Chapter 107: The Day of Reckoning for the Haotian Twin Stars
"Apologize? If apologies were enough, what need would there be for the empire's laws? If apologies were enough, what would be the purpose of the power I've cultivated over all these years?
"You think I've come this far just to be reasoned with by simpletons who only know brute force? I've reached this level to make people like you understand with force that there will always come a day when those who trample on the weak will fear being weak themselves!
"Though it may seem unfair for me to bully you two, I'll give you a chance. I'll count to ten, and then I'll strike. One…"
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao broke out in a cold sweat. Only in the face of such terrifying soul power did they understand the true horror of the figure before them. Arrogance and bullying were second nature to the brothers, ingrained from a young age, but they knew to submit before overwhelming strength. Backed into a corner, they had no choice but to respond together.
"Forgive us, Senior!" they shouted.
"Haotian Nine Absolutes: Empty, Seal, Pierce, Permeate, Bind, Shock, Break, Stop, Collapse!"
The Haotian Sect's code was clear: when an enemy was identified, one must not hold back, lest it cost them their life.
Exhausting their remaining strength, the brothers launched a relentless assault on Ye Wen.
"Within Reach "
Yet from their first swing, they knew they had no chance. The Haotian Nine Absolutes, with its nine consecutive strikes, failed to even graze Ye Wen's robes, their attacks simply passing through him. They expended vast amounts of soul power and energy to no effect.
"Haotian Nine Absolutes, hmm? Brings back memories. When that old ghost Tang Chen created it, he shocked the entire soul master world. He truly elevated the Haotian Sect to the top of all sects. But you two? You're pale imitations, with no understanding of its essence. You're nothing but fancy flourishes without Tang Chen's imposing spirit," Ye Wen commented coolly, adopting the air of a worldly master.
The brothers were struck with even greater dread. This figure was undoubtedly from their grandfather's generation, and with that unbelievable soul ring configuration, it was clear that no one, apart from the most extreme Douluo, could stand against him.
"Keep going," Ye Wen said. "I'll continue counting to ten. When I reach ten, I'll attack. Don't disappoint me."
The two cursed inwardly. They were utterly helpless every hammer strike passed right through, achieving nothing but wasting their strength and soul power.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the battlefield, a crowd of soul masters began gathering, all drawn by the spectacle. While they weren't highly ranked Soul Emperors at most they came because Tianxing Academy lay at the crossroads of the two great empires, close to two major cities.
"Goodness, the ground's been torn down several meters! It wasn't like this before. What level of soul masters are battling here?"
"Terrifying! How did Tianxing Academy manage to provoke such powerful figures?"
"Look, that's the center of the battlefield. My heavens! Those are Title Douluo! Six black, three red rings what kind of soul ring configuration is that? Wait... those two are the Haotian Twin Stars!"
Among those gathered were seasoned soul masters who, though they may not expect to profit from the scene, were skilled at escaping. Familiar with the continent's leading figures, they immediately recognized the Tang brothers' iconic hexagram hammers, which confirmed that Ye Wen was indeed a Title Douluo. The mysterious soul ring configuration, however, left them in disbelief.
Time ticked by as Ye Wen calmly finished his count to ten, feeling thoroughly disappointed with the Tang brothers.
"What happened to that boldness you showed against the Pope? So you're tough when you're winning, but cowardly when you're outmatched? Pathetic. The Haotian Sect has declined. If you're the so called Haotian Twin Stars, 97th level Soul Douluo is the highest you'll ever achieve. Compared to Tang Chen, you're nothing."
Ye Wen's voice, though not loud, reached far, and the crowd's expressions turned strange. While the Haotian Twin Stars weren't the continent's top soul masters, they were indeed elite among the younger generation. Yet this "senior" dismissed them so easily. Although 97th level was unattainable for 99.999% of soul masters, it was clear that Ye Wen regarded even 97th level as pitiful. Was he, perhaps, a mythical 99th level Extreme Douluo?
This thought excited the spectators. In an era when Title Douluo were rarely seen, a genuine encounter with one was a momentous occasion.
"98th level Title Douluo," Ye Wen proclaimed. "Title: Tianxing. That boy Ye Wen is my last disciple, and you dare rampage in his academy, slandering his name? Today, I'll make this right. Prepare yourselves I'm about to make my move."
"Honored Senior " Tang Xiao tried desperately to appeal to Ye Wen, hoping he'd show restraint.
But with the conflict having escalated to this point, there was no chance of Ye Wen backing down.
"Try not to die," he said nonchalantly.
In an instant, Ye Wen appeared right before the brothers, moving so quickly that they could barely process it.
"What speed is this?!" they gasped in terror.
Without paying them further mind, Ye Wen activated his sixth soul skill, Spatial Tremor, directly in front of the two. The atmosphere shattered like glass around them.
They attempted to retreat, but the immense force overwhelmed them, trapping them in place. A massive shockwave hurled them back over a thousand meters.
Some of the onlookers weren't spared either, thrown hundreds of meters by the typhoon like force.
"What terrifying power! So this is the destructive strength of a 98th level Title Douluo?" they thought, all equally awestruck.
"The descendants of that old ghost Tang Chen are truly weak," Ye Wen scoffed. "They couldn't even withstand a single strike. They better not die here on my territory it would taint the place."
The Tang brothers, their bodies bloodied and broken, had suffered extensive fractures and muscle tears, leaving them in a horrifying state. Seeing such suffering inflicted upon two heirs of the Haotian Sect sent chills down the spines of the crowd.
Some wondered if the Haotian Sect would seek vengeance for this humiliation. Yet, with a 98th level Douluo on Tianxing Academy's side, it seemed an open conflict could go either way.
Ye Wen scanned the crowd until his gaze landed on a large, burly man.
"You there," he pointed, "you're from the Haotian Sect, aren't you? Take these two back. If your sect wants war, bring it on. I don't mind destroying the Haotian Sect entirely."
He continued, "Also, deliver a message to your sect master. I have some respect for Tang Chen and don't wish to completely wipe you out. But with Tang Chen gone, your sect should learn humility. There are others in this world capable of erasing the Haotian Sect, so don't overstep your bounds."
The man, visibly shaken, immediately stepped forward and knelt before Ye Wen.
On the Douluo Continent, strength was revered, and kneeling to a Title Douluo was no disgrace.
"Yes, Your Excellency. But our young masters are severely injured. Please, grant us some medicinal aid to treat them. The Haotian Sect would be deeply grateful."
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