Douluo's Flame Spear: Chongli's Demise and Heart Flame's Overpowered Power

Chapter 6: He should be executed as a warning to others.

After Yang Wuhu stepped forward to pay his respects, he followed closely behind Yang Wudi and left with the five Soul Saints.

Although the Po clan was in decline, they could still muster five Soul Saints.

The three Yang brothers were previously stuck at the Soul Emperor level 69. It took Yang Yun a lot of effort to condense the three sub-fires back then.

That's how the three Yang brothers, Wulong, and Yang Wulong, achieved their current heroic status as Contra Douluos.

The rest of the clansmen were limited by their natural talents, and even with the help of the fire seed for more than ten years, most of them only broke through one major realm.

Soul Masters who have reached the two major realms are still a minority.

"Uncle Shark!"

Yang Wusha looked at Yang Yun with a puzzled expression: "Young Master, what are your orders?"

Yang Yun secretly calculated the days; Tang San and Xiao Wu would be arriving in Soto City in the next few days.

"You will now go to Shrek Academy in Soto City and lie in wait. Once the academy begins enrolling students, immediately go to Holy Soul Village outside Notting City and search for a waterfall within a radius of several dozen miles around the village."

"Search carefully. If you find any caves around the waterfall, look for a blue silver grass with golden threads and bring it back with its roots and soil intact."

"At the same time," Yang Yun whispered in Yang Wusha's ear, and Yang Wusha's expression changed drastically after hearing it.

My breathing became much more rapid.

What did he hear? It was the legendary 100,000-year-old soul bone! If this soul bone were brought back, the clan leader's strength would definitely undergo a tremendous change.

This is the most precious 100,000-year-old soul bone in the entire continent.

The fact that the clan leader trusted him enough to send him alone to retrieve it shows that the young master's trust in him remained undiminished even after becoming the clan leader.

"Clan leader, Yang Wusha will certainly live up to your trust and bring him back safely; if I fail, I will atone with my death," Yang Wusha said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yun quickly grabbed Yang Wusha's shoulder and said seriously, "Uncle Shark, what are you saying? I won't allow you to say that again. Uncle Shark, you are much more precious to me than that soul bone. Failure is fine, the most important thing is to return safely."

"No matter how good the soul bone is, it is still an inanimate object. How can it be compared with Uncle Shark?"

"Thank you, clan leader!" Yang Wusha's eyes reddened, and he was deeply moved.

Yang Wusha knew that this time he would be facing the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, the ruthless man who killed the previous Pope.

They are also the culprits behind the ruined clan's current state.

Haotian Douluo – Tang Hao.

If you're lucky, you won't run into them; if you're unlucky, you might not come back alive.

Be careful.

Yang Wusha had just left.

"boom!"

The gate of the Broken Clan was smashed open and fell to the ground by its own members, the gate itself shattered into pieces; this shows the immense force of the attack.

"Yang Wudi, our patience is limited; you Po Yi Clan, don't push your luck." A tall and burly figure swaggered in from outside.

Several muscular men followed behind him.

"To have you submit is an honor for your Broken Clan. Do you really think you're something special?"

Hu Yanpo strode into the Po Clan, carelessly crushing the broken door panels beneath his feet; a look of contentment crossed his face.

It seemed as if the door panel beneath their feet belonged to the Broken Clan.

"Clan leader, I..." Yang Wuli wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yang Yun, who came out of the hall.

When Hu Yanpo saw Yang Wuli address a callow youth as clan leader, he was taken aback at first, and then the group burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, that's hilarious! Yang Wudi can't be such a coward, can he? He actually put forward such a brat as the clan leader to die?"

"I see through the Elephant Armor Clan; they're not much better off submitting to our Elephant Armor Clan. At least our Elephant Armor Clan's leader isn't a coward like Yang Wudi."

Yang Yun remained unmoved, but silently revealed his soul rings.

"Yang Wudi is currently the Grand Elder of the clan, while I am now the Clan Chief of the Broken Clan; whether or not to submit is up to me, Yang Yun."

Yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red

The eight spirit rings, especially the last one—a dazzling red, eerie 100,000-year spirit ring—silenced Hu Yanpo's laughter.

It's like a duck with its throat being squeezed.

"One hundred thousand. One hundred thousand year soul ring; a second one every thousand years, and five more black ten thousand year soul rings."

Glug!

Hu Yanpo's throat tightened, saliva dripped from his mouth, and his eyes were filled with horror as he looked at Yang Yun.

"That's impossible! You must be using some kind of trick to scare me away. Who do you think I, Huyan Po, am? How could I be fooled by your tricks?"

"Brothers, follow me! Let's teach this so-called new patriarch of the Broken Clan who's been toying with us a lesson!"

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black

Hu Yanpo's seven soul rings pulsated, revealing him to be a Soul Saint; the three people behind him were all Soul Emperors.

Yang Yun said with disdain, "Hu Yanpo, even if your Elephant Armor Sect's Sect Master Hu Yanzhen came here, he would still have to kneel down before me. Today is my first day as the clan leader, and I'll use you to pave the way for my Po clan to make a name for itself."

"I am Yang Yun, the newly appointed patriarch of the Po clan. Today, Hu Yanpo of the Elephant Armor Sect openly provoked the Po clan, destroying my gate and insulting my clan's elder, Yang Wudi. He shall be executed as a warning to others."

The following sentence was amplified by soul power, and the sound could be heard throughout the entire city and within a radius of thirty miles.

"Seventh Soul Skill - True Form of the Weapon Spirit"

Everyone saw a huge figure rising into the sky, wielding the flaming spear Chongli.

The eerie and terrifying soul ring configuration on the phantom, as well as the eerie crimson 100,000-year soul ring, shocked countless people.

"Is that a 100,000-year-old spirit ring?"

"Holy crap, isn't Yang Yun a descendant of the Breaking Clan? If I remember correctly, he's only eighteen this year, and he's already a Soul Douluo?"

"Contra is nothing, that's the least worth mentioning; look at the outermost spirit ring, that's worth 100,000 years."

"A 100,000-year soul ring means he must have a 100,000-year soul bone. This kid is terrifying; even the once-powerful Haotian Douluo is far behind him."

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

"It seems that my Star Luo Empire will soon have another powerful family. We can no longer allow the four sects to be bullied; the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

It's not hard for the top leaders of various forces to guess who's behind the Elephant Armor Sect.

The three people behind Huyan Po were about to attack the Po clan.

"How dare you, you brat?" Yang Wulong thrust his Dragon Head Soul-Breaking Spear forward, his powerful aura intimidating the three Soul Emperors.

The eight spirit rings on his body lit up one after another.

"Seventh Soul Skill - True Form of Weapon Soul." Yang Wulong had not forgotten that the clan leader had just said to kill him as a warning to others.

Given this, where is there any possibility of holding back?

break!

Yang Wulong's spear moved like a dragon, charging towards the three Soul Emperors.

In the short span of time, two clansmen who had already surrendered and secretly broken through to the Soul Saint realm also arrived at the scene to protect the safety of their clansmen.

When Hu Yanpo saw that Yang Wulong was also a Soul Douluo, he already knew that he probably wouldn't be able to leave the Po clan today.

"Seventh Soul Skill - Martial Soul True Body".

With a roar that pierced the sky, a gigantic diamond mammoth appeared before Yang Yun; its body, shining like a diamond, exuded a terrifying pressure.

Sixth Soul Skill - Death Stomp

Hu Yanpo's current thoughts are very simple: if he wants to kill him, he should take as many members of the Po clan as possible with him.

(End of this chapter)