"Clan Leader Yang, Clan Leader Niu, and Clan Leader Bai—who would have thought we'd meet again so soon?" Lin Yu called out as he descended from the sky, his Wind and Thunder Wings folding behind him. Standing before him were the injured Taitan, Niu Gao, Bai He, and a weary Yang Wudi, each battered from their earlier battles. A small smile played on Lin Yu's lips.
Yang Wudi's face flushed with embarrassment. Though he had intended to join Lin Yu, they hadn't informed him of their sudden strike against the Strength Clan's stronghold. Now, saved by Lin Yu's timely intervention, Yang Wudi felt both grateful and awkward.
"This time, I owe you my life, Young Master Lin. Without your help, we would surely have fallen to Spirit Hall's hands," Yang Wudi said, bowing deeply to express his gratitude. His voice was heavy with emotion.
Their involvement with Tang Hao had given Spirit Hall the perfect excuse to execute them. Without Lin Yu stepping in, Yang Wudi knew they would not have survived the day.
"Ha ha, there's no need for thanks," Lin Yu replied with a wave of his hand. "But now, let's discuss more important matters. I'm planning to establish a new force. The Jade Phosphor Clan and Nine Hearts Begonia Clan have already joined me. If your four clans were to join as well, it would be a tremendous boost."
Lin Yu continued, "You've angered Spirit Hall today. While I've saved you, I doubt they'll let this slide so easily. Staying scattered will only leave you vulnerable. But if you align with us, here in Heaven Dou City, I can protect your clans. What do you say?"
The four clan leaders exchanged glances, their decision clear. Between Lin Yu's rescue and the looming threat of Spirit Hall's retaliation, they couldn't afford to refuse.
In unison, Taitan, Yang Wudi, Bai He, and Niu Gao knelt before Lin Yu, heads bowed.
"We, Yang Wudi/Niu Gao/Bai He/Taitan, pledge our allegiance to you, my Lord!"
Their loyalty was now Lin Yu's to command. After today's battle, having been saved by him, both Yang Wudi and Niu Gao admired his strength and foresight. Bai He, who had risked his life to buy time for Tang Hao's escape, had finally repaid the debts of his past. Now, free of those old ties, he sought a new future for his clan.
And as for Taitan, his faith in Tang Hao had been shaken since the incident in the livestream. Today, Tang Hao's despicable act of threatening the lives of Strength Clan members to force Taitan's cooperation had severed any remaining loyalty. With the debt repaid, Taitan's heart was at ease as he swore allegiance to Lin Yu.
"Excellent! Stand up, all of you!" Lin Yu's laughter rang out as he stepped forward, helping the four clan leaders rise. His plan had come to fruition—the foundation of his new force had been laid.
Meanwhile, across the wilderness, Tang Hao, Tang San, and Yu Xiaogang were still fleeing from their pursuers.
Given Tang Hao's depleted soul power and the added burden of carrying both Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, it seemed inevitable that they would be caught by Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the others. However, Tang San's clever thinking and Yu Xiaogang's unique "jet propulsion" ability had turned the tide.
Against all odds, Yu Xiaogang's peculiar farting spirit ability had transformed him into a human "rocket engine," allowing them to maintain a steady lead. Though their method was unconventional—and frankly embarrassing—Tang Hao, Tang San, and Yu Xiaogang were moving so fast that the Spirit Hall Douluo were left trailing behind in their wake.
Even Bibi Dong, who was following at a distance, couldn't help but feel her eye twitch in disbelief. This ludicrous display of... propulsion had completely shattered her sense of decorum. She could only watch as Tang Hao and his group sped away, leaving a trail of green mist and stench behind them.
For Tang Hao and Tang San, however, the method didn't matter. What did matter was that it worked. By riding the Yu Xiaogang "jet," they gained enough speed to escape Spirit Hall's pursuit. Each burst of radish-powered gas propelled them further, and though Yu Xiaogang's body protested with burning pain, he had no choice but to endure.
Finally, after racing across vast forests and rugged terrain, Tang Hao, Tang San, and Yu Xiaogang neared the Clear Sky Clan's hidden stronghold.
Within the Clear Sky Clan, the day had begun like any other. Disciples trained, sparred, and honed their skills, unaware of the bizarre scene approaching them.
It wasn't until one of the gatekeepers, standing guard, noticed something strange on the horizon—thick green smoke rising into the sky.
"What... what is that?" The disciple blinked in confusion. Could it be a sandstorm? But they were in the middle of a forest, and the sandstorms weren't green!
The peculiar sight left him momentarily stunned. Was it some kind of forest mist? But before he could make sense of it, the noxious stench hit him like a wall. The disciple recoiled, covering his nose as the foul odor assaulted his senses. Soon, others followed, gagging and coughing at the overpowering smell.
"What... what in the world is that?" someone cried, pointing toward the trio speeding toward them, leaving a trail of green fog in their wake.
As the disciples squinted at the approaching figures, realization struck. "Is that... is that fart gas?!"
Chaos erupted as they realized the unthinkable. Disciples clutched their heads in disbelief, faces turning green. Some even gagged as they realized the horrifying truth: the green smoke had been sprayed from behind!
Just as the disciples were grappling with the unimaginable, their attention was diverted by something far more serious. Several powerful presences were closing in from the horizon—Titled Douluo.
Sensing the danger, Tang Xiao, the Clear Sky Clan's leader, along with the elders, immediately rushed toward the commotion.