How much profit will your Po Yi clan lose? Even more, how many clan members will die in the open and secret struggles?"

"As the patriarch of the Poyi clan, your duty is to lead the clan's development and protect its members, not to cede your interests!"

Hear the words.

Yang Wudi's expression became gloomy and uncertain, his eyes kept flickering as he thought about something.

At this moment, nine figures came rushing from behind. Each of them had a strong aura, holding a black soul-breaking spear, and their bodies were covered in an astonishing blood color.

"Clan leader!"

The nine people came behind Yang Wudi and cast their eyes on Ling Kuang and Ling Ye who were standing there indifferently.

"Nine Soul Saints."

Ling Kuang glanced at them calmly, "It's a lot less than it was back then."

These are the nine elders of the Poyi Clan. Each of them is a Soul Sage. The first elder and the third elder have both reached level 79.

With the special Soul-Breaking Spear martial spirit, they all possess eight soul rings, and the attack power of the nine people has reached the Soul Douluo level. Their strength is not comparable to that of ordinary Soul Saints.

This is the current strength of the Pozhi Clan, one Soul Douluo and nine Soul Saints!
The combat power is far beyond that of its peers!
Seeing that the nine elders had all arrived, Yang Wudi felt more confident and said in a deep voice: "Demon Bear Douluo, you are an elder of the Spirit Hall, and my Po Yi clan was severely damaged by the Spirit Hall back then."

"If you want to conquer our tribe now, then you must bring out bargaining chips that are enough to convince us. Otherwise, please leave our tribe!"

The nine elders also released their aura with all their strength to support their family patriarch, dyeing half the sky red.

“Yang Wudi, the Spirit Hall is the Spirit Hall. Although I am a worshiper of the Spirit Hall, submitting to the Spirit Hall is different from working for me.” Ling Kuang said calmly.

"worship?"

Yang Wudi caught the word "worshiper" and his expression suddenly changed. "It is rumored that there is a worshiper hall in the Spirit Hall. It is extremely powerful. Every worshiper is a peak Douluo, with a minimum soul power of 96 levels."

"Demon Bear Douluo, you actually broke through to level 96!"

Ling Kuang shook his head calmly, "There's no point in talking any more, let's just fight."

"I will fight ten of you alone. If I cannot defeat you within three moves, I will leave. Otherwise, the Poyi Clan will submit to me."

"how?"

The second elder shouted coldly, "This is too much! You defeated ten of us in three moves. Even if you are a Titled Douluo, you are too arrogant!"

Yang Wudi thought about it seriously, and after a moment's silence, he said, "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)