Chapter 98: Dragon Roar Shocks the World, Suppresses Yang Wudi with One Move!
"Ninety-seventh-level Titled Douluo!"
Yang Wudi looked at Ling Yuan in front of him in shock.
He had originally thought that the opponent's strength was only around ninety-one or ninety-two at most. With the power of his Soul-Breaking Spear, although he could not win, he could still deal with her.
But the woman in front of him was actually a ninety-seventh-level Titled Douluo!
The woman was much younger than him, yet she had actually cultivated to this level. Looking at the entire continent, she was a rare existence and could be called a top-level genius. The gap between him and the other party was like a chasm—they were not at the same level at all!
"Ninety-seventh level... This is enough to become a worshiper in the Spirit Hall!"
"I'm afraid that the three major teaching committee members of the Tiandou Royal Academy were seriously injured yesterday, and this woman was also responsible!"
Yang Wudi murmured to himself, speculating.
This was the capital of the Tiandou Empire. The former Spirit Hall would never dare to act rashly in the city. Because of this, their four single-attribute clans chose to move to Tiandou City together.
But yesterday, since the other party dared to attack the Tiandou Royal Academy, then they must also dare to attack his clan. Maybe the Spirit Hall dared not kill people blatantly, but with their style, crippling a few people was still possible!
Thinking of this, Yang Wudi's face became solemn. Still, he held his spear tightly and said stubbornly:
"Who are you? I don't remember such a powerful female Titled Douluo in the Spirit Hall!"
"Hmph!"
Ling Yuan glanced at him indifferently and did not answer.
Seeing this, Ye Han smiled, stepped forward, and slowly introduced:
"Let me introduce you. This is the former elder of the Spirit Hall, Ling Yuan!
Now, she is a worshiper. And I am the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall—Ye Han!"
After hearing this, Yang Wudi's face changed drastically:
"Elder Ling Yuan? Worshiper? Holy Son… Ye Han?!"
He finally remembered that the female elder of the Spirit Hall was named Ling Yuan. But a few years ago, wasn't she only at level 91 or 92? How could she have soared to level 97 in just a few years?
But what shocked him more was not Ling Yuan, but the young man in front of him.
Of course, he had heard of the name of the Son of the Spirit Hall—canonized in a high-profile manner, then suddenly retreated to practice and disappeared for two years. He never expected the young man in front of him was actually that Holy Son!
The members of the Po Yi Clan present were also shocked when they heard this.
The young man in front of them was the Son of the Spirit Hall—rumored to have twin semi-god-level spirits!
It was said he developed a new theory that became popular throughout the continent in just two years!
The atmosphere became tense. Ye Han continued with a calm smile:
"Patriarch Yang, I know there are past grievances between the Po Yi Clan and the Spirit Hall, but these can all be resolved.
The future continent will definitely be unified by my Spirit Hall! I hope you can make the right choice and lead your clan to join us!"
Yang Wudi heard the words "past grievances can be resolved" and instantly became furious again:
"Resolve? My clan suffered persecution from your Spirit Hall—blood flowed like a river! Hundreds died!
Such deep hatred—can you resolve it with just a few words? Bullshit!"
As his words rang out, the surrounding clan members became furious as well.
Ye Han, familiar with the original events, naturally understood Yang Wudi's emotions. But the cause of it all was the Haotian Sect!
So Ye Han sighed and suddenly changed the subject:
"Clan leader Yang, you can't blame the Spirit Hall for this!
Who made you a subordinate clan of the Haotian Sect back then?!
The Haotian Sect's young master, Tang Hao, killed our Pope!
What we in the Spirit Hall did was for revenge—for justice!
What you should really hate is the Haotian Sect. They implicated your clan!
After committing the crime, they retreated and abandoned your clan!
If the Haotian Sect hadn't committed that crime—hadn't abandoned your clan—your clan wouldn't have ended up like this!
Now that we've found your clan was not involved, we've come to recruit you. You should consider it carefully."
After these words, the clan members around began whispering. Many felt his words made sense.
But their relatives were killed by the Spirit Hall—how could they just join them?
"Hmph!"
Yang Wudi's expression was uncertain. He knew Ye Han made valid points, but he also knew the clan members would never agree.
Still, if he refused, someone in the clan might bleed today.
Soon, Yang Wudi's eyes turned. He quickly thought of a countermeasure to force Ye Han back and said solemnly:
"You want me to join? Then let's bet! If you can survive ten rounds under my full-strength attack, I'll consider joining!
You, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall—if you can't even do that, how can you speak of unifying the continent?!
Of course, if you lose, you must swear never to interfere with our Po Yi Clan again! Do you dare accept?!"
The surrounding clan members erupted:
"That's right! If you want to convince us, show us your skills!"
"If you're a Holy Son, but can't take ten moves from our Patriarch, you don't deserve to convince us!"
Though their patriarch was only level 82, he could fight level 90 Titled Douluos.
Ye Han was young, at most level 30. In front of Yang Wudi, he was a joke!
They were convinced Yang Wudi would win. If Ye Han accepted, he would only be humiliated!
Ye Han saw through Yang Wudi's plan. A sneer appeared on his lips:
"Okay! If I win, your whole clan must swear allegiance to our Spirit Hall!"
Everyone was stunned Ye Han agreed so easily. But the Po Yi clan members laughed—convinced he was bluffing.
"Good! I want to see what you're capable of! Enough talk—show your Spirit!"
Yang Wudi raised his spear—its tip flashing coldly—ready for battle.
"Hehe~"
Ye Han didn't waste words. He moved his mind:
"Light and Dark Dragon King—appear!"
"ROAR——!"
Two deafening dragon roars rang out!
One light and one dark—two Dragon Kings appeared to Ye Han's left and right. The whole mansion trembled.
Light Dragon King: black, black, black, black, red, red!
Dark Dragon King: purple, purple, purple, black, red, red!
Twelve soul rings dazzled, and the four hundred-thousand-year rings shone especially bright.
Five sub-dragons' souls and level-70 soul power burst out at once!
"Ah! This—!"
Yang Wudi and the Po Yi Clan members were stunned.
They couldn't believe what they were seeing—twin martial souls and that soul ring configuration?
"First soul skill of the fifth soul ring—Dragon Roar Shakes the Eight Wastelands, Holy Light Settles the Four Directions!"
Ye Han had spoken enough. Now, no more time wasted.
As they stood stunned, he activated the fifth soul ring skill of the Light Dragon King.
Soul Skill Effect:
Emits a dragon roar sound wave with great impact and deterrence.
Holy light shines, stabilizing all sides—striking fear and chaos into enemies.
"ROAR!"
The Light Dragon King unleashed a terrifying roar—sweeping toward Yang Wudi!
"Not good!"
Yang Wudi's face changed. He raised his spear to defend—but couldn't stop the force!
"Puff!"
His Soul-Breaking Spear shattered. He was hit hard, spit out blood, and fell half-kneeling to the ground.
Ye Han flashed in front of him, looked down, and said solemnly:
"Patriarch Yang, a promise is a promise. Now—join the Spirit Hall!"
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