Tang San: I Can't Mention That I Still Have Contingency Plans

Ten thousand years ago, in the Unrivaled Tang Clan, within the Divine Realm.

The Destruction God King stood in the main hall, his brows furrowed tightly after listening to the conversation outside the Heavenly Screen.

The future Tang San will actually be able to transmit messages across realms to the Douluo Continent, summon divine power, and influence Douluo Continent.

He laid out a contingency plan ten thousand years ago; Tang San's scheme was truly well-prepared.

He even suspected that Tang San had started planning this all along!

The Destruction God King turned to Tang San, "Your plan has taken this long!"

"I didn't!" Tang San denied.

"Can't you see what was said in that Heavenly Screen?" said the Destruction God King.

"Even if you're not on the Douluo Continent Douluo Continent the future, you can still reach out to it." He took a step forward as he spoke. "You'd better tell me right now how many backup plans you've left on the Douluo Continent! Anything else! Tell me everything besides the inheritance!"

"I..." Tang San opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, "That thing, it was indeed something I left behind in the Douluo Continent, nothing else!"

He's still lying; he even left a helmet for the Sea God Family.

"Really?" the Destruction God King asked. "Just one thing is enough for you to still be able to send messages every twenty thousand years. Tang San, what exactly were you planning back then? You didn't report the affairs of the Divine Realm, you didn't report the dimensional rifts, just how much did you do in the Douluo Continent?!"

Tang San couldn't answer, and he couldn't just say it was all a coincidence.

The Destruction God King no longer believes!

"So you just ignore difficult questions?" the Destruction God King said. "Looks like you've got quite a few tricks up your sleeve!"

Tang San swallowed hard; it was time for his favorite Destruction Divine Thunder again.

As for his good brother, of course they abandoned him; what could Second-Level God do in front of God King?

The Destruction God King raised his hand and lifted the Destruction Scepter. Dark purple Divine Thunder overflowed from the top of his scepter, and a bolt of Destruction Divine Thunder filled with dark purple energy struck Tang San directly.

The lightning engulfed Tang San.

Each Lei Ting was more terrifying than any before, one after another without any pause.

Tang San let out a muffled groan and was engulfed in the lightning.

He was filled with regret; so many things, and he couldn't explain them at all!

Damn it! Why did I, from 20,000 years in the future, suddenly make a move?!

In the Heavenly Screen, Yin Hongye completely disregarded Tang San's escape and turned to ask Mu Hongchen, "Did you record the scene of me slapping Long Yeyue? I'll send it to the Spirit Pagoda to collect the reward later."

"I didn't record it." Mu Hongchen lied, his tone flat, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"That's alright, I'll just try again." Yin Hongye didn't care; how could he not see that Mu Hongchen was lying?

He simply wanted to make more money.

One slap equals one hundred million Federation Credit.

The Spirit Pagoda is richer than a country; it won't miss a few slaps.

Upon hearing this, Long Yeyue's pupils widened. Her face, swollen and red from the slaps, was clearly still reeling. She looked at Yin Hongye and said, "Can't you fucking tell whether Mu Hongchen is lying or not?"

"Would you believe me if I said I couldn't tell?" Yin Hongye didn't take it seriously. He just wanted to make more money; what was wrong with that?

Long Yeyue likes slapping; isn't that common knowledge in the Federation?

I already slapped her like that, what's there for her to be angry about!

He raised his hand and slapped her again, knocking Long Yueyue's head to the side. The blood at the corner of her mouth hadn't been wiped clean before it was stained crimson again. Mu Hongchen stood to the side and started recording, recording very clearly, or more accurately, a live broadcast of the Spirit Pagoda.

In a sense, he wasn't lying; the live stream wasn't recorded.

At this moment, at the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters, Qian Gu Dongfeng was watching the screen with schadenfreude. At first, he maintained a stern face, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. However, by the time the tenth slap landed, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Upon seeing the fiftieth slap, he shouted excitedly, slamming his hand on the table and yelling, "Well done! That's how you slap her!"

But upon hearing Mu Hongchen's words, the smile on his face froze. "Master of the Spirit Pagoda, don't forget, a bounty of one hundred million for every slap. Your Spirit Pagoda shouldn't be that poor!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Gu Dongfeng's smile froze on his face. He should have just said ten million back then. One hundred million was too much.

He looked down at the counter on the screen; it was already over fifty, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached over sixty.

Qian Gu Dongfeng stood there, his face turning from red to white, then from white to green. It was all money, naked money!

One hundred slaps, ten billion Federation Credit.

Looking at Long Yeyue's swollen face on the screen, he suddenly realized he had been too happy too soon.

There are many people in this world who can slap Long Yeyue, but it seems that only Yin Hongye is truly shameless.

Or maybe we should just treat it as a repayment and default on it.

After thinking about it, he decided to forget it; this guy was a real tough nut to crack.

The ultimate deadbeat in the Douluo Continent, let's just indulge him!

They care about money, not their lives!

No, this person won't die!

Based on that kid's suicide technique, his blood can be found in at least half of the Douluo Continent.

Who knows if he can exist in multiple forms at the same time?

Just then, Yin Hongye's threat came as expected, "Spirit Transmission Douluo, transfer the money now! Otherwise, however much money is missing, I'll take it from you. Even a penny less, I'll slap you!"

Qian Gu Dongfeng feels insulted. Why am I only worth a penny?!

The difference is just too big!

"The Qian Gu Dongfeng, you're worthless! Hahaha..." Long Yeyue's face was swollen, but she couldn't help but laugh out loud when she heard this.

"What are you so happy about? If Shrek Academy weren't so poor, I wouldn't have to offer such a price!" Yin Hongye didn't care; offending both sides was fine.

Come and kill me if you dare!

Long Yeyue's smile froze instantly. Damn it, this person did it on purpose.

This is a humiliation for both myself and the Spirit Pagoda!

She thought to herself, her anger was extraordinary!

But the thought that he couldn't beat Yin Hongye made him even angrier!

If I had known, I shouldn't have mocked the Tang Sect for not being able to handle a Soul King!

With the payment received, Yin Hongye, Mu Hongchen, and the others bid farewell to the Passionate Douluo, saying, "I'm leaving now. Don't forget me! The Tang Sect gave me and Mu Hongchen a 50% discount each. We've already paid, so we'll be going now!"

The Passionate Douluo's face darkened upon hearing this! See, he's speaking human language!

What do you mean by 50% off plus 50% off? You guys just want to buy it for free!

So everyone's become this respectable now, huh!

Damn it, how could a human being come up with something like that! I racked my brains and still couldn't think of anything so tactless!

As they left the Tang Sect Headquarters, Qian Renxue asked the two, "You really don't care about that escaped thing?"