Just as Yang Chang’an was taking Niu Wenchuan to have his wounds bandaged, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside.
“Second Brother!
Bad news!
Something big has happened!” The voice carried clear panic—it was Yang Xue.
Yang Xue was usually calm and composed.
For her to lose her composure like this meant something truly serious had occurred.
Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue, who were speaking nearby, both turned at the same time.
Their expressions instantly turned grave.
With a single step, Yang Wushuang appeared in front of Yang Xue, supporting her as he lowered his voice: “Xiao Xue, don’t panic.
Speak slowly.
What happened?” Niu Yue also quickly stepped forward.
His towering figure stood guard as his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, Spirit Power quietly tensing.
To make Yang Xue panic to this extent, could it be that a problem had arisen on the side of Spirit Hall?
Yang Xue was breathing heavily, her face slightly pale.
She grabbed Yang Wushuang’s arm and said urgently: “Second Brother, the Devil Bear Douluo has come, and furthermore the moment he entered the door, he called out your name wanting to see you!” “What?!” Both Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue’s expressions changed instantly.
They were all too familiar with that name.
Devil Bear Douluo—an elder of the Spirit Hall’s Elder Hall, a true Level 94 attack-type Titled Douluo.
His strength was formidable, and his personality was notoriously domineering.
More importantly— Among everyone in the Spirit Hall, the one who looked down on the Yang and Niu families the most, and targeted them the most, was this very Devil Bear Douluo.
Within the Spirit Hall, attitudes toward the two families could be divided into three types: One type was like Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, who were relatively polite and occasionally even offered assistance.
Another type simply ignored them completely.
And the last type was Devil Bear Douluo—who despised them from the bottom of his heart, constantly made things difficult for them, and suppressed them whenever possible.
Yang Wushuang’s gaze instantly turned cold, a strong sense of unease rising in his heart.
Yang Xue’s face grew even paler, her hand gripping Yang Wushuang’s arm trembling slightly.
The first thought that flashed through her mind was “Gorgeous Seven Colors.” Could it be… the Spirit Hall has finally decided to turn hostile and silence them?
Yang Wushuang gently patted the back of her hand and said in a low voice: “Don’t panic.
Nothing will happen.” His thoughts raced rapidly.
Now that Chang’an had established a connection with Glowing Feather Douluo, even if Devil Bear Douluo was arrogant, he was still an elder of the Spirit Hall and would never dare offend Glowing Feather Douluo.
With this thought, Yang Wushuang felt somewhat reassured.
He patted Yang Xue’s arm again and said firmly: “Don’t worry.
I’m here.
Nothing will happen.
I’ll go meet him now.” With that, Yang Wushuang straightened his robes and walked toward the main hall.
Niu Yue immediately followed, his eyes cold and muscles tense, ready for action at any moment.
The two quickly arrived at the front hall.
At the main seat sat a towering, bear-like man.
He was massive, his black robe stretched tight over bulging muscles, his face covered in coarse flesh, and his eyes fierce and brutal.
It was Devil Bear Douluo.
Nearby, someone was standing respectfully with a forced smile, carefully attending to him—it was Yang Quji.
When Devil Bear Douluo caught sight of Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue entering, he immediately let out a cold snort.
His voice was deep and icy, filled with obvious displeasure: “Hmph!
How long has it been?
Yang Wushuang, you only now decide to come out and see me?
What, in your Yang family’s eyes, have you already forgotten your own status?
Don’t you even respect this elder anymore?” Yang Quji inwardly groaned in misery.
This Devil Bear Douluo had been seated for less than a minute—he hadn’t even finished a cup of wine—yet he was already getting impatient.
But he could only force himself to smooth things over, hurriedly smiling and saying: “Your Excellency, please calm down!
Please calm down!
Wushuang was just dealing with some family matters earlier and was delayed.
He absolutely did not intend to neglect you.
Please do not take offense!” “Delayed?” Devil Bear Douluo glanced at Yang Quji with disdain, his tone mocking.
“What could a powerless bishop possibly be so busy with?
Is he busier than me, a Titled Douluo?
I think you people are deliberately toying with me!” Just then, Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue had already entered the hall.
Yang Wushuang stepped forward, bowed slightly to Devil Bear Douluo, and performed a subordinate’s salute.
His tone was respectful: “This subordinate Yang Wushuang greets the Elder.
I was tied up with matters just now and was unable to welcome you personally.
I ask for your forgiveness.” But Devil Bear Douluo acted as if he hadn’t seen him at all.
He leisurely sipped his wine, lazily watching Yang Wushuang remain bowed without the slightest intention of letting him rise.
Niu Yue, standing to the side, was so angry his eyes were red.
His fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white, his face full of rage.
This Devil Bear Douluo was simply going too far!
Yang Wushuang remained bent over, standing motionless in place.
Time slowly passed—every second felt unbearably long.
After “admiring” him for a while, Devil Bear Douluo finally lost interest.
He waved his hand lazily.
“Fine, stand up.
If you keep bowing like that, people might think I, this elder, am bullying you.” “Many thanks, Elder.” Only then did Yang Wushuang slowly straighten up.
His expression remained calm, showing neither anger nor grievance, as if the person being humiliated earlier wasn’t him at all.
He looked at Devil Bear Douluo and asked calmly: “May I ask what brings you here today, Elder?” Hearing the words “what brings you,” Devil Bear Douluo curled his lips into a mocking smile.
His gaze slowly swept across the shabby Yang family hall, his tone dripping with sarcasm: “What?
If I have nothing to do, I can’t come sit in your Yang family?
Is your threshold higher than even the Pope’s Hall now?” But Yang Wushuang showed no panic whatsoever.
Instead, he smiled faintly, neither servile nor arrogant: “The Elder jokes.
Your presence in the Yang family is our honor.
The entire household is honored beyond measure—we would not even have time to welcome you properly.” His calm, unshaken attitude made Devil Bear Douluo instantly lose interest.
He had originally wanted to see Yang Wushuang flustered and embarrassed—but he saw none of it.
“Boring.” Devil Bear Douluo snorted impatiently and leaned back in his chair, shifting his gaze to Niu Yue.
“Just as well, you’re here too.
Saves me another trip.” “Recently, the Worship Hall has been planning a little special training camp—just something casual.
Your Yang Chang’an and Niu Wenchuan have been selected by the higher-ups.” “Tomorrow, send them over.
Understand?” At those words, both Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue were shocked.
What surprised Yang Wushuang was that Niu Wenchuan had also been selected—he had thought only Chang’an would be chosen by the Worship Hall, but unexpectedly, both of them were.
As for Niu Yue, he was both shocked and furious.
The children had only just awakened their Martial Souls—barely a few days after becoming Spirit Masters—and the Spirit Hall had already set its sights on them.
Niu Yue was about to speak when Yang Wushuang stopped him.
Then Yang Wushuang stepped forward again and replied respectfully: “This subordinate understands!
Tomorrow I will personally ensure both children are delivered on time, without delay!” Clean, decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
Devil Bear Douluo raised an eyebrow slightly, glancing at him with some surprise.
“You’re quite sensible.” Yang Wushuang’s expression did not change.
He gave Niu Yue a reassuring look, then said calmly: “As members of the Spirit Hall, it is only right that we share its burdens.” “Is that so?” Devil Bear Douluo suddenly grinned, his expression turning vicious, his tone sharply poisonous: “Just like back then, when you acted as cannon fodder for the Clear Sky Sect?” The moment those words fell— The entire hall plunged into dead silence.
Yang Wushuang, who had always been as steady as still water, suddenly sank his expression.
A flash of uncontrollable darkness appeared deep in his eyes.
Beside him, Niu Yue was even more enraged—his Spirit Power nearly erupted on the spot!
Those words were not just mockery.
They were humiliation directed at the dead clansmen of the Yang and Niu families!