"Seven Great Sects Hegemony Tournament? Are you sure, Ming Er?" Yang Wutian shouted with a hint of excitement.
As a member of the Elder Generation, the Seven Great Sects were the highest goal of family glory in their understanding. Now that the seven sects were being re-selected, and the Breaking Clan's current strength was no longer what it once was, this was a god-given opportunity for their clan!
Watching the beaming Yang Wutian, Yun Ming found it somewhat amusing; he hadn't expected this gloomy old man to have such a side. Although Yun Ming didn't care much about the Seven Great Sects or anything of the sort, since his family cared so much, he would simply take the crown for them. Yun Ming said.
"Fifth Grand Uncle, rest assured! This time, the title of Number One Under Heaven will undoubtedly belong to our Breaking Clan. No one can stop it, I promise."
Feeling the boundless dominance contained within Yun Ming's calm words, Yang Wutian felt reassured, while at the same time, a surge of immense passion rose in his heart.
"Good! Worthy of being the Qilin Child of our Breaking Clan, truly domineering."
"I also believe that this time, the Number One Under Heaven will surely be in our clan's grasp!"
For the period that followed, Yun Ming didn't go anywhere. He stayed within the clan, forging, cultivating, and silently preparing everything he would need for the future.
As for the Martial Soul Hall on the outside, it was just as Yun Ming understood from history. After initially settling the remaining empires, in order to stabilize the situation in the kingdoms, divert the continent's attention, and pave the way for the next step of establishing an empire, the Martial Soul Hall used the destruction of the Clear Sky Sect and the emergence of a new Title Douluo as a pretext to announce the holding of the Seven Great Sects Hegemony Tournament to establish the New Seven Great Sects.
Once this news broke, the previously calm Soul Master World suddenly saw a Wind Rise. Countless powerful hidden families emerged from the mountains; they had buried themselves in bitter cultivation for years, just for a chance to be a protagonist in this epoch-making Soul Master carnival and bring supreme glory to their families.
Yun Ming put down the report in his hand and looked at the setting sun, remaining silent. The report in his hand was a recent security report from Heaven Dou City, which he had obtained from the Spirit Hall Holy Temple in Heaven Dou City.
Soul Master is a violent profession; Yun Ming was very clear about this, but he didn't expect that those guys who ran out from the mountain gullies would be so arrogant even in the Heaven Dou Imperial City. Ever since the Martial Soul Hall announced the re-selection of the seven sects, the number of violent conflicts in the city had increased significantly. Every day, there were battles triggered by all sorts of trivial matters, which allowed Yun Ming to see things he hadn't seen in his previous life.
In his previous life, Yun Ming was the helmsman of Shrek Academy. Because of the powerful official strength of Shrek Academy, the visiting soul masters in Shrek City didn't dare to act recklessly at all—though the ones who did dare were usually terrifying, the kind that would destroy a city at the drop of a hat! But the daily order was undoubtedly excellent; such a situation in Heaven Dou City would be impossible there.
As expected, it was because the official soul master forces of the Heaven Dou Empire were not strong enough! Otherwise, how would these people dare to act so wantonly? Yun Ming discovered a new significance to the unification of the continent.
Yun Ming suppressed these messy, currently impractical thoughts in his mind and began to plan for what was to come.
Now, the Martial Soul Hall had determined the specific time, location, and method for the re-selection of the seven sects. Two months later, in Martial Soul City, they would use Soul Fighting as the unit of measurement for clans and families to determine the rankings. Those who remained until the end would be the new Seven Great Sects. The selection method was simple and brutal, very much in line with the nature of soul masters.
When the time came, what kind of interesting opponents would emerge? Yun Ming was looking forward to it.
Two months later, at the outer gate of Martial Soul City.
A group of people dressed in various ways, with expressions ranging from arrogant to excited to nervous, were all present. But at this moment, they were all honestly queuing up outside the side gate to register, preparing to enter the city.
Among them, some youngsters from hidden families who were used to acting like kings in their own circles wanted to show off their personality, cause trouble, or cut in line to attract attention and express themselves. However, their endeavors were cut short halfway by the intimidating pressure of their elders. Because they knew very well that Martial Soul City was not a place where they could run wild.
But suddenly, the people at the front of the queue heard a chaotic sound of human voices and neighing horses coming from behind. A youngster from a hidden family at the front of the queue turned his head to look at the group of people riding Jet-Black Ferghana Horses, wearing Dragon Scale Armor Robes, looking iron-blooded, tough, and mighty. He asked.
"Which force is that behind us? So arrogant, daring to put on airs in front of Martial Soul City and ride horses into the city!"
From his tone, one could tell he was envious. Especially the young man at the front of the queue, wearing the Black Gold Divine Dragon Armor, with a face like polished jade, looking like a God King descending—he was incredibly stylish, and he wished he could be in his place.
Some of the older and more knowledgeable people on the side, looking at the Blood-Drinking Demon Spear flag fluttering in the wind above the heads of the group, also scolded.
"You brat, be careful! How dare you discuss a force with a Title Douluo? Are you tired of living?"
Once these words were spoken, those on the side who knew a little about the situation also let out exclamations.
"So that is the Breaking Clan that is rumored to have destroyed the Clear Sky Sect!"
"It must be them; that is their family crest on the flag."
"..."
The youngster from before didn't make a sound upon hearing this. He knew his limits when it came to Title Douluo; he couldn't afford to offend them, so he decided to back off.
It was just that the main characters heard the discussion on the side and felt somewhat helpless. Yun Ming, wearing the Black Gold Divine Dragon Armor, looked at Yang Wutian, who had done an exceptionally thorough job with his personal grooming today, and said.
"Fifth Grand Uncle, is this the effect you wanted?"
Yang Wutian nodded, but still said with some regret.
"Time was a bit tight, otherwise our equipment could have been even better today."
This tournament was the starting point for the Breaking Clan to reach the pinnacle of the Soul Master World; everything had to be maxed out. His Breaking Clan had to have the most prestige. Based on this idea, Yang Wutian had arranged this over-the-top honor guard.
On the other side, Yang Wudi also wore a look of regret.
Seeing that his two grand uncles were still not satisfied, Yun Ming couldn't help but laugh and cry. However, he had gained a further understanding of what this 'Number One Under Heaven' meant to these old men like Yang Wutian. Since that was the case, he would just have a good time with it this time.
The Martial Soul City side also noticed the high-profile arrival of the Breaking Clan. The person in charge of the Martial Soul City gate saw that Yun Ming and the people of the Breaking Clan had arrived, so he hurriedly stepped forward to greet them and lead the way.
"Your Corona, Young Master Yun, welcome to Martial Soul City, please, this way!"
As he spoke, he had his subordinates open the main gate.
Yun Ming nodded in acknowledgment and led the team into the city.
Not long after the Breaking Clan entered the city, they saw Dugu Bo and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect trio who had arrived early. They were not as high-profile as the Breaking Clan, and they didn't want to become the background for the Breaking Clan, so they simply staggered their entry times.
After a few pleasantries, Ning Fengzhi said to Yun Ming.
"Brother Yang, Nephew Yun, let us compete this time to see who will be the final winner!"
This was the last chance for his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to reach the top. If Yun Ming were to grow for a few more years, his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would definitely not be a match. Therefore, even if they could only possess this Number One Under Heaven for a short time, he wanted to try.
Regarding Ning Fengzhi's challenge, Yang Wudi said sternly.
"Good, then let us see the real results in the arena."
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