"Get lost."
Tang Shuo spoke softly, yet his voice rang clearly in everyone's ears.
Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish Douluo felt as though they had been granted a pardon, their bodies jolting.
They did not dare hesitate in the slightest. Turning around, they tried to flee this nightmare that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Tang Shuo's voice sounded once more.
Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish Douluo instantly froze.
A chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to the crowns of their heads.
They stiffly turned back around, forcing smiles uglier than tears onto their faces.
"Y-Your Excellency..."
Even Snake Lance Douluo's voice was trembling.
"Take a message to Bibi Dong."
Tang Shuo looked at them, his golden eyes devoid of emotion.
"Wash your neck and wait for me in Spirit City."
"I'll come and collect it myself."
Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish Douluo went pale, nodding frantically.
"Now, get lost."
Tang Shuo waved his hand.
The several hundred Spirit Hall Soul Masters scrambled to their feet and, following the two Titled Douluo, fled the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in utter disarray.
They had arrived with overwhelming force, yet departed like homeless dogs.
Only after the last dark figure vanished into the forest—
did Ning Fengzhi slowly let out a long breath.
He looked at Tang Shuo's back, his gaze impossibly complicated.
Shock, gratitude, and... awe.
He straightened his robes and bowed deeply to Tang Shuo.
"Ning Fengzhi, on behalf of the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, thanks Your Excellency for saving our sect!"
Behind him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong also set aside their usual pride and bowed to Tang Shuo.
They knew perfectly well—
if this man had not appeared tonight,