Tang San Invincible?! Lu Ming Confronts Tang Hao! Hypocritical Villain!

In the time it took them to be stunned, Lu Ming had already walked straight past them and into the mansion without so much as a glance.

Bai Xiuxiu and White Tiger followed closely behind.

The guards looked at each other, and not a single one dared to step forward to block them again.

Lu Ming stepped onto the bluestone path, crossed the courtyard, and walked toward the main hall deep within the mansion, his pace steady and unhurried.

Before he even got close, a deep, masculine voice filled with oppressive pressure drifted out from the hall, carrying an irresistible force.

"Ye Qingxian, five minutes have passed. Have you considered it?"

It was the voice of Tang Hao.

"Are you willing to submit to our Shrek? Are you willing to marry all the women of the Ye family to my Clear Sky Sect?"

"I will give you one last chance. If you are unwilling, hmph, then I see no reason for this Ye family, which has been passed down for ten thousand years, to continue existing!"

His words were filled with undisguised threats.

Immediately after, a crisp and angry young girl's voice rang out.

"Dream on!"

Inside the hall, a young girl dressed in a pale green dress stood gracefully; it was Ye Lingling.

Her pretty face was cold with fury, her almond-shaped eyes wide open. Facing the pressure of a Titled Douluo, she showed no fear at all.

The form-fitting dress perfectly showcased her slender figure, and her jade-like legs stood straight and firm.

"My Ye family has been passed down for over ten thousand years, standing tall and upright, acting with integrity! How could we ever submit to a madman like you who uses coercion and bribery!"

Ye Lingling's words were crisp and resonated with conviction.

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly.

The muscles on Tang Hao's face twitched violently, his eyes instantly bloodshot, and a violent aura erupted with a boom!

"Insolent!"

He let out an angry roar, his voice like a thunderclap, making the entire hall hum and vibrate.

A mere junior at the Soul Emperor level dared to clamor like this in front of him, the Clear Sky Douluo?

She was simply courting death!

In his rage, Tang Hao no longer cared about his composure; he raised his hand and struck.

A massive, pitch-black palm formed from surging soul power, carrying destructive pressure, and slammed fiercely toward Ye Lingling's face!

He did not hold back in the slightest with this palm strike, intending to wipe this ignorant girl from the face of the earth right then and there!

"No!"

A cry of alarm rang out.

Ah Yin, who had been standing behind Tang Hao, turned pale with fright. She had not expected Tang Hao to suddenly strike out so viciously at a junior.

She moved instinctively, flashing forward and spreading her arms, attempting to shield Ye Lingling with her own fragile body.

"Tang Hao, stop!"

However, Tang Hao was already blinded by rage at this moment.

"Get lost!"

He roared impatiently and swung his hand back, not even bothering to see who had approached him.

"Slap!"

An incredibly crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the entire hall.

Ah Yin's delicate body flew backward like a kite with a broken string. A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth as she crashed heavily to the ground, a clear handprint appearing on her face.

She clutched her cheek, her eyes filled with pain and bewilderment, staring blankly at the man who looked like a madman.

Only then did Tang Hao see who he had struck, but there was not a hint of guilt in his eyes; instead, they grew even more violent.

He pointed at Ah Yin on the ground, his voice icy.

"If you dare to block me again, don't blame me for being ruthless to you as well!"

Just then, a graceful figure drifted over, standing firmly in front of Ye Lingling.

The newcomer was none other than the Patriarch of the Ye Family, Ye Qingxian.

She raised her slender hand, and a gentle yet incredibly resilient Spirit Power rippled outward, effortlessly neutralizing Tang Hao's heavy, powerful palm strike.

Ye Qingxian was dressed in a magnificent palace gown that perfectly accentuated her mature and voluptuous curves.

Her long, straight, beautiful legs were faintly visible beneath the hem of her skirt, and her entire being radiated a noble and graceful aura.

She did not even glance at Ah Yin on the ground, instead fixing her gaze on Tang Hao with a mocking smile curling at the corners of her lips.

"Lifting a hand against women and children, Clear Sky Douluo, you are truly impressive."

As her voice fell, a surge of majestic Spirit Power, in no way inferior to Tang Hao's, erupted from her body and soared into the sky!

Nine Spirit Rings emerged silently: two yellow, two purple, and five black!

Level ninety-six, Super Douluo!

Tang Hao's pupils constricted sharply.

He never expected that this seemingly delicate Patriarch of the Ye Family would also be a Super Douluo!

However, this was merely the beginning.

No sooner had Ye Qingxian finished speaking than powerful auras erupted one after another from all directions of the hall!

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Several figures appeared in the hall like ghosts, surrounding Tang Hao completely.

Without exception, nine Spirit Rings lit up beneath the feet of every one of these people!

They were all Titled Douluo!

Among them, four auras even reached the level of Super Douluo, just like Ye Qingxian!

"BOOM—!"

Before Tang Hao could recover from the shock, an even more terrifying and profound pressure, as if emanating from the depths of the Nine Hells, suddenly erupted from deep beneath the mansion!

That aura was ancient and vast, far surpassing anyone else present!

Limit Douluo!

Dense cold sweat instantly broke out on Tang Hao's forehead.

His face turned pale, his heart hammered, and a chill surged from the soles of his feet straight to his skull.

"Five Super Douluo... several Titled Douluo... and a Limit Douluo holding down the fort..."

He swallowed with difficulty, his voice trembling slightly.

"As expected of the Heaven Dou Ye Family with its ten-thousand-year legacy; the foundation is truly profound."

Only now did he realize just how ridiculous he had been.

He thought he had come to exert pressure, not realizing that in the eyes of his opponents, he was perhaps nothing more than a clown.

A strong sense of humiliation surged in his heart, and Tang Hao's face flushed a liver-colored red, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

He still had his final trump card!

He took a deep breath, braced his momentum, and shouted sharply.

"But do not forget, my son, Tang San, is a God!"

"No matter how deep your foundation is, do you really think you can stand against a God?"

"I advise you to think carefully before you answer. Can your Ye family afford the consequences of offending a future God King?!"

The word "God" seemed to grant him infinite courage, causing his spine to straighten a little more.

However, the moment his voice fell, a calm yet playful tone drifted leisurely from the entrance of the hall.

"Tang San?"

"Is he very strong?"

Everyone turned to look toward the sound, only to see a young man in white walking slowly into the hall, followed by two peerless beauties.

Tang Hao frowned, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes.

Where did this ignorant junior pop out from, daring to question the power of a God?

"Who are you? How dare you address the Sea God by his name!"

Yet, his questioning went ignored.

Because at this moment, every member of the Ye family in the hall, including the family head Ye Qingxian, stood frozen in place as if struck by a binding spell.

They stared fixedly at the young man in white who had walked in, every one of their faces etched with extreme shock and disbelief.