nashuaworldcup Chapter 137 Insulting the Holy Son? I insulted him, so what?
Chapter 137 Insulting the Holy Son? I insulted him, so what?
Chapter 137 Insulting the Holy Son? I insulted him, so what?
Upon hearing this, the faces of the group turned grim.
"Is he not strict in managing his subordinates?"
The last person in the room, Bai He, the patriarch of the Min clan, looked at Titan with a frosty expression.
"Which of us—Old Rhino, Old Goat, or I—didn't drive away a large number of our clansmen and punish countless elders to suppress dissent within the clan? We have no objection to resisting the Spirit Hall, but you, Titan, tell me honestly, what does this have to do with us?"
"The one who killed the Pope was Tang Hao, not the Clear Sky Sect, nor our four clans!"
Baihe became more and more excited as she spoke, and finally she simply stood in front of Titan, her face flushed, and grabbed his collar.
"Yes, everyone knows you've watched Tang Hao grow up since he was a child, and you're closest to him, but Tang Hao is a human being, while the old folks and children of our clan aren't human beings either?!"
"Old White Bird!"
Niu Gao stopped him, lowered his eyes, and shook his head.
"Say less."
Perhaps there was some anxiety within the community, and the atmosphere was somewhat strange.
But they were opposed to this matter in the first place.
Putting aside the fact that Tang Hao was in the wrong, even if he were in the right, they didn't believe that the Clear Sky Sect could defeat the Spirit Hall head-on.
In recent years, the Haotian Sect has stood far too high amidst all those voices.
Niu Gao sighed and shook his head.
The patriarch of the Yu clan originally hoped to shrink his defenses and temporarily avoid the limelight. At the very least, he needed to find someone who was on par with Qian Daoliu before he could talk about taking the initiative.
This thought became even stronger after watching the match of Su Chen, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.
Thinking about the silver-haired boy's performance on the field, Niu Gao felt a deep sense of unease, especially as he read on and became more and more alarmed.
Strong.
too strong.
It was so powerful that Niu Gao felt somewhat desperate.
He couldn't imagine what would happen if the child grew up safely to the age of thirty, and how powerful the Spirit Hall would be by then.
The Spirit Hall's intentions in this so-called succession ceremony were almost obvious: it was a blatant display of strength, reminding everyone what the number one power on the continent truly was.
Clearly, it succeeded.
Whether it's the grandeur of Martial Soul City, its powerful foundation, or that unprecedented and unparalleled Holy Son, everything about it demonstrates its terrifying power.
After this match, I believe that the major powers will think twice, and the smaller powers will no longer dare to show their faces.
"Hmph, a bunch of cowardly old bastards, you cowards! You dare call yourselves subjects of Haotian? Bah!"
Titan slapped Baihe's hand away, glared at everyone, sneered, and pushed open the door to leave.
"That bastard!!"
Bai He was so angry that he trembled all over, and his fingers shook uncontrollably.
"Alright, old White Bird, don't bother with this one-track-minded guy."
Niu Gao comforted him, "Don't you know what kind of person he is?"
He persuaded Baihe for a long time before Baihe calmed down.
"Aren't you going to keep an eye on him?"
Yang Wudi put down the herbs in his hand, looked at the two of them helplessly, and said, "This bastard went out and caused trouble. Won't he implicate us?"
"Don't worry, Titan may be a bit simple-minded, but he still understands basic right and wrong."
Niu Gao shook his head. "Let's ignore him and continue our mission. Just keep an eye on this guy named Su Xiao."
He drew back the curtains, and in the small courtyard next door, Su Xiao was happily watering the flowerbeds, looking like a leisurely wealthy old man.
"It's truly unbelievable how such an ordinary person could give birth to a freak like Su Chen?"
Yang Wudi said with some emotion.
He had watched Su Chen's battle from beginning to end, and all he could say was that he still hadn't been able to figure out the boy's true strength.
"Who can say for sure about martial spirits?"
The white crane shook its head.
Then, the room fell silent.
After an unknown amount of time, the white crane suddenly spoke, staring intently at the two of them.
"Are we really going to make our move on the day of the final?"
Niu Gao and Yang Wudi did not reply, but their bodies trembled slightly.
"Those academies and sects that had originally made arrangements have either lost contact or given perfunctory responses. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School still hasn't given a definite answer. Only the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School has something to say, but if they turn against us at the last minute, the Spirit Hall won't punish them severely."
He kept talking to himself, but his voice grew louder and louder.
"And what about us?"
"If the Haotian Sect were truly driven by ambition, our deaths would be enough; at least we'd be remembered in history. But what about now? For Tang Hao alone, they've bound our entire clan, young and old, to their war chariot!"
"If we ultimately fail and are purged, will the Spirit Hall let us, those who rushed to the front lines to use Su Xiao to threaten Su Chen, get away with it?"
Will the Haotian Sect save us?!
By the end, the white crane was practically screaming!
"Cough cough!!"
His face flushed red, and he coughed violently. When he looked up again, he saw Niu Gao and Yang Wudi looking at him with complicated expressions.
"There's nothing we can do. What if the Haotian Sect would save us?"
Yang Wudi shook his head and sighed. "Wouldn't that be a wasted effort to act like a villain?"
"A petty person?"
Bai He sneered, "Better than a hypocrite."
"The Haotian Sect has been kind to us, and we cannot be ungrateful."
Niu Gao said in a deep voice, "But as the clan leader, you must also be responsible for the clan's members, young and old. So, Old White Bird, Old Goat!"
Seeing that Yang Wudi and Bai He were looking at him with some surprise and doubt, Niu Gao took a deep breath.
"Let's invite those elders and members of the clans we drove away back. Then we'll let them lead their clans away from the Haotian Sect, expel us sinners from the clans, and let us live in anonymity, scattered and alone."
"in this way."
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
"The death of a few of us old guys is a fitting end to the fate of the Haotian Sect and our clan."
"A bunch of spineless old cowards. Bah!"
On the main street of Wuhun City, Titan walked along, arms crossed, cursing angrily.
"If you're scared, just admit it. Why make up all sorts of excuses? What is the Spirit Hall anyway? And what is that brat Su Chen?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it still reached the ears of the boy who was buying things nearby.
"What did you say?!"
The boy glared at Titan. "Do you have a problem with His Highness the Holy Son?"
Titan was taken aback when he heard this. He turned around and saw that it was a young boy with delicate features, but he looked rather wild.
"What, who do you think you are, kid?"
Titan glanced sideways, looking down at the boy.
"Poison Invincible, an unknown nobody."
He said coldly, "But, under no circumstances will you be allowed to insult His Highness the Holy Son."
"insult?"
Titan seemed to have heard a funny joke. He clenched his fist, shook his neck, and glared menacingly at Poison Invincible.
"I've insulted you, so what?"
(End of this chapter)