Cannot kneel!
Tang San, you are a man of two lives!
You have your dignity!
You are the Son of Destiny, you cannot kneel! Clear Sky Hammer, Eight Spider Lances, come out to me, aaah! With a thud, Tang San heavily collapsed onto his knees.
His eyes were bloodshot, and veins bulged in his gaze, but he was completely unable to move. His back curved down, and his legs, along with the eight spider legs behind him, all sank deep into the floor.
Just now, when Ye Xuan released his pressure, the others were entirely powerless to resist.
Only Tang San foolishly attempted to fight back.
Ye Xuan frowned slightly and cranked up the intensity a bit just for this fellow.
Thus, among the Shrek Seven Devils, Tang San was kneeling in the most standard posture of all, his head even slammed against the ground under the crushing weight.
His sole remaining stubbornness was manifested in his backside.
His rear end was stuck high up in the air, declaring its owner's defiance.
At a glance, Ye Xuan found it quite an eyesore, yet utterly bizarre and amusing, so he simply let that one part of him remain proud.
At this moment.
Tang San was filled with boundless fury. He could voice his anger, he could hurl curses!
After all, he was the backbone of Tang Jia San Shao!
Why didn't he speak up to resist? Tang San's body trembled ceaselessly.
Oh, as it turned out, he was terrified, because the person standing before him possessed strength that far exceeded his imagination and could obliterate him effortlessly.
Killing him would be as simple as slaughtering a chicken.
Especially the faint murderous intent that the opponent had cast over him.
Clearly so casual, merely a negligible trace, yet it gave him the sensation of a sea of corpses and a mountain of blood. It felt as if the figure before him was not a human, but a mountain of corpses, a sea of blood, a throne of bones!
Fear conquered the humiliation in his heart.
Tang San consoled himself.
Even an ant clings stubbornly to life, let alone a human?
Besides, as an assassin, he was accustomed to using any means necessary. For the sake of self-preservation, enduring a little temporary humiliation was nothing to be ashamed of.
Deep within him, resentment still lurked.
"A gentleman takes his revenge, and ten years is not too long to wait!"
Tang San considered himself a gentleman, whereas Ye Xuan considered himself a villain.
He had a personal motto.
A villain takes his revenge from morning till night! He repays every slight!
Ye Xuan walked forward slowly, his steps remaining steady, unhurried, producing crisp sounds.
Yet, to the ears of the Shrek Seven Devils, they sounded like a death warrant.
He stopped in front of Ning Rongrong.
Using the tip of his shoe, he gently lifted the defiant face of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's little princess.
Looking at the resentment, panic, humiliation, terror, and fear in Ning Rongrong's eyes, Ye Xuan could not help but smile.
Ha, what a rich array of emotions she had indeed.
Ning Rongrong lifted her little face and said in a strained voice, "You are actually a Title Douluo!"
"Just now, why didn't you say so?"
A wave of intense remorse flashed through Ning Rongrong's heart.
She frequently interacted with Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo; the aura emanating from Ye Xuan was unfathomably deep and completely incomparable to the Soul Douluos of the clan—at the very least, he was at the realm of a Title Douluo! This had to be a complete lie, right? Only twenty years old... a Title Douluo...
How could these two pieces of information possibly be connected?!
Yet, the reality lay right before Ning Rongrong's eyes, leaving her no room for disbelief! A Title Douluo had an engagement with her, and she had actually rejected him?
Moreover, Ye Xuan was exceptionally handsome to boot!
Ning Rongrong was filled with crushing regret! "Pfft~ Ning Rongrong, I find you much more pleasing to the eye now. When you were standing up earlier, you looked so utterly untamed, yet now on your knees you look so submissive and docile—aren't you quite well-behaved?"
Ning Rongrong's face was brimming with humiliation.
Ever since she was born, she had grown up surrounded by doting affection.
From childhood to this day, she had never even been spoken to in a harsh tone, let alone subjected to such contempt and humiliation! "Ye Xuan! Even if you are a Title Douluo, don't think you can do whatever you please. Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa dote on me the most!"
"They are veteran Title Douluos! A mere Title Douluo is nothing before my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan!" Ye Xuan used the tip of his shoe to prop up her chin.
She averted her gaze, her words filled with stubborn defiance.
Ye Xuan chuckled lightly, unbothered.
"Is that so? Then I really am terrified..."
With a gentle kick, he pushed Ning Rongrong's head aside.
His gaze swept around in a circle. Dai Mubai, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, was now kneeling obediently on the ground; the mighty White Tiger was now nothing more than a sick cat.
Oscar lowered his head deeply, unable to face the humiliated Ning Rongrong. His fists were clenched tightly, his chest filled with indignation yet entirely powerless to help.
Ma Hongjun trembled all over, hoping only that Ye Xuan's gaze would not linger on him. The folds of fat covering his body shook uncontrollably; he certainly did not want to die right now! Because Tang San had received special treatment from Ye Xuan, his entire body was sprawled out on the ground like a maggot, his head and limbs deeply embedded in the dirt, leaving only his rear end stuck high in the air. One really had to wonder what expression the fellow was wearing right now.
As for Zhu Zhuqing, she fared somewhat better; she maintained her silence throughout, nor did she stand righteously on Ning Rongrong's side. She simply tried her best to minimize her presence, which was why Ye Xuan did not use too much force on her—she merely knelt upon the ground.
Oh? Ye Xuan let out a soft sound of surprise.
He discovered that even after his gaze landed upon her, Zhu Zhuqing actually dared to meet his eyes, her gaze filled with unyielding stubbornness...
Well, well, this little cat was quite the stubborn one.
A bit interesting.
Of course, the most interesting of all was Xiao Wu.
She trembled incessantly, cold sweat breaking out uncontrollably on her forehead, her legs squeezed tightly together as if she were on the verge of pissing herself from fright...
[We're done for, we're done for]
[I am definitely going to die here today. He's actually a Title Douluo... Rongrong, you've dragged me down so badly! If I had stood by his side just now, might he have spared me?]
Xiao Wu could not help but smile bitterly inside.
"How laughable. Is there really anyone in this world who could resist the temptation of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast? Especially one like me who has undergone human transformation and has weak strength..."
Despair filled her heart.
She had reached the absolute depths of despair.
Watching Tang San, who had been crushed into kneeling to the point where even his head was bleeding against the floor, a trace of tenderness flashed in Xiao Wu's eyes.
[And Third Brother, I'm afraid I won't be able to return alive, but Third Brother is innocent. I cannot drag him into this; I must find a way to sever all ties with Third Brother.]
Xiao Wu's face was deathly pale.
What would happen later if Ye Xuan made a move against her, and Tang San tried to protect her to the death, only to be slapped to death by a furious Ye Xuan? Just thinking about this scenario filled her with immense guilt and unspeakable terror! Things had come to this.
She was already trapped in a desperate situation, and she must not implicate Tang San any further!
Xiao Wu smiled desolately and raised her head.
As expected, she saw Ye Xuan watching her with keen interest. His gaze was playful, much like a cat toying with a mouse, and seemed to carry a hint of curiosity.
What was he curious about? Was he curious why she, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast, had chosen to undergo human transformation and flaunt herself in the mortal world?
Or was she the one curious about how her companions would view her once they learned the truth of her identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast?
However, the second possibility was very low.
Because Xiao Wu knew that Ye Xuan would never let anyone else know the news of her identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast; he would undoubtedly choose to keep her all to himself!
A Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast—even if acquired by a Title Douluo, as long as the news spread, it would still stir up a bloody storm...
Xiao Wu suddenly smiled.
A tragically beautiful smile.
"Third Brother, the greed hidden within this Title Douluo's heart is my only bargaining chip. I know he absolutely will not want anyone else to know my identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast..."
"I will protect you well, Third Brother."
Xiao Wu looked at Tang San with a deep, affectionate gaze... Uh... at that backside stuck high in the air?
Pardon me.
In this kind of atmosphere, Ye Xuan inexplicably felt an urge to laugh.
He had undergone professional training and generally would not break character during a scene, unless he truly could not hold it in.
"Pfft—hahaha—"
In the end, Ye Xuan burst out laughing.
Tang San's backside twitched. For some reason, amidst this laughter, he seemed to sense a profound sense of malice...