Douluo: Yu Hao Pan Tang San

Chapter 108 125. The promise of great sacrifice
"Oh, that's true. I almost forgot the promise my elder brother made with Tang Chen back then." Guangling Douluo tapped his temple, looking remorseful. "People get forgetful as they get older. Sixth brother, seventh brother, tell me what that promise was?"

Jiang Mo said, "It seems that since my elder brother, no one in the Spirit Hall is allowed to cross this cliff."

Guangling said with a troubled expression, "Oh, I see. That's really a problem. I was planning to wipe out the Rat Clan in one fell swoop."

A disciple of the Clear Sky Sect said, "The Spirit Hall stands firm in the world on its reputation, which is why it has become the holy land of spirit masters on the continent. You don't want the world to know that your Spirit Hall is untrustworthy, do you?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than an arrow pierced through the Haotian Sect disciple, killing him instantly.

"What a noisy rat," said the Light Feather Douluo impatiently.

Another Haotian Sect disciple has died. Tang Xiao's eyes turned red, and he pointed at Guangling, panting heavily: "You are violating the oath of your Grand Elder."

"Did I?" Guang Ling asked the people from the Spirit Hall behind him, "Did I cross that cliff?"

"No, the oath left by the High Priest back then was that our people cannot cross this cliff, but it didn't say that your arrows can't be shot across," a Spirit Hall Soul Douluo said obsequiously.

Guangling said to Tang Xiao, "Did you hear that? Have I broken my elder brother's oath?"

Tang Xiao and Tang Lie's expressions changed drastically. If the oath could be misinterpreted like this, with the range of the Light Feather Martial Soul, their ancestral land of the Clear Sky Sect would be within his range. He could shoot at them however he wanted, and it wouldn't be safe at all, unless they were all bunker boys who built permanent shelters and hid underground.

But wouldn't that really make me a mouse?

Faced with the arrows of the Lightfeather, some mice tried to run away and find cover, but without exception, they were all accurately sniped by the Lightfeather.

Guangling used his death to tell these rats, "Don't even think about running away from me."

The mice immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

At this moment, Qianjun stepped forward and said to everyone, "Now, I would like to solemnly announce something."

“Brother, please speak,” the demon-slaying demon said.

"After careful consideration, I have made a difficult decision: I want to leave the Spirit Hall and become a free Spirit Master," Qianjun said.

"That's a real pity. Our Spirit Hall has lost a Super Douluo," Guang Ling said with a helpless expression.

"Brother, won't you reconsider?" Jiangmo said reluctantly.

Qianjun said, "Being a free Soul Master has always been my ideal. I have made up my mind about this matter, so there is no need to mention it again."

Tang Lie and Tang Xiao stared blankly at what was happening. Tang Lie's mind didn't quite process it for a moment: "What are they doing?"

Soon, Tang Xiao realized what was going on: "Oh no, if Qian Jun leaves the Spirit Hall, then he can no longer be considered a member of the Spirit Hall."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Jun, who was on the other side of the cliff, leaped across the cliff and arrived on the Haotian Sect's side. Qian Jun sneered and said, "You're right. I, Qian Jun, am no longer a member of the Spirit Hall. Naturally, I am no longer bound by the Grand Elder's promise."

At this moment, the disciples of the Clear Sky Sect on the edge of the cliff faced a level 97 Super Douluo. They sweated even more, and their backs became even wetter.

"You, you, your Spirit Hall is shameless!" Tang Xiao pointed at Qian Jun, speaking incoherently.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he was slapped by a powerful blow, sending Tang Xiao spinning 360 degrees into the air before landing.

"Spirit Hall? What Spirit Hall? I, Qian Jun, have long since left the Spirit Hall and am now a free and unfettered Soul Master."

Now, the Clear Sky Sect has realized that Qian Daoliu's promise has no binding force on the Spirit Hall. Guangling can fire at will, Qianjun can withdraw from the Spirit Hall at will, and join it at will; they can't protect them at all. Tang Lie, his eyes red and panting heavily, questioned, "Do you really intend to commit such an act of annihilation?"

Realizing they had nowhere to retreat, the rats summoned their Clear Sky Hammers, preparing for a desperate fight.

"So what if I wipe out you rats?" Qianjun said disdainfully. "However, I am not a murderer. As long as you fulfill my requirements, I will allow you to live here."

"What are your requirements?" Upon hearing that he could survive, Tang Lie's eyes were no longer red, and his breathing became much calmer.

Qianjun went straight to the Haotian Sect Mountain Temple behind the cliff, where there was a huge stone plaque with three large characters engraved on it: Haotian Sect.

On each side is written a sentence: "The majestic Haotian Sect, the outstanding Battle Soul Hammer."

"Hmm!" Qianjun stroked his chin and said, "The name is a good name, and the sentence is a good sentence, but there is one problem."

"What's the problem?" Tang Xiao asked, forcing himself to speak.

“You bunch of rats don’t deserve it,” Qianjun said.

Upon hearing this, the eyes of all the disciples of Haotian Sect turned red instantly, and their breathing became rapid.

"Want to make a move?" Qianjun unleashed a terrifying suppression of soul power, plunging all those who wanted to fight to the death into an abyss of fear.

Qianjun Douluo, wielding the Panlong Staff, leaped up and smashed it against the stone plaque of the Haotian Sect, shattering it into pieces.

Tang Xiao, Tang Lie, and the other disciples of the Haotian Sect clenched their fists, their eyes red, and they watched as the plaque symbolizing the glory of the Haotian Sect shattered into pieces.

"Sixth Brother, catch!" Guangling, on the other side of the cliff, immediately channeled his soul power and threw a huge plaque over from the other side.

Qianjun casually took the huge stone plaque and placed it in the original location of Haotian Sect.

The mice looked at the new plaque, and their blood surged and they became excited. The plaque had three words written on it: Mouse Hole.

"Damn it, let's fight them! The Haotian Sect cannot be humiliated!" A spirited rat wielded the Haotian Hammer and swung it at Qianjun, but before he even reached him, he was shot dead by Guangling from the opposite cliff with an arrow.

"All you rats who want to die, step forward. I'll send you on your way one by one," Guangling said casually, toying with the shrunken arrow in his hand.

The demon-slaying demon shouted back at the other side, "You must remember, you bunch of rats, today's calamity is because your people killed the Pope of my Spirit Hall first. Letting you rats live here is already our greatest mercy."

The demon-slaying words also reminded the surviving rats who had driven them to this point: Tang Hao.

Do they hate the Spirit Hall? Yes, they do, but their hatred for the Spirit Hall is less than one-thousandth of their hatred for Tang Hao.

As the thousand pounds fell, he pointed at the rats and said, "From now on, this place will be called Rat Hole. You rats, listen up! Every year, I will come from the Spirit Hall to inspect this place from time to time. If I see you changing these three words, don't blame me for massacring you rats. Do you understand?"

"Obviously."

"louder please."

"Understood!" the mice shouted in unison.

"Hahaha, good, you guys know how to appreciate kindness." Qianjun laughed.

(End of this chapter)