The three clan leaders finally remembered.
Five years ago, Tang Yuehua came to his door crying and complaining.
She wanted the three families and the Haotian Sect to join forces to avenge Tang Hao, but Bai He exposed her plot and Yang Wudi cursed her out of the Po clan.
And the person who killed Tang Hao was standing right in front of him.
The atmosphere inside the hall suddenly became tense.
Dongfang Jingmian remained unfazed and said calmly, "It's not just Tang Hao."
"I also killed Titan, the patriarch of the Power Clan, and his son Taino."
This statement was like a boulder thrown into calm water.
The three clan leaders were sitting there.
But an invisible aura emanated from them.
They had also heard about this from Tang Yuehua and even went to investigate the details.
The conclusion is: the old gorilla family provoked trouble and offended the wrong people.
If the Power Clan is someone we can't afford to offend, how could the other three clans possibly do so?
Therefore, they stopped talking about it.
However, they are four races of the same single attribute who have been closely connected for many years, and Titan, Niu Gao, Bai He, and Yang Wudi are especially close.
They were bound to be somewhat angry when Dongfang Jing brought this up to their faces.
"Okay, okay."
"Kid, are you here to cause trouble?"
Yang Wudi raised his hand, and the phantom of the Soul-Shattering Spear already appeared in his palm.
The air pressure in the entire hall suddenly dropped.
Although the three clan leaders are not titled Douluo, they are all Soul Douluo of level 80 or above.
The three of them released their auras at the same time, and the oppressive feeling they exuded was not to be underestimated.
However, Dongfang Jing stood there, motionless.
He looked at the three faces before him, slightly distorted by anger and resentment, and calmly said:
"Regarding Titan, it was his grandson who harassed my partner first. After being defeated by my sister, he lost face, so his father jumped out and bullied my fiancée, a titled Douluo, by being the weaker one."
"What is a title? How dare such a clown offend us!"
"So he's dead! And the Titan who stood up for that foolish grandson is dead too!"
"He deserves to die!"
"you--"
Yang Wudi glared angrily, speechless after being rebuked.
So he simply stopped making excuses!
Just as he was about to activate his martial spirit.
Dongfang Jing's eyes narrowed! The stone bricks beneath his feet trembled slightly.
Immediately afterwards—
Nine spirit rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.
Nine spirit rings, six red and three black!
The air in the hall seemed to have been sucked out.
The pupils of the three clan leaders contracted sharply, their mouths slightly open, but they couldn't utter a single word.
Six 100,000-year soul rings.
Nine Rings account suspended?
How is that possible?!
This young man looks to be only in his early twenties, how could he possibly be a Title Douluo with nine rings?!
Moreover—six 100,000-year-old coins!!
In their understanding, this simply doesn't exist!
There has never been such a configuration of spirit rings in the entire history of the continent!
Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin sat beside him. Although they had witnessed it before, they were still greatly shocked when they saw this scene again.
The nine spirit rings emitted light that was dazzlingly red and deep black, and as they flickered alternately, the entire dilapidated council hall was illuminated.
For a few seconds, the three clan leaders completely lost their ability to think.
Yang Wudi stood there, stunned.
He had met many powerful figures. In his youth, he followed the Clear Sky Sect in battles across the country and even fought against Title Douluo.
But in his entire life, he had never seen anyone possess six 100,000-year soul rings.
This isn't genius, this is monster.
The three of them exchanged glances, their meanings all the same.
If a fight breaks out, can we win?
The answer is no, we can't beat them.
We absolutely cannot win!
Even so, Yang Wudi was still unwilling to back down.
For him, no matter what the opponent is like, it will not affect his mentality. Only by always maintaining the belief of victory and not letting the opponent's situation affect his own emotions can he reach the peak of his momentum and use his strongest "break".
But then, in the next second,
Yang Wudi was dumbfounded once again.
After Dongfang Jing revealed his spirit rings, the four people behind him—Biji, Xuedi, Ayin, and Bingdi—also made their moves.
Nine spirit rings slowly rose around each of them.
Although it was a simulated fake spirit ring, the people present were too strong to distinguish between the real and fake ones.
Inside the council hall, black and red lights intertwined and shimmered.
The five of them have 45 soul rings (5 x 9 = 45).
They are all at the level of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.
Five titled Douluo.
This lineup is impressive, let alone the three clan leaders.
Even if they were to bring the Haotian Sect over, they would have to think twice.
Feeling the overwhelming pressure, even Yang Wudi, the strongest among them, turned pale. The other two, needless to say, were even more affected.
Even so.
Yang Wudi still did not sit down.
That's just how the old man is; he'd rather break than bend.
Even though he knew he couldn't win, he still stubbornly stared intently at Dongfang Jing.
"hehe."
Yang Wudi let out a dry, cold laugh.
"Judging from this, if we don't agree to join you, you plan to use force? To forcibly wipe out these old bones?"
He roared at the top of his lungs, "Disobey or be annihilated! What's the difference between you and those guys from the Spirit Hall!"
Dongfang Jing hadn't even had a chance to speak.
The impatient Hyotei made the first move.
She didn't actually attack; she just increased the soul pressure.
An invisible yet substantial pressure emanated from Hyotei, landing precisely on the three clan leaders.
Yang Wudi felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, as if a mountain had fallen from the sky and pressed down on him.
His knees buckled, and he was shoved back into the chair.
The chair slid half a foot off the ground, making a screeching sound.
The three men's faces turned bright red. They tried to stand up, but found they couldn't move at all.
"What's all the fuss about?" Hyotei yawned and withdrew the pressure.
The hall returned to silence.
Dongfang Jing looked at the three clan leaders.
Although they were already filled with fear, their inherent pride and indomitable spirit still shone in their eyes.
Especially Yang Wudi.
When he was forcibly pressed back into the chair, his sinister eyes held not only fear but also resentment.
Bai He and Niu Gao were the same. Although their reactions weren't as intense as Yang Wudi's, their unwillingness to back down was evident in their tightly pursed lips.
Dongfang Jing retracted his spirit ring.
Biji, Xue Di, Bing Di, and A Yin also simultaneously withdrew their soul rings and auras.
The hall was restored to normal lighting.
"Who told you that if you don't join us, we'll kill you?" Dongfang Jing said calmly.
The three clan leaders were taken aback upon hearing this.
Dongfang Jing continued, "I'm just giving you a choice. Whether you join or not is entirely up to you."
"The Min clan, the Yu clan, the Po clan."
"Our Temple of the Blazing Sun welcomes you all."
Dongfang Jing's tone remained calm throughout, without any threat or coercion.
"Of course, it's fine if you don't join." He paused for a moment, "but this offer won't last. If you don't agree today, I won't agree to let you join later."
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