"They are the two most outstanding talents of our Clear Sky Sect. Naturally, I am aware of their pride."
At this moment, the Great Elder still hadn't grasped the severity of the situation. His sinister gaze remained fixed on Fu Ye.
"They've tried to wreck my shop multiple times, so I've brought my pets to wreck your sect. I trust you won't object."
Fu Ye glanced at Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, trembling in the corner, and couldn't help but smirk.
'Looks like they learned their lesson after that beating from Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.'
But they still dared to return. The first time could be excused as ignorance—this time, it was outright provocation.
Had Sword Douluo not been there, his shop and employees would have faced dire consequences. The more Fu Ye thought about it, the angrier he grew.
"Hah! I don't care what kind of shop you run. Even if you smashed the Spirit Hall, you'd gain nothing from provoking my Clear Sky Sect!"
Fu Ye ignored the Great Elder—a mere Level 93 Title Douluo—and turned his gaze toward Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.
"Kneel before me now, kowtow three times, and our feud ends here."
His voice was soft, but the moment those words left his lips, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's eyes burned with fury.
Yet, they had no choice. They couldn't defeat this monster, Fu Ye!
If the sect's centuries-old foundation crumbled because of them, they wouldn't rest in peace even in death.
Then, the first absurd scene unfolded.
The Great Elder watched in disbelief as the two most prodigious talents of the Clear Sky Sect prepared to kneel and kowtow to the young man before them.
In the next instant, a surge of force sent them flying!
"Useless! How could our Clear Sky Sect produce such spineless cowards, willing to grovel before a mere kid?!"
The Great Elder's rage was palpable. Tang Hao and Tang Xiao opened their mouths to speak but ultimately stayed silent.
After all, they had once underestimated Fu Ye—only to be crushed under his aura alone, unable to move.
That overwhelming pressure was something neither of them, the sect's so-called geniuses, had ever experienced.
The Great Elder's fury erupted. His martial spirit still active, a cold glint flashed in his eyes as a colossal hammer—blotting out the sky—slammed toward Fu Ye without warning.
"Clear Sky Secret Technique—Skyfall Strike!"
Seeing his opponent had no honor, Fu Ye abandoned reason.
"Divine Mind Sword Box—unseal!"
As he spoke, a square sword case wrapped in nine-colored radiance materialized beside him. The case resembled flawless jade, its surface etched with nine sword silhouettes, each exuding a distinct, overwhelming aura.
"Spark."
Just as the Great Elder's hammer descended under his Martial Soul True Body, a blazing long sword shot forth!
"Buzz!!"
Yet the remaining three elders seized the moment to attack.
"Frostwater!"
"Peach Divinity!"
"Moonpiercer!"
Three more divine swords unsheathed from the box, each targeting the Second, Fourth, and Fifth Elders of the Clear Sky Sect.
"Clang!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The four divine swords, as if sentient, unleashed torrents of sword intent. Their elemental might left the elders reeling.
And Fu Ye? He hadn't even used a single soul ring.
Casually observing the battle, Fu Ye stood unfazed. At his feet, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger—now in the form of a black dog—nuzzled against him playfully.
"Boom!"
A kick sent the dog sprawling, where it lay still, as if mourning its ancestors.
Returning his attention to the battlefield, Fu Ye sighed at the elders' pitiful state.
"Skyblaze, Crimson Gale, Thunderstrike, Luminous, Abyss—go."
The remaining five divine swords surged forth. Within moments, the four elders were utterly overwhelmed.
Yet some never learn.
Even as Fu Ye held back, they plotted a sneak attack.
"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Body!"
"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Body!"
"Clear Sky Hammer Technique—Chaotic Storm!"
Under the Great Elder's orders, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao launched their assault. Though reluctant, they had no choice.
But to Fu Ye, their attacks were feeble—unable to scratch him even if he stood still.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The great hammer weighed eighty pounds, the small hammer forty.
The Chaotic Storm Hammer Technique, born from the Nine Clear Sky Forbidden Arts, was the creation of the former sect master, Tang Chen.
The Clear Sky Hammer was formidable—but without Tang Chen's secrets, its wielders were little more than skilled blacksmiths.
"Sixteen."
"Boom!"
"Thirty-two."
"Boom!!"
"Forty-eight."
"Boom! Boom!!"
"Sixty-four."
"Boom!!!"
"Eighty."
"BOOM!!!!"
Fu Ye countered each of Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's strikes with ease. Their meticulously gathered force was nothing against his casual blows.
His punch weighed over 300 tons. Could they withstand it?
"Ninefold Return—Chaotic Storm!"
By now, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were in despair. Fu Ye dismantled their attacks effortlessly, as if they were sinking into quicksand.
Only now did they realize the true depth of Fu Ye's monstrous power.
But they weren't alone. The four elders each had two divine swords at their throats—a single twitch would mean death.
They could only watch as their sect's geniuses hammered futilely at the young man, who deflected every strike with a flick of his hand.
[A quick note: In Douluo 1's lore, divine weapons weigh 108,000 jin—even a Title Douluo like Sea God couldn't lift one. By Douluo 3, Tang Wulin's strength reached ~200,000 jin (~150 tons). Given the protagonist's complete Dragon God bloodline, doubling that is reasonable.]
"Is this your full power? Pathetic."
Fu Ye's hands morphed into nine-colored dragon claws. As the Clear Sky Hammers descended, a sharp buzz and a crack echoed.
"Buzz! Snap."
Under the horrified gazes of the elders, Fu Ye tore Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's martial spirits apart—barehanded.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
The two geniuses of the Clear Sky Sect coughed up mouthfuls of blood, their spirits shattered.
Meanwhile, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger lounged lazily at Fu Ye's feet, smugly observing the terrified humans.
'Good thing I surrendered early. Sure, I lost my guts and dignity—but life's comfortable now.'
All it had to do was act cute. No need to train. If its master was pleased, it might even get "dog food" (a 100,000-year soul bone)—each one worth millennia of cultivation!
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