Feeling the changes in Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue, Devil Bear Douluo finally showed a hint of satisfaction.
He slowly stood up from his chair, his face filled with undisguised contempt as he looked down at the two of them.
“What?
You have objections?” Yang Wushuang stepped forward.
The floor tiles beneath his feet trembled slightly.
His gaze turned cold and his voice firm: “Although our two clans once stood on different sides from the Spirit Hall, we have acted with conscience and integrity.
I ask the Elder to watch his words!” “Watch my words?” Devil Bear Douluo seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.
He suddenly grinned, the flesh on his face trembling as he laughed.
The next moment, his massive body trembled slightly, and a terrifying pressure erupted like a tidal wave, instantly sweeping through the entire hall!
The air seemed to freeze in an instant.
Tables and chairs creaked under the unbearable pressure, and fine cracks began to appear on the walls.
Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue’s expressions changed drastically.
Their Spirit Power surged madly as both of them unleashed their full strength.
Seven Spirit Rings rose from beneath their feet, and two powerful Spirit Saint auras erupted upward as they desperately resisted the overwhelming pressure.
But the gap between a Titled Douluo and a Spirit Saint was as vast as heaven and earth—completely insurmountable!
The terrifying pressure descended like a ten-ton boulder.
Both of them felt a suffocating weight in their chests as they were forced back more than ten steps.
Their heels scraped deep grooves into the hard stone floor before they finally managed to steady themselves.
Seeing that they had actually managed to withstand his pressure, Devil Bear Douluo showed no surprise.
After all, Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue were not weak—both had decent talent and powerful Martial Souls.
It was not strange that they could endure it.
“What?
Two mere Spirit Saints, and you dare think of challenging a Titled Douluo?” Devil Bear Douluo sneered, his gaze turning vicious.
“Do you believe that with a single word, I can directly slaughter your Yang and Niu families—wipe out everyone from top to bottom, without leaving a single chicken or dog alive!” The moment those words fell, the entire hall was engulfed in bone-chilling killing intent.
The temperature seemed to plummet instantly, as if they had fallen into an ice prison.
Niu Yue’s face flushed red, twisted with rage yet helplessness.
As a Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall, Devil Bear Douluo was ruthless and absolutely capable of doing what he said.
The Yang and Niu families were merely subordinate clans—before a Titled Douluo, they were no different from ants.
Even if Yang Chang’an had decent talent, that was a matter of the future—full of uncertainty.
But Devil Bear Douluo was a Titled Douluo in the present, standing right before them, capable of erasing both families with a single gesture.
Niu Yue was both furious and fearful, his fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his flesh, yet he dared not speak.
But at that moment, Yang Wushuang suddenly let out a cold laugh.
He raised his head, his eyes sharp and locked onto Devil Bear Douluo as he enunciated each word: “You—don’t—dare!” Those three words struck like thunder!
Devil Bear Douluo’s eyes instantly turned icy.
Killing intent erupted without restraint.
With a flash of light beneath his feet, two yellow, two purple, and five black Spirit Rings rose—nine rings in total—circling him as they released a terrifying aura that could shake heaven and earth.
At the same time, a ferocious and towering Devil Bear phantom appeared behind him.
Its roar shook the entire hall violently, and the pressure around him surged once more.
The air distorted under the weight.
Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue felt as though every bone in their bodies was screaming in agony, as if they would be crushed in the next instant!
“Clang!” “ROAR!” A sharp spear cry rang out from Yang Wushuang as the Soul Breaking Spear fully erupted in power.
Niu Yue also let out a deafening rhinoceros roar.
The auras of two Spirit Saints soared into the sky as they fought desperately to resist—but they simply could not withstand the terrifying power of a Titled Douluo.
In an instant, dense cracks spread across the walls and floor of the entire room, as if it could collapse at any moment!
Crack—crack— The walls, floor, and supporting beams of the entire Yang family hall were instantly covered in countless spiderweb-like fractures, as though the building would collapse completely at any second!
“Two dogs of broken spines shocking also dare to boast grandly before this seat?!” Devil Bear Douluo roared, his voice like a great bell, shaking their eardrums with piercing pain.
A trace of ruthless mockery curled at the corner of Yang Wushuang’s lips.
Even as blood seeped from the corner of his mouth under the pressure, he showed no fear.
Instead, he shouted loudly: “Then you move your hands!
Our lives were originally picked back in the first place; to be able to swap for a lifetime of your Devil Bear Douluo’s future is a bloody profit!” The “Gorgeous Seven Colored” concerned a major plan for the future of the Spirit Hall, and only he and Yang Wudi in this world could refine it.
If he died—or stopped refining it—the Spirit Hall’s grand scheme would suffer a devastating blow, possibly even come to a halt entirely.
Although the Spirit Hall had been learning over the years, it still needed time.
During all these years, he had been the one refining the “Gorgeous Seven Colored”—this was solid proof.
As for Yang Wudi, after the single-attribute four clans fled the Spirit Hall’s pursuit, the Spirit Hall had publicly declared that the matter would be dropped.
If they now went after Yang Wudi again, the Spirit Hall would lose credibility across the world, and the loss would far outweigh any gain.
Most importantly—Yang Chang’an had been taken notice of by Glowing Feather Douluo!
Even a Titled Douluo like Devil Bear Douluo would not easily offend a Worship Hall elder.
Glowing Feather Douluo’s status was noble, and his strength terrifying.
If Devil Bear Douluo truly killed Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue, then even if Glowing Feather Douluo would not directly kill him due to his own status, as long as he did not break through to peak Titled Douluo, he would be suppressed and targeted by Glowing Feather Douluo for the rest of his life!
At the level of the Worship elders, what they fought for was face.
Killing them would be a blatant slap in Glowing Feather Douluo’s face—and in the entire Worship Hall’s face!
From that moment on, Devil Bear Douluo’s standing within the Worship Hall faction would be, at best, extremely difficult.
Unless he could break through to peak Titled Douluo—but with his talent, was that even possible?
Listening to Yang Wushuang’s words, Devil Bear Douluo’s gaze became colder and colder, his face dark and grave enough to drip out water, yet his hand holding a fist delayed to fall downward after a long time.
He knew very clearly inside his heart that what Yang Wushuang spoke of was entirely the truth; looking from this time’s matter of the Worship Hall, the two families, Yang and Niu, were obviously fancied by a certain Worship Elder.
The lives of those several hundred mouths of people in the Yang family and Niu family added together did not weigh up to the importance of his own future.
To destroy his own path of a lifetime for two un-noteworthy families—no matter how this account was calculated, it was not worthwhile.
Devil Bear Douluo’s face flickered between green and white.
After a long silence, he suddenly burst into laughter, his voice full of malice: “Good!
You’re right!
This seat will indeed not kill you.
However, while death may be spared, punishment cannot be avoided!
Today, I will let you two little things understand the consequences of offending a Titled Douluo!” As his words fell, the enormous Devil Bear phantom behind him instantly merged into his body.
In the next second, the third Spirit Ring upon his body abruptly exploded with an ear-stabbing discharge of light, and dense black Spirit Power condensed into an incomparably massive bear claw, smashing savage-like toward Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue.
The pupils of Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue abruptly contracted, and without holding any hesitation, the seventh Spirit Rings upon their bodies simultaneously exploded with a brilliant and eye-catching release of light!
“Martial Soul True Body!” Two roars echoed simultaneously as massive Martial Soul phantoms stood before them.
The two of them poured out every ounce of Spirit Power they had, joining forces to meet the giant bear claw head-on!
BOOM——!!!
A deafening explosion rang out, echoing across the entire street!
The Yang family hall was instantly blown to pieces.
Tiles, stones, and beams flew everywhere as dust and debris surged into the air, turning it into ruins in an instant!
At the same time, in a nearby courtyard outside the Yang residence, Yang Chang’an and Niu Wenchuan heard the earth-shaking explosion.
Their expressions changed drastically, and without a word, they rushed toward the hall!
“Grandfather!” “Clan Head!” But after only a few steps, they were forcibly held back by Yang Xue.
Tears streamed down her face as she desperately grabbed them, crying: “Don’t go!
It’s too dangerous!
That’s a Titled Douluo!
You’ll just be throwing your lives away!” Yang Chang’an struggled desperately, his eyes red, but Yang Xue held him tightly, refusing to let go.
Soon after, the dust settled.
A tall, muscular man like a black bear floated in the air above the ruins, like a demon god descending upon the world.
His eyes were cold to the extreme as he looked down at Yang Wushuang and Niu Yue, both heavily injured and coughing blood among the rubble.
Devil Bear Douluo spoke coldly, his voice echoing across the entire Yang family: “Yang Wushuang, remember this!
The dignity of a Titled Douluo cannot be challenged!
If there is a next time, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!” After speaking, he swept his gaze arrogantly across the Yang family crowd, a smug smile on his face, before striding away through the sky.
Only when his figure completely disappeared beyond the horizon did that suffocating pressure finally fade.
Yang Chang’an was still held tightly by Yang Xue, no longer struggling.
He simply stared in the direction Devil Bear Douluo had left.
His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, nails digging deep into his palms—blood seeped out, but he did not notice at all.
“Devil…Bear…Douluo!”