The Tables Turn, Supervisor Tang San Is Back Online!

As soon as the words fell.

Spirit Hall's guards charged forward like wolves and tigers.

The tension and vigilance they had shown when facing invaders had vanished from their faces, replaced by the excitement of taking part in some great and glorious endeavor.

Clang!

Clang!

A huge pile of tools gleaming with cold metallic light was unceremoniously thrown at the feet of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples.

Shovels.

Hoes.

Pickaxes.

There were even several one-wheeled handcarts.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples all went pale, their bodies stiff.

Their dull gazes fell upon the pile of cold iron tools at their feet.

Not long ago, they had stormed into this city burning with vengeance, brimming with murderous intent.

And now...

They had to pick up tools meant for peasants and become some so-called... "volunteer labor renovation crew"?

A young disciple's lips trembled as he instinctively took a step back.

He wanted to resist.

He wanted to roar.

He wanted to tell these demons that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would rather die than be humiliated!

However, when his gaze swept over the second-in-command nearby—"planted" in the ground with only his head exposed, still twitching faintly—

All his courage vanished in an instant.

Even the sect's second strongest expert, an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo, had been planted like a carrot.

What waves could small fry like them possibly stir up?

A deathly silence fell over the crowd.

In the end, it was the financial elder who had been "warmly" greeted by Golden Crocodile Douluo who let out a long sigh filled with despair.

Trembling, he bent down and picked up a shovel.

That motion seemed to exhaust every bit of strength he had left.

"First... let's dig the second-in-command out first."

His voice was hoarse and dry, carrying