The severed arm fell to the floor, blood pouring from it.
Zhao Wuji's face was as white as paper. Only after doing all this did he dare raise his head.
"Are you satisfied, Your Eminence?"
Tang Hao stood like an iron tower, his masked face giving no hint of his attitude.
His deep eyes turned toward Flender and the others nearby. His meaning needed no explanation.
Now, Tang Hao had placed all his hopes in his son and daughter. He would not allow anyone to harm them in the slightest.
All that could be said was that Flender, who lived by the creed that anyone afraid to stir up trouble was mediocre, had finally provoked someone they could not afford to offend.
Walk along the river often enough, and how could your shoes stay dry? This was the reckoning they deserved!
Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically, and he spoke in a trembling voice.
"Your Eminence, the one who did the deed should bear the consequences. This has nothing to do with them. Please show mercy."
Flender's face had darkened to the extreme as well. He snapped, "Your Eminence, it was merely a verbal dispute. Is that really worth destroying the futures of three Soul Masters?"
"If you're displeased, I can certainly have my disciple apologize to your children."
A Soul Master's physical impairment would disrupt the circulation of Soul Power through their body, leaving their cultivation unable to advance for the rest of their life.
This was a devastating punishment for any Soul Master. Zhao Wuji had already paid the price, so the other party ought to stop.
Why did he have to keep pressing them and drag Flender and Li Yusong into it too? This was simply going too far!
Hearing Flender's words, the onlookers, who stood nearby without daring to move, twitched their lips and sneered inwardly. They had witnessed everything that had just happened.
He had clearly been the one to provoke the other party, yet now he was posing as the victim. That switch from arrogance to deference was truly laughable.
What an exalted existence a Titled Douluo was! Even the ruler of a nation had to show one due deference.
Insulting his children to his face was no different from digging up the ground over the head of the Grand Duke of Jupiter.
"What a joke. If the person you bullied today hadn't been me, but some other innocent person, would you still have this attitude?"
Tang San Niang walked over with her arm linked through her brother's, her lovely face covered in frost.
[Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, General Principles, Article Three: Once you have confirmed that your opponent is an enemy, show no mercy if they have given you cause to kill them. Otherwise, you will only bring trouble upon yourself.]
In Tang San Niang's eyes, every one of these people had given her cause to kill them.
After all, their family of three had provoked no one, yet these people had come bullying them anyway. It was utterly outrageous!
And that sleazy, damned fatty's gaze had scraped over her body like a tongue coated in slime and a foul stench, filling Tang San Niang with disgust!
"Little San Niang, remember this: when you're out in the world, the greatest danger often isn't a Soul Beast with fangs and claws, but certain Soul Masters harboring ulterior motives."
Tang Yin's gaze swept across Flender and the others' faces as he spoke meaningfully.
As the saying went, warriors used their martial prowess to flout the law. He was no soft persimmon for anyone to squeeze.
The inherently evil Shrek Academy had walked straight into his hands today, so they could hardly blame Tang Yin for showing no courtesy.
Shut the doors and unleash Tang Hao!
After all these years of keeping the old geezer fed, it was time to put him to work.
His old geezer was only fifty, after all-right in his fighting prime.
Hearing his son's wise words, Tang Hao felt deeply gratified, and his gaze toward Flender and the others grew even more hostile.
Vast Soul Power bore down like a tsunami, forcibly choking off the words in Flender and the others' throats.
The gulf between a Titled Douluo and a Soul Saint was qualitative. They could not even muster the thought of resisting.
Tang Yin snorted coldly. "I'll give you one last moment to consider. Either do as you're told, or die!"
"Ten..."
Flender's expression changed. With only ten minutes, he had to find a way to secure this mysterious Titled Douluo's forgiveness.
Being unable to advance his cultivation for the rest of his life was far too great a price. He could not accept it.
"Nine!"
What the hell? He's fucking counting down!
Blood surged through Flender, and he nearly spat out a mouthful. This was outrageous bullying! Did being a Titled Douluo mean he could do whatever he pleased?!
Tang Yin remained expressionless and continued counting down. "Eight! Seven..."
Each number sounded like a death warrant, leaving Flender and Li Yusong trembling with fear and drenched in cold sweat.
Li Yusong finally buckled under the pressure. He was old anyway, with little left to aspire to.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled two broadswords from his Soul Tool and roared, "Dean! As long as the green hills remain, we'll never lack firewood. Let's do it!"
Slash! A severed arm dropped with the sound.
Seeing his old friend's decisiveness, Flender heaved a long sigh and hesitated no longer.
Flender clenched his teeth hard, closed his eyes, and swung the blade. Cold light flashed, and his severed arm fell to the floor.
"Six..." Tang Yin counted softly, his gaze calm.
"We've already done as you said. Why are you still counting?"
Flender's voice was as shrill as a night owl's as he roared, trembling all over.
"Five, four..." Tang Yin's eyes remained as calm as still water. He had no intention of explaining.
Zhao Wuji said urgently from the side, "You haven't slapped yourselves yet!"
"I'd rather you killed me outright than humiliate me like this!" Flender roared again and again.
Smack!
A heavy slap struck Flender across the face and knocked him to the ground.
At some point, Li Yusong had already finished his ten slaps. One side of his face was now swollen high.
He swung himself astride Flender and sent his hand whistling down. "Dean! As long as the green hills remain, we'll never lack firewood. Just bear with it!"
After all, they had already lost their arms. What use was there in agonizing over this now?
At least this gave Flender a way to save face. He could only close his eyes and endure it in silence.
Smack, smack, smack!
The crisp sound of slaps rang throughout the hotel.
Looking at Flender's grotesquely swollen face, Tang Yin finally stopped counting.
Flender and the others lowered their heads without a word, as though a lion lurked in their eyes.
"Pay the bill and get lost! Don't ever show yourselves in front of me again."
Tang Yin spoke indifferently. Just then, Little San Niang released his arm and walked over to the unconscious Ma Hongjun.
"My disciple is merely affected by his Martial Soul and struggles to restrain his evil fire. Please be understanding," Flender said hoarsely, his head lowered.
Hearing this, Li Yusong's face twitched, and he unconsciously clenched his fist.
"His face looks pale and puffy. He's clearly been indulging in excessive lust. Is this how you teach your disciples?"
"Since he can't control himself, why not cut off the root of his troubles to keep more women from being harmed?"
Tang San Niang's expression was cold. She raised her delicate hand, and a streak of icy light suddenly shot forth.
The unconscious Ma Hongjun suddenly felt pain in his groin. His entire body jerked upward, and he let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"Aaaaaah!!!!!"
His crotch turned crimson, and anguished wails mingled with his screams.
Heart aching, Flender gathered Ma Hongjun into his arms, his face filled with concern. Nothing could happen to this monstrous disciple in whom he had placed such high hopes!
"Don't worry. A single Sleeve Arrow can't sever his manhood."
Tang San Niang smiled faintly. "A man can live with just one ball."
At those words, every man present suddenly tightened below the waist, and a chill surged through their hearts.
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