"They are the peerless pride of our Haotian Sect, our pride, and I am naturally aware of it."
The Great Elder, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, stared intently at Fu Ye with those sinister eyes.
"They've repeatedly attempted to vandalize my shop, so I've brought my pets to destroy your sect. I figured you wouldn't refuse."
Fu Ye couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement as he watched Tang Hao and Tang Xiao trembling in the corner.
Perhaps after that incident at the hands of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, they'd learned their lesson.
But the visit was still necessary. After all, the first time could be dismissed as ignorance, but the second time was a blatant provocation.
If Sword Douluo wasn't around, his shop and his employees would likely face a disastrous end.
Fu Ye's irritation grew with each thought.
"Haha, I don't care what kind of shop you own. Even if you destroy the Spirit Hall, you won't get an inch of advantage in my Haotian Sect!"
Fu Ye ignored the Great Elder, who possessed only Level 93 Spirit Power, and instead turned his gaze towards Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.
"You two, come before me now and kowtow three times. This is the end of our feud."
Fu Ye's voice was soft, and Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's eyes were filled with anger at Fu Ye's words.
But there was no way they could defeat this monster Fu Ye!
If the sect's centuries-long foundation were destroyed because of them, they would never rest in peace.
Then, the first dramatic scene unfolded! Seeing Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, the two hailed as the two greatest heroes of their sect, actually kneel down and kowtow to the young man before them, the Great Elder was instantly overwhelmed by a powerful force that toppled them both!
"You two losers! How could our Haotian Sect produce such wimps as you willingly kneel before a young man!"
The Great Elder looked furious. Tang Hao and Tang Xiao wanted to say something, but ultimately, they kept their mouths shut.
After all, they had initially looked down on this little brat, Fu Ye, but in the end, he had immobilized them with just his aura.
The terrifying pressure was something neither of these two, the Haotian Sect's most recognized prodigies, had ever felt.
The Great Elder was furious. His martial spirit form hadn't yet dissipated, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes. A moment later, a massive hammer, obscuring the sky and the sun, suddenly struck Fu Ye without warning.
"Haotian Secret Technique, Lingtian Strike!"
Seeing his opponent's lack of martial ethics, Fu Ye refused to reason with him!
"Spiritual Mind Sword Case, out!"
As Fu Ye finished speaking, a square sword case, wrapped in nine colors, appeared at his side, its entire body like a piece of beautiful jade.
Nine sword shadows of varying forms were etched upon it, each imbued with a distinct, supreme aura.
"Sparks."
Just as the opponent's spirit-incarnation-powered Haotian Sect was about to descend upon Fu Ye, a longsword imbued with the terrifying element of fire roared out!
"Buzz!"
Meanwhile, the remaining three opponents also launched their attacks.
"Shui Han!"
"Tao Shen!"
"Zhen Yue!"
Within the divine sword case, three divine swords were unsheathed once more! They confronted the Haotian Sect's Second Elder, Fourth Elder, and Fifth Elder respectively!
"Clang!"
"Boom!
" "Bang!"
As if possessing their own consciousness, the four divine swords furiously unleashed their own sword intent, their ultimate power inflicting unbearable pain on the four facing them!
Remember, Fu Ye was relying solely on his spirit to launch his attack, without utilizing any spirit rings.
With nothing else to do, Fu Ye watched them and his spirits idly, as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, the Dark Demonic Evil Tiger, transformed into a black dog, rubbed its tiny head against Fu Ye's feet.
"Bang!"
"Awooo!"
After a kick, the dog finally quieted down, lying motionless as if its father had died.
Looking back at the still-burning battlefield and the wounded bodies of the four Haotian Sect elders, Fu Ye felt a pang of pain.
"Tianhong, Zhufeng, Leiji, Ningguang, Anlin, go."
The remaining five divine swords unleashed their power simultaneously, and in a matter of moments, the four remaining Haotian Sect elders were overwhelmed. However, some people simply deserved no sympathy. Even after holding back as much as possible, they still attempted a sneak attack.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Avatar!"
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Avatar!"
"Hammer Technique, Chaos Cloak!"
Indeed, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, at the Great Elder's behest, had been instructed to launch a sneak attack on Fu Ye. Though they resisted inwardly, they had no right to refuse.
However, in Fu Ye's eyes, their weak attacks were so weak that even if he stood there, they wouldn't be able to break his defense.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The large hammer hit eighty times, the small hammer hit forty times.
The Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique embodied all the power-generating techniques of the Haotian Nine Absolutes, created by the previous Sect Master, Tang Chen.
While the Haotian Hammer's spirit was of high quality, without the secrets Tang Chen had mastered, they were nothing more than a group of strong, talented blacksmiths.
"Sixteen."
"Boom!"
"Thirty-two."
"Boom!"
"Forty-eight."
"Boom boom!"
"Sixty-four."
"Boom boom!"
"Eighty."
"Boom!!!!"
Fu Ye unleashed blow after blow against Tang Hao and Tang Xiao. Their accumulated strength was no match for his casual punch.
He declared, "This punch weighs over three hundred tons. Can you withstand it?"
"Nine Nines Return to One, Chaos Cloak!"
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were now in despair. Fu Ye before them did nothing, effortlessly deflecting their attacks. Each of their attacks vanished without a trace, as if sinking into a quagmire.
Only now did they realize the true power of this freak Fu Ye!
And it wasn't just them. Each of the four elders had two divine swords pressed against their throats, ready to bleed to death at the slightest movement!
They watched as their sect's two unrivaled prodigies hammered down upon the young man before them, hammer after hammer, only to be easily deflected with a wave of their hands.
(Ahem, a quick aside: in Douluo 1, divine artifacts typically weigh 180,000 jin (approximately 100,000 kilograms), making even Ultimate Douluo Poseidon unable to lift them. In Douluo 3, Tang Wulin's strength in the later stages approaches over 200,000 kilograms (approximately 150 tons). Given that the protagonist possesses the full Dragon God bloodline and martial spirit, his strength is twice that of Tang Wulin, this shouldn't be surprising.)
"Is this your ultimate strength? It's truly feeble."
Fu Ye's palms transformed into nine-colored dragon claws. As the two Clear Sky Hammers descended rapidly, a humming sound and the sound of shattering objects were heard.
"Buzz!!! Crack!"
As the four elders watched in horror, Fu Ye tore apart Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's martial spirits with his bare hands!
"Puff!"
"Puff!"
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, the two unrivaled masters of the Clear Sky Sect, spat out mouthfuls of crimson blood as their martial spirits shattered.
Meanwhile, the Dark Demon Evil Tiger was still lying leisurely at Fu Ye's feet. After seeing the panicked expressions of the lowly humans in front of him, he felt so relieved!
Fortunately, he surrendered early. Although he had lost his intestines and testicles, he is now living a very comfortable life.
He would act like a spoiled child and act cute whenever he wanted. As for practicing, there was no need for that.
As long as his master was happy one day, he would have "dog food" (a hundred thousand year soul bone) to eat. One bone could be worth ten thousand years of hard training!
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