Shrek, Your Fire Buddha Ancestor Is Here!
"Guards! Protect the Emperor!"
Upon receiving his first slap, the old emperor, in a panic, instinctively reached for the Defensive Soul Tool hidden in his robes.
Upon seeing this, Tang Xiaoshan chuckled, and a level eight Defensive Soul Tool, resembling a ring and entirely dark gold in color, appeared in her palm.
"You old geezer, are you looking for this thing?" He put the ring on his middle finger, leaving his thumb unused.
The dark gold thumb ring on his middle finger was noticeably a full size too big, but Tang Xiaoshan was completely oblivious, only slightly displeased.
"What kind of garbage Soul Tool is this? I can't even wear it! And you, an old geezer, are supposed to be the emperor!"
Tang Feng, who was standing nearby, quickly whispered a reminder: "Brother Shan, the ring is worn on the thumb..."
Tang Xiaoshan's smile froze for a moment. She threw the old emperor of the Sun Moon Empire to the ground, then stubbornly said, "I know! I'm just trying out the size of my middle finger first, I'll change it back later!"
The old emperor, who had collapsed to the ground, was somewhat alarmed. That dark gold ring was a level eight Defensive Soul Tool specially customized by the Mingde Hall.
Although it wasn't level nine, he had worn this Soul Tool for many years since before he usurped the throne and was still a prince, and had never taken it off.
The Tang Family before him had managed to steal his personal belongings, including his other Defensive Soul Tool, without him even noticing...
The old emperor slumped to the ground, his aged fingers trembling as he reached for his sleeve... then for the hidden pocket at his waist.
Empty! Completely empty!
But he had been emperor for several years after all, and after a brief period of shock and humiliation, his mindset gradually calmed down.
"Young friends of the Clear Sky Sect, may I ask about my guards?"
"How..."
The old emperor was somewhat hesitant to act rashly, but he still mustered his courage, lowered his stance, and prepared to extract information from the emperor.
But who is Tang Xiaoshan? She is Tang Family, whose bloodline is incredibly pure and who is inherently evil.
He wasn't buying it at all.
If the old emperor had stood his ground to the end, even if he had been slapped until his face was covered in blood and he still stubbornly cursed, "The Clear Sky Sect is nothing special," Tang Xiaoshan might have even said that he had guts.
But then again, if the old emperor actually scolded him, he would start to get unhappy again...
But the old emperor was initially cowardly but later became tough. He was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground trembling, but then he turned around and put on a smiling face to try and get closer to the emperor.
This kind of arrogant-to-obsequious behavior disgusted Clear Sky Sect even more than directly cursing the Tang Xiaoshan Sect.
"Who are you calling 'young friend', you old codger?!"
Tang Xiaoshan raised the Clear Sky Hammer, poised to smash it down on the old emperor's head.
The old emperor's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his hand to shield himself. At that moment, he truly felt the breath of death.
Just as the Clear Sky Hammer was about to fall, a large, thick hand reached out from the side and firmly grasped the hammerhead.
The force was astonishing; Tang Xiaoshan's hammer was abruptly halted in mid-air.
"That's enough." Tai Tan looked down at Tang Xiaoshan, his eyes filled with no reproach, only sincere advice.
In his eyes, Tang Xiaoshan was a genius, and his personality was very similar to Tang Hao's back then; he was impulsive and reckless at the slightest disagreement.
Like a sect slave...
"Vice-Vice Sect Master?" Tang Xiaoshan immediately put away the Clear Sky Hammer, her voice weakening.
Tai Tan shook his head. "The Clear Sky Sect only has one powerful sect leader now. Compared to him, I am nothing but an ant."
The old emperor was so frightened by this scene that he dared not speak. The pressure exerted on him by the burly, short-haired middle-aged man before him was immense.
"This person must be a Super Douluo... or even Limit Douluo..." Upon reaching this conclusion, the old emperor immediately felt it made sense.
"What about Elder Kong?"
"That Kong Deming? I knocked him out with one punch." Tai Tan was relatively polite, at least he was willing to reply.
However, Kong Deming was truly something else; he wielded his Soul Tool with unparalleled skill. Even without divine power, Tai Tan couldn't defeat him in a short time.
"What! Elder Kong actually..."
"No wonder..." The old emperor was somewhat relieved; he had greatly underestimated the strength of the "Number One Sect Under Heaven."
Even the Sea God of the Sun Moon Empire is no match for it...
"Remember this, the Clear Sky Sect is far more powerful than you imagine. This is just a warning." With that, Tai Tan led the younger generation of the Tang Family away from the Sun Moon Imperial Palace.
"Er Ming, you're too slow."
Outside the Mingdu, Niu Tian had been waiting for a long time.
"Big brother? How did you get here so fast!"
Tai Tan strode forward and looked Niu Tian up and down.
His clothes were spotless, without a single wrinkle, and he didn't look like he'd just been in a fight at all.
Niu Tian Tianping explained calmly, "The sect leader's task for me is... to negotiate the purchase of Soul Tool, as long as we don't get discovered by the Mingde Hall."
Tai Tan's eyes widened in surprise. "So, I led the charge into the palace, and I'm the one who's been the most exhausted?"
Shrek City.
Feng Yan took a bite of the candied hawthorn and walked down the main street of the city, his expression as gentle as a spring breeze.
"I, the Fire Buddha, graduated from Shrek Academy. Now it's time to properly 'repay' my alma mater."
Feng Yan was not wearing the divine armor of the God of God of Fire, but only a simple gray-white robe, with his crimson hair casually tied back.
Aside from his stunningly beautiful face, comparable to that of a reader, he's just an ordinary person ready to embrace life.
"I wonder if Grandpa Xuan misses me, the old patriarch of Shrek Grandpa Xuan? I certainly do..."
"Um... excuse me, are you God of Fire Feng Yan?" a timid voice came from the side.
Feng Yan turned his head and saw a short-haired girl wearing the white uniform of Shrek Outer Court, looking up at him excitedly.
He subconsciously scanned upwards along those legs... slender legs, medium build, nothing particularly outstanding...
This abbreviation is too common.
Feng Yan looked puzzled. "What God of Fire? I've never heard of him before?"
"I'm just an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken, how could I possibly be the God of Fire?"
The short-haired girl was stunned.
She began to carefully recall the statue of the God of Fire standing opposite the Nine-Colored Goddess by the Sea God Lake...
The statue of the God of Fire has a stern face, flowing red hair, and stands on Burning Heaven Flame. Just standing next to him, one can feel his aura that can incinerate the entire world.
But the person in front of me, although their facial features were exactly the same, had a completely different temperament... and was even holding a skewer of candied hawthorn that they had just finished eating.
"Could it be that I've mistaken someone for someone else?"
The short-haired girl murmured to herself, her voice hesitant, "But the details of this statue..."
You mean that statue?
Feng Yan slapped his thigh, a look of deep disgust on his face. "That statue doesn't look like a human at all! It's too serious, not approachable at all."
"If the God of Fire knew he was sculpted into such a ferocious and menacing appearance, he'd probably be so angry he'd rush down from the Divine Realm and kill the idiot who sculpted this statue!"