Chapter 251: The Distance Between Brother and Sister
"Very well, we'll see you later!" Fifteen Ton Douluo bowed and said solemnly, "I'll take my leave now!"
Dai Pojun waved his hand and commanded in an unyielding tone, "Spirit Master Corps, retreat with me! Brothers!"
"Understood! Watch my Heaven-shattering Strike! Hurry!"
With a furious roar, the Coiling Dragon Rod flew out like an arrow, stirring up a whistling gust of wind as it smashed down with devastating force!
Boom—
A resounding explosion resounded through the sky. The valley, sealed off by countless rubble, was blasted clean through by the Coiling Dragon Rod's impact, creating a massive hole.
The hole was five meters high and three meters wide, wide enough for four or five people to advance side by side. Dai Pojun and the others frowned at the terrifying force, and Dai Pojun's heart sank, thinking to himself,
"What a terrifying power!" I never imagined that after his battle with Dai Weis, this Demon-Subduing Douluo still had the strength to smash through the valley with a single Rod, and with such ease. Even I couldn't do that. As worthy of being a Spirit Hall Priest, he truly possesses some skill!
Dai Pojun sighed inwardly, exclaiming in amazement, "It's said that the Spirit Hall has seven great Priests, and Demon-Subduing Douluo is only the weakest. If this weakest is so formidable, I wonder how terrifying the legendary Peerless Douluo Qian Daoliu must be.
The Spirit Hall has a millennia-old foundation and profound heritage. Even if the Star Luo Empire and the Clear Sky Sect joined forces, they might not be a match for him!"
At this thought, Dai Pojun shook his head helplessly.
Meanwhile, after Demon-Subduing Douluo's Rod blasted through the valley, the ambushed Spirit Masters scrambled to escape the cave entrance, desperately trying to return to Spirit City, fearing they would be left behind.
The Spirit Hall's elite force of over ten thousand Spirit Masters was now reduced to fewer than five hundred. This result would surely shock many.
After all the Spirit Masters had escaped the valley, Demon-Subduing Douluo sneered. His recent blast through the valley wasn't just to rescue the Spirit Masters; it also had a deeper meaning.
It was to demonstrate to Dai Pojun and his group that he and Fifteen Ton Douluo were not to be trifled with. They were no frivolous playboys; they possessed strength and skill!
After rescuing every Spirit Master in the valley, Fifteen Ton Douluo waved his hand and led the army of over ten thousand Spirit Masters back to Spirit City.
Before leaving, Fifteen Ton Douluo glanced at Dai Pojun with a provocative look, as if to say, "Catch up if you dare. Anyone who chases me will die!"
After Fifteen Ton and Demon-Subduing Douluo retreated, Dai Pojun came down with Zhu Yaqin. Zhu Yaqin hugged Dai Weis' shoulders and asked with concern, "Weis, I heard you had a battle with Fifteen Ton and Demon-Subduing Douluo. How are you? Are you hurt?"
"Mother, I'm fine!"
Dai Weis shook his head and turned to look at Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing. He opened his icy and fiery evil eyes and examined their injuries. It would be bad if they had hidden injuries like Tang Hao.
Fortunately, after a thorough examination, he found that they only suffered minor injuries and were not seriously injured. Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Dai Pojun gathered with Tang Xiao and the three Elders. He took a deep breath and sighed, "Your Majesty Xiaotian, three Elders, although we have temporarily repelled the Spirit Hall's Spirit Master forces, after this battle, we and the Spirit Hall are now at war to the death.
The Clear Sky Sect is now severely damaged, and the Fifth and Sixth Elders have fallen one after another. If we continue to stay in the Heaven Dou Empire, if the Spirit Hall launches another night attack, I am afraid we will not be able to arrive to help immediately.
I have previously discussed with Your Majesty Xiaotian about relocating the Clear Sky Sect to the Star Luo Empire. I wonder what Your Majesty thinks?"
At this point, Dai Pojun glanced at Tang Xiao, a subtle flicker of desire in his eyes. If the Clear Sky Sect joined the Star Luo Empire, Star Luo's overall national strength would undoubtedly rise to a new level.
While the Clear Sky Sect was severely damaged, it still had three Title Douluo, and its overall strength was no less than that of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Tang Xiao glanced at the over a hundred Clear Sky Sect disciples who had accompanied them. After this battle, only a little over a hundred were still capable of fighting. The remaining four hundred or so were seriously injured and remained within the sect to recuperate.
Gazing at those resilient faces, Tang Xiao knew that as Sect Master, he had to consider them. Finally, he nodded reluctantly and sighed.
"Alas, it's all because of Brother Hao's impulsiveness! We've been dormant for thirteen years, and the wealth we've worked so hard to accumulate has been squandered. Well, well..."
At this point, Tang Xiao seemed to age decades. Looking at Dai Pojun, he pondered, "Your Majesty, then as you say, I will temporarily relocate the Clear Sky Sect to the Star Luo Empire."
Tang Xiao emphasized the word "temporarily." Undoubtedly, if the Clear Sky Sect ever rose again, he would return to the Heaven Dou Empire and bring his people back to their homeland.
Upon receiving Tang Xiao's agreement, Dai Pojun's eyes lit up. It was done!
"Well, then, without further delay, we must gather the wounded from the Clear Sky Sect and return to it overnight."
After a pause, Dai Pojun continued, "Your Majesty, rest assured. I will mobilize our best forgers to help you rebuild your homeland!"
"In that case, thank you very much, Your Majesty!" Tang Xiao bowed, and the 20,000 troops immediately set out, marching back to the Clear Sky Sect in a mighty procession. After collecting the wounded, they would head for the Star Luo Empire.
After three days, the group finally arrived at the Clear Sky Sect. The disciples of the Clear Sky Sect gathered their belongings, while the White Tiger soldiers prepared the carriages. Once they had packed their belongings, they would depart for the Star Luo Empire.
Outside the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Yuehua stood atop the mountains, gazing at the ruined and devastated Clear Sky Sect. Childhood memories flooded back to her.
Fourteen years ago, ever since Tang Hao had angered the Spirit Hall and forced the Clear Sky Sect to close its doors, Tang Yuehua had been working tirelessly to revive the Clear Sky Sect.
For this, she toiled for thirteen years. How she endured those thirteen years was perhaps only she herself knew.
Thirteen years later, the Clear Sky Sect was finally unsealed, once again becoming the world's foremost sect. However, only a year after its unsealing, Tang Hao once again brought upon himself the Spirit Hall, bringing ruin to the Clear Sky Sect.
Had it not been for Dai Pojun and the Dai Weis father and son, who led a massive army to rescue it, the Clear Sky Sect would have been completely annihilated by the Spirit Hall.
Thinking of this, looking at the countless corpses of Clear Sky Sect disciples, recalling the deaths of the Fifth and Sixth Elders, and the tragic loss of Tang Xiao's arm, Tang Yuehua felt a wave of resentment towards Tang Hao for the first time, and her resentment only grew.
If Tang Hao were here, she would have been furious.
"Tell me, what on earth did you do to provoke the Spirit Hall?
Now it's over. The Fifth Elder is dead, the Sixth Elder is dead, so many people are dead, and my eldest brother has a broken arm too. Are you happy now?
Do you really want to drag the Clear Sky Sect down with you?!"
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