Make Tang Hao Kneel Every Three Steps and Kowtow Every Nine

"Whether Tang Chen can return is one matter; whether you'll live to see it is another. And I've already run out of patience to waste on you!"

Qian Cheng looked at the crowd kneeling on the ground, a glint of coldness flashing through his eyes. "Beg for mercy? Sorry, I don't take prisoners."

Qian Cheng held two fingers together like a sword and lightly swept them through the air!

The pleas, curses, and cries abruptly ceased at that instant!

Heads separated from necks one after another, tumbling through the air before hitting the ground!

Scarlet blood gushed from the headless corpses, flowing across the entire rear courtyard like rivers of blood.

In the blink of an eye, every member of the Clear Sky Sect had died, leaving only three people behind!

The souls of those people were also absorbed into Qian Cheng's Human Emperor Banner, where they would serve at his command for eternity!

Tang Zhen stared wide-eyed at his clansmen, who had died with their eyes open, and regret arose in his heart for the first time.

If they had handed over Tang Hao, could the Clear Sky Sect's clansmen have escaped this calamity?

After all, aside from him, only four people remained in the entire sect!

Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, Tang Yuehua, and Tang Lie!

Tang Xiao was already half-dead, Tang Yuehua was a cripple, and Tang Hao's whereabouts were unknown.

The Clear Sky Sect existed in name only!

"Hahaha... hehehe... They're all dead. My family is all dead!"

"Tang Hao, it's all because of that beast Tang Hao, hahaha!"

Tang Lie cried one moment and laughed the next. His mind seemed to have completely collapsed.

"Tang Lie, I know you have a way to contact Tang Yuehua."

"Have Tang Yuehua tell Tang Hao that if he wants his father and elder brother to live, he must come to Spirit City to atone for his sins!"

"From Spirit City to Papal Hall, he must kneel once every three steps and kowtow once every nine!"

"If he misses even a single step, I'll skin Tang Zhen and Tang Xiao alive!"

Qian Cheng's voice sounded calm, yet it carried endless killing intent.

"Yes, yes, yes! Tang Hao is still alive. That beast is still alive!"

"Don't worry, I'll deliver those words. I'll make Tang Hao Never to be Reborn for Eternity!"

Hearing Qian Cheng's words, Tang Lie instantly snapped awake, as though he had found a reason to keep living.

Rumble!

Dark clouds swept in, lightning flashed, and thunder roared!

A sudden downpour poured down from the skies.

Raindrops as large as beans struck the ground, splashing up droplets of water.

The bloodstained rear courtyard of the Clear Sky Sect was fiercely washed by the rain, the blood gathering into a winding river.

"It's raining."

Qian Cheng stretched out his hand, feeling the rain fall into his palm.

Everyone else remained where they stood. Before Qian Cheng spoke, they did not dare move even slightly.

The bloody lesson of being the first to stick one's neck out lay right before their eyes.

Because Ning Fengzhi had said one extra sentence, Bone Douluo had been crushed to death by Qian Cheng!

And under Qian Cheng's threats, Ning Fengzhi had even gone against his conscience and declared that Bone Douluo was an Evil Spirit Master, a cancer upon the entire Spirit Master world.

After this ordeal, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had not only lost all face, but also at least thirty percent of its strength!

It could only be said that Qian Cheng, this Pope, was completely different from Qian Xunji. He simply would not reason with anyone!

Because

he was reason itself!

"You've all seen the fate of the Clear Sky Sect. Now, we can talk."

Qian Cheng's gaze swept across the crowd as he said indifferently, "How much are you willing to pay to buy your lives?"

Kill them all?

Of course, that was no problem!

The problem was that these sects, large and small, had not sent their entire sect to attend the celebration.

At present, Qian Cheng could only kill the sect masters and heirs who were here. Once the other disciples received the news, they would surely scatter in all directions.

Once they fled into the deep mountains and forests, capturing or killing them would consume enormous manpower and resources.

Furthermore, even if only some of them chose to retaliate against Spirit Hall,

that would still be a huge number of Spirit Masters!

He could not possibly do nothing but hunt these Spirit Masters across the entire continent, could he?

Even if Qian Cheng himself was unafraid, the low-level staff of Spirit Hall would become targets for revenge.

Therefore, extorting these sects and using their strength to make Spirit Hall even stronger was the best choice.

After all, in this era, Spirit Hall's rank-and-file personnel were truly weak.

"Your Holiness the Pope, we chose the wrong side, so we must pay the price!

"Just give the word. As long as it is something you need, we will brave mountains of blades and seas of fire to find it for you!"

The first person to speak was actually Yu Yuanzhen.

At this moment, Yu Yuanzhen possessed none of the dominance expected of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sect master. He looked like

a lackey!

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will each hand over two Fifty Thousand Year Soul Bones."

"The rest of the sects that attended the Clear Sky Sect's celebration will each hand over one Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone."

Qian Cheng stared at everyone present and said flatly, "If any of you have objections, you may discuss them with me!"

"Your Holiness the Pope, Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones are far too precious. Our Black Panther Sect is only a small sect, we simply—"

Before the Black Panther Sect's sect master could finish, he fell silent.

A bloody hole had appeared between his brows!

His entire body crashed to the blood-covered ground, splashing up faint droplets of water.

"Everyone, if anyone else has objections, you may still choose to discuss them with me!"

The corners of Qian Cheng's lips rose slightly, revealing a cold smile.

"No objections. We have no objections at all!"

"If we did something wrong, we must accept the punishment!"

"Even if our sect does not have a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, we can form teams to hunt soul beasts. We will definitely fulfill Your Holiness the Pope's demands!"

Not a single sect master from the large or small sects dared to object.

The consequences of bargaining were displayed bloodily before their eyes.

"Ning Fengzhi, you seem to have an objection? After all, you're the only one who hasn't spoken."

Qian Cheng's gaze fell on Ning Fengzhi.

"Your Holiness the Pope, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has no objections. We will present the two Fifty Thousand Year Soul Bones as soon as possible!"

Ning Fengzhi forced out a smile.

"If you have no objections, then smile more. Don't look like your uncle just died."

"You should know that people who love to smile tend to have good luck!"

A meaningful smile appeared on Qian Cheng's face.

Why aren't you smiling?

Were you simply born not liking to smile?

It's really hard to guess!

"Your Holiness the Pope is right. I will definitely smile more in the future!"

Ning Fengzhi forcibly suppressed the rage in his heart and tried his best to remain calm.

He already understood Qian Cheng's disposition very well!

This was a stubborn, cruel, and merciless dictator!

Anyone who dared defy his will would be ruthlessly crushed!

"The Clear Sky Sect has been destroyed, so the title of the Upper Three Sects should be changed!"

"Three months from now, on the plaza of Papal Hall, I welcome all of you to compete for the title of the Upper Three Sects!"

Qian Cheng's gaze swept over the crowd as he said calmly, "Now, some of you may leave first!"