Chapter 821: Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen: A Common Man’s Anger


    What was originally just apetition had turned into a direct threat from a major sect toward the noble families of Longzhou, casting all eyes on Tang Luo, eager to see how the youngest Fierce Realm in history would respond.


    Many of the sect disciples were itching for a try, eager to witness Tang Luo kneeling down.


    The silence of Yulin Pavilion’s Lu Liangliang, Beast Taming Sect’s Cao Changqing, and Wuji Mansion’s Tong Senyu was like an endorsement of Duan Longshu’s stance, which left Xiao Ziyu and his party shaking with anger yet not daring to act rashly.


    “So, will you kneel and admit your wrongs, or plunge Longxi into the fires of war? The life and death of Longxi’s Tang n hangs on your decision—what is there to hesitate about?”


    After looking at his neatly-trimmed right fingernails, Duan Longshu casually said, “Make your decision quickly. The young master is short on time; I don’t have the leisure to wait for you to build up your courage.”


    Indeed, Tang Luo had talent, but what of it? Duan Longshu wanted to make him understand that the hierarchy and rules of this world couldn’t be transcended by merely one person’s talent!


    He had done this far too many times; it was just a young man in his early twenties, after all. Even if his talent was exceptional, when faced with the threat of ethnic extinction, what choice was there but to yield?


    “Evil King Pce, Duan Longshu, is that right?”


    “Correct.”


    “So what you mean is, if I don’t kneel, the Evil King Pce will dere war on the Longxi Alliance, right?”


    With a light chuckle and hands sped behind his back, Duan Longshu arrogantly responded, “Exactly. You’re a smart man; you should know how to choose. Kneel—”


    “Dere war!”


    “What did you say!?” Duan Longshu, who had been confident just moments ago, looked utterly petrified, hardly believing his own ears, and angrily said, “A mere n from a backwater town dares to dere war on the Evil King Pce—you think you’re qualified?”


    This turn of events hadn’t crossed Duan Longshu’s mind, his original intention being only to coerce Tang Luo into kneeling to severely undermine the spirit of this noble scion, making him realize how insignificant talent is before absolute power.


    But he had never anticipated that this fellow would be so presumptuous as to actually believe that a mere noble family could challenge a major sect.


    “It seems that after the fall of the Evil King, the world really believes the Evil King Pce has declined. Even the cats and dogs of the remote regions of Longzhou dare to cause trouble,” Duan Longshu said with an angry but mockingugh. “Fine then, fine! Once I return to the Evil King Pce, I will report this matter to the pce master, and see how your Longxi Alliance withstands the wrath of the grandmasters of the Evil King Pce!”


    “You won’t be going back.” Tang Luo said indifferently, looking at Duan Longshu. “Not just you, but all the disciples of the Evil Dragon Pce won’t be going back.”


    “This is Martial Saint Mountain; do you still dare to make a move here?” Duan Longshu crossed his arms over his chest and sneered, “I’ll just stand right here. Do you dare…”


    Before he could finish his words, Duan Longshu found himself unable to speak any further, only feeling a strong “Blood Spirit Curse” aura and that spherical soul, brighter than the zing sun itself.


    The incredibly tyrannical Power of Truth activated Bifang Mountain’s Mountain Protection Array, the ground trembling under the soul’s shockwaves, even the roof tiles of the Divine Fire Hall shattering and falling like rain.


    All the disciples of the Evil King Pce faced this extreme soul pressure, wanting to resist, but no matter how they spurred their Spiritual Power, they couldn’t break free from the soul’s pressure.


    Even the Arbitrators, sensing something was amiss and wanting to step forward to stop it, were held back by the starry expanse thrown out by the spherical soul, unable to cross.


    “How can there be such a powerful soul? Could it be…” Standing to the side, Lu Liangliang watched Tang Luo’s spherical soul rise behind him, incredulous, “The secret artbination you’ve constructed for the Phantom Spirit, does it really have a source?”


    Answering her second question, Tang Luo spoke indifferently to the sect disciples, “Just because you haven’t seen something, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Thisbination of five secret arts is called ‘All Beings Are Equal,’ but in the Tang n of Longxi, it has another name, ‘Commoner’s Fury.''”


    Turning his head to look at Duan Longshu, who was desperately resisting the pressure, Tang Luo said calmly, “You asked what qualifies the Tang n to challenge the Evil King Pce. This ‘Commoner’s Fury’ is my answer. I trust you can die content under this move, right?”


    Above everyone’s heads, in the Realm of the Water Moon, Tang Luo’s Phantom Spirit was killing one enemy after another, but the soul’s burst of starry pressure paled inparison to the spherical soul appearing before their eyes.


    The faces of every sect disciple were ashen, hating Duan Longshu for provoking such a madman. Without a word, he used the “Blood Spirit Curse,” clearly intending to take everyone down with him.


    And they also understood what had allowed the Tang n of Longxi to make such a big name in just a few years: if other family warriors werepared in their martial prowess, the Tang n wasparing who was willing to risk more, even those with exceptional talents and rare genius did not hesitate to gamble with their lives, one could imagine just what sort of bloodthirsty maniacs the Tang n of Longxi were.


    These sorts of attacks that burn Spiritual Power to strengthen the soul were the most ferocious, not even the grandmasters of all sects could im to dissolve it without harm. Normally, powerful fighters might only cultivate one such technique, to use as ast-resort life-or-death gamble, but who could imagine a family using this desperate method as a routine tactic?


    These madmen were simply terrifying, but unfortunately, the cmity was wrought by the Evil King Pce, and it had nothing to do with them. The disciples from various sects all discreetly began to retreat, while the disciples of Evil King Pce, locked down by the soul pressure, could only watch helplessly as fellow disciples from other sects moved further and further away.


    Finally, the powerful soul pressure outside the hall rmed several grandmasters inside; the doors of the Divine Fire Hall flew open, and there stood the Dao Bone-like Bu Chun and the white-haired Wei Hanyuan, who immediately saw the Arbitrators blocked by the ster forces and the spherical soul exuding endless pressure, now forming its own domain.


    The two exchanged nces, suppressing the shock in their hearts, and broke through the ster obstacle, appearing instantly inside the soul’s domain, only to see Tang Luo confronting the sect disciples. He clearly had used the “Blood Spirit Curse” sacrifice, with his Spiritual Power pouring massively into the spherical soul, and for each increment of Spiritual Power it endured, its prowess and the Power of Truth grew stronger. Looking to the side, they saw the group of the Evil King Pce disciples, already locked down by the soul pressure, utterly immobilized.


    When the two grandmasters appeared, the sect disciples saw them as their saviors; Duan Longshu, not hesitating to use a blood secret technique, shook off the soul pressure for a moment and pleaded for help, “Honorable grandmasters, please stop this madman! For a mere joke, he wants to ughter all disciples of the Evil King Pce outside the Divine Fire Hall. Please, you must…”


    Before he could finish, he was once more bound by the pressure, and Duan Longshu, having lost his blood essence, spilled blood from the corners of his mouth, looking pitifully wretched.