695 Chapter: The Entire Hao Tian Sect Surrenders, Searching for Bai Chenxiang!_1

"Yes, he slaughtered a deity,"

Tang Chen sighed wistfully, his mind replaying the scene of Luo Yu sternly vanquishing the Rakshasa God once more.

His heart couldn't help but palpitate.

The Divine Realm, a realm he yearned for in his dreams, and yet that young man killed on a whim, not giving any face at all.

In the room, the seven elders and siblings Tang Xiao and Bai Chenxiang, seeing the desolation and admiration in their ancestor's eyes, were shocked beyond belief.

To them, becoming an Ultimate Douluo was already a realm they could not hope to achieve in their lifetime.

The Divine Realm was simply unimaginable.

Let alone the realm of slaying deities.

The Sect Master seemed to be in a trance, murmuring to himself like he was possessed.

"A youth, no matter how against the odds his fortune may be, to reach Soul Douluo is already a once-in-ten-thousand-years talent, I am afraid he cannot possess the power to slay gods."

"Hmph!"

Tang Chen let out a cold huff, his tiger-like eyes glaring over.

"Dare you question the authenticity of my words?"

"No, not at all," the Sect Master felt the fierce qi coming from across the room and trembled.

The oppressive feeling Tang Chen gave him was already at its peak, it was truly hard to imagine a youth frightening the ancestor to such an extent.

At that moment Tang Xiao put on a mourning expression and said with a wry smile, "Ancestor, don't blame us for doubting."

"What you said is just too bizarre."

Tang Chen looked around and found everyone nodding in agreement with Tang Xiao's words.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly, 'Bizarre?'

Not to mention you all, even I don't know why that boy is so monstrous.

But is the specific reason important?

What's important is that he truly is awesome, he killed the god right in front of me.

To this day, Tang Chen cannot forget the scene of Luo Yu in his Seven-colored Dragon King Armor with all seven Soul Rings united, cleaving the Rakshasa God with a single strike.

A chill involuntarily crept up his back.

"Boom!"

He promptly summoned the Hao Tian Hammer, adorned with dark red patterns, and with a thud, it smashed into the ground.

It shattered the stone tiles, leaving a deep pit in its wake.

The already dilapidated hall creaked ominously, as if it was on the verge of collapse.

Terrible fluctuations rippled from Tang Chen, intimidating the elders.

However, he deftly avoided Bai Chenxiang.

He did not let Bai Chenxiang feel the slightest bit of pressure.

This wasn't just a granddaughter, this was a dear little mistress.

Tang Chen swept over everyone with a frosty gaze, and said earnestly:

"Don't blame me for not telling you in advance."

"I am going to lead the Hao Tian Clan to pledge allegiance to Bai Chenxiang's man, Lord Luo Yu, and no one better drag their feet behind me."

"Pledge allegiance?" Tang Xiao almost bit his tongue.

So the Sect Master had no prestige at all? You just decide to pledge allegiance, and do you even consider the Sect Master?

"What, you have a problem with that?" Tang Chen looked over.

Tang Xiao, seeing his grandfather's icy and reddened gaze, swallowed all his dissatisfaction back down.

He shrank his neck.

"No, no problem," he replied.

"Heh," Tang Chen scoffed.

"Don't think that pledging allegiance is something shameful, let me tell you, this is a great fortune."

"Being able to pledge allegiance to Little Yuehua's man is a blessing you could all beg for and never obtain."

The crowd stood with their mouths agape, witnessing for the first time their ancestor's boot-licking side.

The proud ancestor of a lifetime, willing to willingly become someone else's lackey?

Just how terrifying must that guy be?

If they hadn't actually seen the Nine Soul Rings of the Hao Tian Clan and felt that immense aura, they might have doubted whether this was really their ancestor.

The third elder and seventh elder, kneeling on the ground, ignored the tearing pain in their flesh, their eyes blank.

It felt as though myriad horses were trampling through their hearts.

They had disdained Bai Chenxiang for picking up a wild lad, and now that so-called wild lad had instantly become a big boss?

Even the ancestor was hurrying to fawn over him?

The seventh elder wanted to cry.

"Fuck, my mentality is collapsing."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Tang Chen picked up the Hao Tian Hammer, striking the ground heavily.

Thunderous noises resounded.

The hall was constantly shaking.

"I will make it clear, within three days, everyone should handle the affairs of the sect and relocate with me."

"To pledge allegiance to Lord Luo Yu."

"When the time comes, no one should drop the ball. The person we're dealing with is someone even our forefather would try to cozy up to. If you show any negligence, don't say I didn't warn you—family or no family, justice will be served."

"This..."

Tang Xiao originally wanted to ask if the move might be too hasty, but he wisely shut his mouth.

Even a fool could see how determined the elder forebear was right now.

The first elder clasped his hands together.

"Ancestor, in that case, we shall take our leave to prepare."

Just as everyone was about to leave, Tang Chen narrowed his eyes.

"Wait, who said you could go?"

Everyone instantly stopped in their tracks, not daring to move.

"The matter of pledging allegiance has been settled. Now it's time to deal with family matters." Tang Chen moved his feet to stand beside Tang Yuehua.

"Yuehua, tell me, have you been wronged? Your forebear will right this for you."

Tang Yuehua pursed her lips, still immersed in the words Tang Chen had just said.

Her beautiful eyes lit up with exceptional radiance.

Her own man had become this powerful.

But more than being shocked, she was touched. Her man really meant what he pledged.

She felt that Luo Yu must have risked everything to save her grandfather just to make her happy.

At this thought, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

What if something had happened to her man?

She didn't voice her grievances but instead immediately asked:

"Grandfather, was Brother Yu in great danger while rescuing you?"

"Was he hurt?"

"How is he now?"

Tang Yuehua clutched her chest. Although she knew her grandfather was about to bring them to pledge allegiance and her man should be safe, she was still very worried.

"Hahaha, a girl is indeed a carefree being; you've already started to worry about him."

Tang Chen shed his stern demeanor, treating Tang Yuehua with all the gentleness in the world.

"Yuehua, don't worry, he's just fine."

"But thinking back, when he bravely confronted the Rakshasa God, he did sustain some injuries. If not for..."

"Where is he injured?" Tang Yuehua's brows furrowed deeply, digging her nails into her palms, feeling a surge of self-reproach and guilt.

Tang Chen shook his head.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious."

"Don't trouble yourself with too much; you can ask him yourself when you see him."

He then turned to the others and instructed, "What I've discussed with you today stays within this room. You are not to divulge any of it to anyone."

The crowd answered in unison, "We will strictly abide by the ancestor's order!"

Tang Chen pointed his finger at the third and seventh elders, who were kneeling on the ground.

"While I was away, it was these two fools who bullied you, right?"

"Speak, how would you like to deal with them? Your forebear will follow your wishes."

A cold gleam crossed Tang Yuehua's beautiful eyes.

Looking at the miserable state of the two, she felt no excess of sympathy.

"I will not trouble them."

"As long as they apologize to Brother Yu in person."

"And repeat everything they said."

"Hiss—"

The people in the room immediately gasped in astonishment.

That was even worse than making things difficult for them.

The hearts of the third and seventh elders raced, knowing they might not live to see the day, repeatedly knocking their heads on the ground to apologize.

"Yuehua, we were wrong!"

"We truly regret our actions and seek to repent."

Tang Yuehua remained unmoved. They might have gotten away with slandering her, but she couldn't tolerate them insulting her man.

"Slap, slap, slap!"

In a bid to save their own lives, the third and seventh elders began to slap themselves, begging for forgiveness.

Meanwhile, at the Rose Hotel.

The storm of bloodshed had ceased.

Luo Yu experienced what it meant to feel as cold as jelly.

With a large cup of yogurt clamped between his legs, topped with a red slippery lid...