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"Very well, we shall meet again!" Qianjun Douluo cupped his hands and said in a solemn voice, "For now, I must take my leave!"
With that, Dai Pojun waved a hand and commanded in a tone that brooked no argument, "Spirit Master Legion, retreat with me! Brother!"
"Understood! Witness my Sky-Shattering Blow! Hah!"
Jiangmo Douluo let out a furious roar. His Coiling Dragon Staff shot from his hand like an arrow released from its bowstring, whipping up a fierce gale as it smashed forward with the force of a whirlwind scattering autumn leaves!
Boom—
A deafening, explosive sound echoed through the heavens. The valley, which had been blocked by countless tons of rubble, was instantly pierced by the impact of the Coiling Dragon Staff, leaving a massive, gaping hole.
The opening was a full five meters high and three meters wide, large enough for four or five people to advance side-by-side. Such terrifying power caused the expressions of Dai Pojun and his men to tighten. A heavy feeling settled in Dai Pojun's own heart as he thought to himself.
What terrifying strength! To think that even after battling Davis, this Jiangmo Douluo still possesses the power to shatter a valley wall with a single blow, and with such apparent ease. Even I would be incapable of such a feat. As expected of a Consecrated Douluo from Spirit Hall, he truly has some skill!
Dai Pojun sighed inwardly with both awe and concern, thinking, It is said that Spirit Hall has a total of seven Great Consecrations, and Jiangmo Douluo is merely the weakest among them. If even the weakest is this formidable, I can only imagine how terrifying the legendary Peerless Douluo, Qian Daoliu, must be. Spirit Hall's legacy spans ten thousand years, and its foundations run deep. Even if the Star Luo Empire and the Clear Sky Clan were to join forces, we might not be their match!
At this thought, Dai Pojun could only shake his head with a sense of utter helplessness.
Meanwhile, after Jiangmo Douluo had blasted a path through the valley, the ambushed Spirit Master forces used every last ounce of their strength to scramble out of the opening. All they wanted now was to return to Spirit Hall as quickly as possible, terrified of being left behind. Spirit Hall's elite army, once composed of over ten thousand Spirit Masters, was now reduced to fewer than five hundred. Such a staggering outcome would surely cause the jaws of many to drop in utter disbelief.
After all the Spirit Masters had escaped the valley, a cold smirk appeared on Jiangmo Douluo's face. His recent blow had served a dual purpose: not only had it saved the trapped Spirit Masters, but it also carried a deeper meaning. It was a clear demonstration of power to Dai Pojun and his entourage, a warning that he and Qianjun Douluo were not to be trifled with. They were not some pampered, foppish nobles; they possessed both the strength and the means to be utterly ruthless!
Having rescued all the remaining Spirit Masters from the valley, Qianjun Douluo waved his hand, leading the vast army of Spirit Masters in a retreat toward Spirit Hall. Just before leaving, Qianjun Douluo shot a provocative glance at Dai Pojun, as if to say, "Come after us if you dare. Those who pursue me shall meet their end!"
Only after Qianjun and Jiangmo Douluo had retreated did Dai Pojun descend with Zhu Yaqin. She immediately threw her arms around Davis's shoulders, her voice filled with deep concern. "Davis, I heard you fought with those two, Qianjun and Jiangmo. How are you? Are you injured?"
"I'm fine, Mother Empress!"
Davis shook his head and turned to look at Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing. He activated his Ice and Fire Evil Eyes to inspect their injuries, worried they might have sustained internal damage, just as Tang Hao had. Fortunately, after a thorough examination, he found they had only suffered minor injuries and were not in any serious danger, which allowed him to breathe a profound sigh of relief.
Dai Pojun, meanwhile, gathered with Tang Xiao and the three elders. He took a deep breath and sighed, "Your Excellency Clear Sky, esteemed elders, although we have temporarily repelled Spirit Hall's forces, after this battle, the relationship between us and Spirit Hall is now one of utter and irreconcilable enmity. The Clear Sky Clan has suffered a great blow, and the Fifth and Sixth Elders have fallen in succession. If you remain in the Heaven Dou Empire, and Spirit Hall launches another night raid, I fear we will not be able to arrive in time to assist. I have previously discussed with Your Excellency Clear Sky the possibility of relocating the Clear Sky Clan to the Star Luo Empire. I wonder what your thoughts are on the matter now?"
As he finished speaking, Dai Pojun discreetly glanced at Tang Xiao, a barely perceptible flicker of eagerness in his eyes. If the Clear Sky Clan were to join the Star Luo Empire, its overall national strength would undoubtedly rise to a new level. Although the clan had suffered heavy losses, it still had three Titled Douluo, making its comprehensive strength no less than that of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Tang Xiao glanced at the hundred-odd disciples of the Clear Sky Clan who had followed him. After the battle, only these hundred or so remained with the strength to fight; the other four hundred were seriously injured and recuperating back at the clan. Looking at their determined, unyielding faces, Tang Xiao knew that as their Clan Master, he had to consider their future. Finally, he nodded with a sense of resignation and let out a heavy sigh.
"Sigh, it is all because of my brother Hao's impulsiveness! We lay dormant for thirteen years, and the foundation we so painstakingly rebuilt has been squandered in an instant. So be it, so be it…"
As he spoke, Tang Xiao seemed to age by decades. He looked at Dai Pojun and said gravely, "Your Majesty, I shall do as you have suggested. I will temporarily relocate the Clear Sky Clan to the Star Luo Empire."
Tang Xiao bit down hard on the word "temporarily." There was no doubt that if the Clear Sky Clan were to rise again one day, he would lead his people back to the Heaven Dou Empire and return to their true homeland.
Upon receiving Tang Xiao's consent, Dai Pojun's eyes lit up with triumph. It was settled!
"Excellent! Then there is no time to lose. Let us quickly gather the injured members of the Clear Sky Clan and return to your home base tonight."
After a brief pause, Dai Pojun continued, "Your Excellency Clear Sky, please rest assured. I will mobilize the finest blacksmiths to help you rebuild your home!"
"In that case, I must thank Your Majesty!" Tang Xiao cupped his hands in a formal salute. The twenty-thousand-strong army immediately mobilized, heading back toward the Clear Sky Clan's headquarters. Once they had gathered the injured, they would proceed onward to the Star Luo Empire.
After three days of travel, the group finally returned to the Clear Sky Clan. The disciples immediately began to pack their belongings while the White Tiger soldiers prepared the carriages. Once everything was ready, they would depart for the Star Luo Empire.
Outside the clan's gates, Tang Yuehua stood atop a mountain peak, gazing at the ruins and devastation that had once been her home. Memories of her childhood flooded her mind.
Fourteen years ago, after Tang Hao had provoked Spirit Hall and forced the Clear Sky Clan to seal its gates, Tang Yuehua had worked tirelessly to see it reopened. She had toiled for thirteen long years, and only she knew the true hardships she had endured during that time.
Thirteen years later, the Clear Sky Clan was finally unsealed, once again becoming the number one clan under heaven. Yet, she had never imagined that just one year after its re-emergence, Tang Hao would once again bring the "calamity" of Spirit Hall upon them, leading to the clan's utter destruction. If Dai Pojun and his son, Davis, had not arrived with their army to rescue them, the Clear Sky Clan would likely have been completely wiped from existence by Spirit Hall.
As this thought crossed her mind, and as she looked upon the countless bodies of the Clear Sky Clan's disciples, recalling the gruesome deaths of the Fifth and Sixth Elders and the tragic sight of Tang Xiao's severed arm, Tang Yuehua, for the very first time, felt a wave of deep resentment toward Tang Hao. And this resentment was only growing stronger with each passing moment.
If Tang Hao were here right now, she would surely rush to him and berate him furiously.
Tell me, why did you have to go and provoke Spirit Hall for no reason? Are you happy now? The Fifth Elder is dead, the Sixth Elder is dead, so many people are dead, and Big Brother has lost an arm! Are you satisfied now? Must you drag the entire Clear Sky Clan to the grave with you?!
(End of this chapter)