Servile Nature

"Duke, is this over already?" Sigewinne tilted her head, clearly dumbfounded by Wriothesley's actions.

"It's done." Wriothesley stroked her hair, then glanced at the now dim and lusterless Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud before casually storing it in his God's Eye space.

This thing was better kept away. If some thief accidentally stole it, wouldn't that be a terrible loss?

He was not the sort of person whose mind would be swayed by greed!

But some people might be.

Speaking of which, after he had crippled Mister Tang Hao, who would protect that Tang San?

Surely Clear Sky Sect would not send someone out?

Tang San would not face any danger in the short term. Even if he did, those below Title Douluo could be handled by the Tang Clan's lackeys in Heaven Dou City, the Strength Clan. But what about those above Title Douluo?

It had to be said that Wriothesley had guessed correctly.

Last night, Tang Hao had been half-crippled. Knowing he could no longer protect Tang San, yet finding Heaven Dou City too far from Clear Sky Sect, he had no choice but to enter the gates of the Strength Clan.

When someone barged through the Strength Clan's gates, Taino, as the clan chief's son, naturally came out to see what was going on.

"Who are you? This is the Strength Clan. What business do you have here?"

As a clan that served as Tang Hao's lackeys, Taino's appearance was truly rather hard on the eyes.

It could not be helped. The Strength Clan's Martial Soul was the Power Gorilla, so whether male or female, they all looked rather

indescribable.

But Tang Hao was still a Title Douluo. Even a crippled Title Douluo was still a Title Douluo.

Taino was merely a Soul King.

After teaching Taino a lesson, Tai Tan emerged.

The moment he saw Tang Hao, his servile nature took over. He immediately performed three kneelings and nine kowtows before Tang Hao.

Tang Hao naturally knew what kind of person Tai Tan was. Otherwise, he would not have come to Heaven Dou City despite his severe injuries.

Tai Tan naturally treated Tang Hao, his master, with the utmost respect, providing him with the finest food and drink.

However, Tang Hao did not mention how Clear Sky Sect had abandoned the four great clans back then. In Tang Hao's eyes, what kind of thing was it for a master to apologize to his dog?

Nor did Tai Tan ask.

To him, Tang Hao had done nothing wrong. It was all Spirit Hall's fault.

If the master had a request, then as a servant, one simply carried it out.

It had to be said that Tai Tan's servile nature had become deeply ingrained.

The kind beyond saving.

Tang Hao had come here to directly tell Tai Tan about his son's situation. He then wrote a letter and had him send someone to deliver it to Tang Yuehua at Moonlight Pavilion, asking her to go to Clear Sky Sect and bring people to Heaven Dou City.

Tai Tan naturally did not dare delay Tang Hao's orders. He sent someone to Moonlight Pavilion that very night.

Perhaps in his eyes, the young master's safety could not be compromised?

Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power—such talent, so long as he did not die young, would surely make him a Title Douluo in the future. He might even become an Ultimate Douluo.

Having such a young master was the honor of their Strength Clan!

And when Tai Tan heard that Tang San was at Blue Tyrant—oh, no, it should be called Shrek Academy now—his expression became even more animated.

Wasn't that the same school as his grandson?

What was there to panic about?

Wouldn't it be enough to have Tailong stay by his side?

Besides, that was their young master. No one could touch him. Whoever touched Tang San would be making enemies of the entire Strength Clan.

With such an excellent status, even at Shrek Academy, Tang San would have to be pampered by everyone!

But Tai Tan, had you asked your grandson what he thought about this?

Still, judging by the current situation, Tang Hao intended to reclaim the single-attribute clans.

With Spirit Hall's strength, it had been entirely possible for them to wipe out the four great single-attribute clans back then, yet they had ultimately chosen not to.

First, Clear Sky Sect's abandonment of its affiliated clans had truly been contemptible. Leaving them half-dead would weaken Clear Sky Sect's influence in the soul master world. Of course, the greatest reason was fear of exposing too much strength. At their peak, the four great single-attribute clans combined were no weak force. Destroying them would arouse excessive wariness from the continent's other powers, especially the two great empires.

In fact, it had indeed produced adverse consequences.

Time passed day by day, though things had deviated slightly from their originally ordained trajectory.

For instance, Dugu Bo, and the original course of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well and the ownership of the immortal herbs.

Cloud and mist danced across the sky, ever-changing and unpredictable. At times they surged like raging waves; at others, they resembled tranquil beauties, leaving one dazzled by the sight!

None of the changes followed any pattern, yet they were like an artist's freely sweeping brush, bringing endless beauty and awe. Dense heaven-and-earth essence played amid the clouds. Imagine it: if an ordinary human could set foot upon this miraculous land, even taking a single breath would extend their life by ten years. It was simply dreamlike. But absorbing too much would be troublesome, because this was divine power, something ordinary people could not endure!

Could ordinary people come here? Naturally, the answer was no—this was the God Realm, a mysterious and lofty place beyond reach!

Majestic palaces gleamed beneath the God Realm's halo, emitting a faint golden radiance. They seemed to stand at the very pinnacle of the God Realm, a sacred place that controlled all things. The God Realm Committee here bore the responsibility of judging the gods while upholding the rules of the God Realm. It was truly an arduous and sacred duty.

At this moment, the Asura God was covered from head to toe in dark-red demonic patterns. He wore a suit of armor covered in such patterns, dark-red light swirling around him. Just as he fell into thought, his nose suddenly itched, and he sneezed. "Achoo..."

He froze.

One had to know that he was a God-King-level powerhouse, nominally an enforcer of the God Realm, yet in strength one of the foremost among God-Kings. The mighty Asura God-King had actually sneezed. It was both absurd and amusing! And this was not even the first time!

"Who is talking about me behind my back?" he muttered, somewhat displeased. "Or is someone plotting against me?"

Could it be Destruction?

Asura and Destruction had always been like fire and water. Their differing ideals made harmony impossible. Only scheming by a god like this could make him wary in advance; it was truly both irritating and ridiculous!

But Destruction would not do such a thing. The two merely held different views. Destruction had always wanted to expand the God Realm and establish more divine positions, while Asura believed the God Realm did not need expansion. The rules had been established long ago, so how could they be changed so lightly?

Asura believed that opening up the God Realm might well shake its very foundations. It was unacceptable. Though humans in the various worlds could reach the pinnacle, there were also gods in the God Realm willing to relinquish their divine positions and explore more distant star systems. Let them change freely.

"Hmph, Destruction, just wait. Sooner or later, someone will come settle this account with you!" The Asura God snorted coldly, though his gaze drifted unconsciously toward the lower realm.