Slapping Yu Xiaogang Away

Yu Xiaogang grew more agitated as he spoke, as if he had already foreseen the day the Martial Soul Empire would fall.

He reached out and pointed at the golden characters on the Heavenly Curtain, his tone impassioned:

"The Martial Soul Empire acts against the natural order and will inevitably be crushed by the wheels of history."

"If the Great Tang joins us at this moment, it is not only in accordance with the will of heaven, but will also secure a place for you in the new world to come."

"Otherwise..."

He did not finish his sentence, but the threatening undertone in his voice was clear to everyone present.

If the Great Tang failed to appreciate the situation, they would likely face dire consequences once the alliance achieved victory.

"Heh."

A cold, disdainful sneer interrupted Yu Xiaogang's grandiloquent speech.

Qian Renxue tilted her chin slightly, her golden eyes looking down at him as if he were a reckless ant.

"A rabble of motley fools, and you dare speak of the will of heaven?"

Her voice was clear and melodious, yet it carried a chill that seeped into the marrow.

"Just because you were lucky enough to scrape into the bottom of the rankings, you've become this arrogant?"

"In the face of absolute power, your so-called alliance is nothing more than a group of weaklings huddling together for warmth."

Qian Renxue turned around, her golden dress dancing in the wind, making her appear like an inviolable goddess.

She did not even deign to refute Yu Xiaogang's ridiculous theories.

Because she was a god.

She was a being that stood above all mortals.

"You..."

Yu Xiaogang's face turned livid, stung by the insult of being called a "rabble."

His theories and strategic planning were the things he took the most pride in, yet now they were being belittled as worthless.

Just as the two sides were at daggers drawn and the atmosphere was on the verge of exploding, Wu Zetian, behind the beaded curtain, frowned slightly.

This was Daming Palace.

It was her territory.

The two of them were bickering in her Court—what kind of decorum was this?

Just as Wu Zetian was about to open her mouth to reprimand them, Li Xin, who had been standing in the shadows of the corner the entire time, finally moved.

He merely took a single step forward.

Clack.

The crisp sound of his footsteps rang out with startling clarity in the vast hall.

Immediately following.

An indescribable, terrifying aura erupted from Li Xin, instantly sweeping across the entire hall.

It was not merely the pressure of soul power.

It was a trembling that originated from the depths of the soul.

It was as if an ancient beast had awakened, or a God King had descended upon the mortal realm.

The air, which had been thick with their incessant arguing, froze instantly under the wash of this aura.

"Silence."

Li Xin's voice was soft and indifferent.

There was not a trace of joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure to be heard in it.

Yet, these two simple words acted like an irresistible decree, instantly sealing everyone's lips.

Only then did the people in the hall truly see the man they had ignored all this time.

He wore a fitted martial outfit that accentuated his tall, lean frame.

His long, golden hair was left to hang loose, tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, giving him a wild and unrestrained appearance.

His face was sharp and angular, as if carved by a blade, with sword-like brows slanting into his temples, exuding a compelling, heroic spirit.

His eyes, in particular, were striking.

Calm and profound, like an ancient well, yet they faintly revealed a domineering aura that looked down upon the world.

He simply stood there quietly.

Yet, it was as if he had become the center of the entire world.

All light, and every gaze, was drawn to him involuntarily.

At this moment.

Standing behind Yu Xiaogang, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu couldn't help but daze slightly.

They had seen countless young talents.

Even Tang San was a dragon among men.

But the unique aura emanating from the man before them was something they had never encountered before.

It was the composure of one who had weathered the vicissitudes of life, the ease of one who held everything in his grasp.

So strong.

So handsome.

These were the thoughts that popped into both girls' minds simultaneously.

Even Qian Renxue, who had always looked down on everyone, felt her pupils constrict sharply at this moment.

She stared fixedly at Li Xin, a stormy sea raging within her heart.

This aura...

It actually made the Angel Divine Power within her body feel a trace of fear?

How could this be!

She was someone on the verge of becoming a god!

Could it be that this man, who didn't look very old, was also a deity?

And a deity even more powerful than the God of Angels?

The Great Tang Empire actually possessed such a hidden trump card?

Compared to Qian Renxue's shock and wariness.

Yu Xiaogang's feelings at this moment were completely different.

The pressure rushing toward him made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The humiliation of being forcibly held down by the head ignited the nameless fury in his heart to its peak.

Ever since Tang San rose to prominence, hadn't he been respectfully addressed as "Master" wherever he went?

When had he ever suffered such treatment?

Moreover, this was a negotiation table, a place that emphasized status and standing.

Some greenhorn who popped out of nowhere dared to tell him to be silent?

"Who are you?"

Yu Xiaogang braced himself against that pressure, his face dark as he shouted.

He gripped his sleeves tightly, trying to maintain his crumbling dignity.

"This is the negotiation site between the two great empires and the Martial Soul Empire."

"Even Her Majesty the Empress has not spoken yet; what place is there for you to talk here?"

The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more he felt he was in the right, and his back straightened unconsciously.

He stared sharply at Li Xin, adopting the posture of an elder:

"Young man, if you don't understand the rules, you should learn more."

"I am the Imperial Advisor of the Heaven Dou Empire, and furthermore, the Master of the current Anti-Martial Soul Empire Alliance."

"You, what qualifications do you have to be presumptuous in front of me?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The entire hall fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

Even Qian Renxue looked at Yu Xiaogang as if he were a fool.

Was this guy tired of living?

Li Xin tilted his head slightly, his heterochromatic eyes sweeping over Yu Xiaogang indifferently.

That gaze.

It was like looking at a stray dog barking wildly at a dragon.

No anger.

Only apathy.

"Qualifications?"

The corners of Li Xin's mouth curled up, revealing a playful smile.

Before he could speak.

A gust of fragrant wind suddenly exploded in the air.

The speed was extreme; even Flender, a Soul Saint, could not react in time.

A pale blue afterimage instantly crossed a distance of several dozen meters.

Smack—!

A crisp, teeth-gritting sound of a slap suddenly exploded throughout the great hall.

Immediately following.

Came the sight of a figure flying backward.

Yu Xiaogang didn't even have time to let out a scream; he was sent soaring through the air like a ragdoll, tracing a graceful parabola.

Boom.

He slammed heavily into one of the hall's pillars.

Pfft—!

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, mixed with a few shattered teeth that scattered across the polished floor.

Yu Xiaogang clutched the side of his face, which had instantly swollen up like a pig's head, his eyes filled with confusion and terror.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Did I just get hit?

Everyone was stunned.

The boys among the Shrek Seven Devils, however, were completely unable to spare a glance for the miserable state of their Master.

Their gazes were all blankly fixed upon the young girl who had suddenly appeared in the center of the hall.