While they were still stunned, Lu Ming had already walked straight past them and into the residence without even glancing aside.
Bai Xiuxiu and White Tiger followed close behind.
The guards exchanged looks, yet not one of them dared step forward to stop them again.
Lu Ming walked along the bluestone path, crossed the courtyard, and headed toward the main hall deep within the residence at an unhurried pace.
Before he even approached, a deep male voice filled with oppressive force came from inside the hall, carrying an overbearing tone that allowed no refusal.
"Ye Qingxian, five minutes have passed. Have you made your decision?"
It was Tang Hao's voice.
"Are you willing to submit to Shrek? Are you willing to marry all the women of the Ye Family to my Clear Sky Sect?"
"I'll give you one last chance. If you refuse, hmph, then this Ye Family, which has endured for ten thousand years, need not continue to exist!"
His words were filled with undisguised threats.
Immediately afterward, a clear and furious young woman's voice rang out.
"Don't even think about it!"
Inside the hall, a young woman in a light green gown stood gracefully. It was Ye Lingling.
Her pretty face was frosty with anger, her almond eyes wide open. Even under the pressure of a Titled Douluo, she showed no fear whatsoever.
Her fitted dress perfectly outlined her slender figure, while her jade legs stood straight and firm.
"My Ye Family has stood tall and upright for over ten thousand years, acting openly and honorably! How could we ever submit to a madman like you, who relies on threats and temptation?"
Ye Lingling's voice was crisp and resounding.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly froze.
The muscles on Tang Hao's face twitched violently. His eyes immediately filled with bloodshot veins as a berserk aura erupted!
"Insolence!"
He roared, his voice like thunder, making the entire hall hum and shake.
A mere junior at the Soul Emperor level dared to shout so arrogantly before him, the Clear Sky Douluo?
She was simply courting death!
Blinded by rage, Tang Hao no longer cared about maintaining any decorum. He raised his hand and struck out with his palm.
Vast Soul Power gathered into an enormous black palm, carrying devastating pressure as it smashed viciously toward Ye Lingling's face!
He showed no mercy in this strike. He actually intended to kill this ignorant young woman on the spot!
"Don't!"
A cry of alarm rang out.
Ah Yin, who had been standing behind Tang Hao, went pale with shock. She had never expected Tang Hao to suddenly strike so ruthlessly at a junior.
Almost instinctively, she flashed forward and spread her arms, trying to shield Ye Lingling with her frail body.
"Tang Hao, stop!"
However, Tang Hao had already been completely consumed by fury.
"Get lost!"
He roared impatiently and swung his arm backhandedly, not even seeing who had approached.
"Slap!"
An incomparably crisp slap echoed throughout the hall.
Ah Yin's delicate body was sent flying like a kite with its string cut. A streak of blood spilled from the corner of her lips as she crashed heavily onto the floor, a clear five-fingered mark appearing on her face.
She clutched her cheek, her eyes filled with pain and disbelief as she stared blankly at the man who looked as though he had gone mad.
Only then did Tang Hao see whom he had struck, but there was not a trace of guilt in his eyes. Instead, his brutality deepened.
He pointed at Ah Yin on the ground, his voice chilling.
"If you dare stop me again, don't blame me for showing you no mercy either!"
At that moment, a graceful figure drifted over and firmly positioned herself in front of Ye Lingling.
The newcomer was none other than the Patriarch of the Ye Family, Ye Qingxian.
She lightly raised her slender hand, and a gentle yet incomparably resilient wave of Soul Power spread outward, effortlessly dissolving Tang Hao's powerful strike.
Ye Qingxian wore a magnificent palace dress that vividly accentuated her mature, voluptuous curves.
Her long, straight, beautiful legs were faintly visible beneath the hem of her dress, and her entire body exuded an air of nobility and elegance.
She did not even spare Ah Yin on the ground a glance. She merely looked at Tang Hao, a mocking smile curling across her lips.
"Striking women and children, Clear Sky Douluo? How impressive."
As her words fell, a vast surge of Soul Power that was not inferior to Tang Hao's soared from her body!
Nine spirit rings silently appeared—two yellow, two purple, and five black!
Rank ninety-six, a Super Douluo!
Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.
He had never imagined that this seemingly delicate Patriarch of the Ye Family was also a Super Douluo!
However, this was only the beginning.
The instant Ye Qingxian finished speaking, powerful auras erupted one after another from every direction within the hall!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Several figures appeared inside the hall like Ghost Charms, surrounding Tang Hao completely.
Without exception, nine Spirit Rings lit up beneath every one of them!
They were all Titled Douluos!
Among them, four auras had even reached the Super Douluo level, just like Ye Qingxian!
"Boom—!"
Before Tang Hao could recover from his shock, an even more terrifying and profound pressure, as though it had risen from the depths of the netherworld, suddenly erupted from deep beneath the residence!
That aura was ancient and desolate, far surpassing anyone present!
A Limit Douluo!
Dense beads of cold sweat instantly formed on Tang Hao's forehead.
His face turned pale, his heart pounded wildly, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
"Five Super Douluos... several Titled Douluos... and a Limit Douluo overseeing the place..."
He swallowed with difficulty, his voice trembling slightly.
"As expected of the Heaven Dou Ye Family, which has endured for ten thousand years. Its foundation truly runs deep."
Only now did he understand just how laughable he had been.
He had thought he was here to pressure them, never realizing that in their eyes, he might have been nothing more than a clown.
A powerful sense of humiliation surged through him. Tang Hao's face flushed the color of liver, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.
He still had one final trump card!
He took a deep breath, forced himself to maintain his imposing manner, and shouted sternly.
"But don't forget, my son Tang San is a God!"
"No matter how deep your foundation is, can you truly stand against a God?"
"I advise you to think carefully before answering. Can your Ye Family bear the consequences of offending a future God King?!"
The word "God" seemed to give him endless courage, straightening his back several degrees.
However, the instant his words fell, a calm voice with a hint of amusement drifted leisurely from the entrance of the hall.
"Tang San?"
"Is he strong?"
Everyone turned toward the voice and saw a young man in white slowly walking into the hall, followed by two women of peerless beauty.
Tang Hao frowned, a trace of anger flashing through his eyes.
Where had this ignorant junior come from, daring to question the power of a God?
"Who are you? How dare you call the Sea God by name!"
Yet no one paid any attention to his question.
Because at that moment, every member of the Ye Family in the hall, including Patriarch Ye Qingxian, stood frozen in place as though they had been struck by a petrification spell.
They stared fixedly at the young man in white who had entered the hall, every face filled with overwhelming shock and dazed disbelief.
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