"How about this."
Salas said, taking out a bunch of bright red, exotic flowers from his Spirit Tool.
These red flowers were exceptionally alluring, and the calyx had no leaves.
Such a prominent and distinctive feature caused everyone who saw the flowers to involuntarily frown.
"I happen to have this bunch of Lycoris Radiata with me, so I'll offer it to Madam Yue."
As Salas spoke, he tossed the bunch of Lycoris Radiata in his hand in front of the coffin.
The Lycoris Radiata fell through the air, but was struck and knocked aside by an arrow that shot out from somewhere, landing on the ground nearby.
From the first row of viewing seats, Xue Qinghe moved his hand away from the sleeve arrow on his wrist and stood up, looking ahead and questioning, "Bishop Salas, isn't what you're doing a bit too much!"
The anger in his tone was not feigned; it came from Qian Renxue's heart.
Qian Xunji had been devoured by Bibi Dong, leaving no remains behind for burial, so only a cenotaph was erected.
The young Qian Renxue, who attended her father's funeral at the time, was deeply affected by this.
In her opinion, the deceased were gone, and the funeral ceremony should be a sacred and inviolable occasion.
No matter how many grievances there were in life, they should not be used to cause trouble at such a time, let alone do something so excessive.
This funeral had already stirred her emotions, reminding her of her father's funeral, and she felt deeply unsettled.
To Qian Renxue, Salas's actions were like a provocation, even though she knew Salas didn't know her true identity.
Therefore, when Salas dropped the bunch of Lycoris Radiata just now, Qian Renxue, who couldn't reveal her strength, used the Tang Sect's Hidden Weapon, the sleeve arrow, to shoot down the falling Lycoris Radiata.
Others didn't know the reasons behind this. To Xue Xing and Xue Beng, Xue Qinghe's actions were clearly an attempt to win over Tang San.
Thus, Xue Xing, who had intended to wait until the situation reached its climax before intervening, had no choice but to stand up early and say to Salas, "Bishop Salas, outside the cemetery, the Royal Knights are guarding. If you have this intention to offer flowers, this king will order a knight to immediately pick a bunch of chrysanthemums. Why bother offering these inauspicious Lycoris Radiata?"
Upon hearing this, Salas knew Xue Xing was threatening him.
However, he didn't want to fall out with Xue Xing and provoke a conflict between the Heaven Dou Imperial Family and Spirit Hall, which was why he spoke in this manner.
He had already lost face and acted this way to display his authority.
Furthermore, it was not yet time to fall out with the Heaven Dou Imperial Family. Since Xue Xing had offered him a way out, Salas was happy to take it.
However, just as Salas was about to respond, Tang San's cold voice rang out: "There are laws for the country and rules for the family. Since Bishop Salas has made a mistake, should we just gloss over it so lightly, putting the dignity of Heaven Dou in jeopardy?"
"Prince Xue Xing, His Majesty also made an appearance at my aunt's funeral. Don't you think this undermines the majesty of the royal family?"
These words caused everyone present to change their expressions.
In the second row of seats, there were only three hereditary Dukes.
The Martial Souls of the Bai Clan and Shi Clan were both defensive types. The saying "traveling companions are rivals" also applied here; Duke Bai and Duke Shi couldn't stand each other.
Therefore, Duke Bai, who was the eldest, should have sat in the middle. But because they couldn't stand each other, Lin Rong was placed in the middle to separate them.
Upon hearing Tang San's words, the two of them turned to look at each other simultaneously, then turned away with disdain.
Between them, Lin Rong watched the scene with great interest, thinking:
"It seems Tang San has only learned some basic etiquette from Tang Yuehua and none of the social graces."
"Perhaps Tang Yuehua intended to teach him when he was older, but she no longer has the fortune to do so."
The first row of seats was occupied by only the four members of the royal family, the Ning father and daughter, and Sword Douluo, who was personally protecting Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi sighed softly. Concerned about the cooperation between their sect and the Tang Sect regarding Hidden Weapons, he had no choice but to stand up to smooth things over.
"Bishop Salas, please calm yourself. Tang San is just a child under eleven years old. What he says is just the ramblings of a child; there's no need to take it to heart."
While saying this, Ning Fengzhi secretly used soul power to transmit his voice to Tang San, urging him to temporarily show weakness, as there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
However, this telepathic message from Ning Fengzhi was like playing the lute to a cow for Tang San, who had already returned to his true nature.
"Bishop Salas." With some unknown reliance, Tang San's confidence soared, and he stubbornly said, "I wonder if you dare to make a bet with me."
"If you lose, I want you to kneel and kowtow three times. Do you dare to bet!"
Such arrogant words not only stunned Salas but also everyone present, except for Lin Rong, couldn't believe what they were hearing.
Even Ning Fengzhi inwardly cried out that Tang San was beyond saving and decided to return to his seat and not get involved.
"Ah~ Hahaha!"
Salas, having recovered from his shock, laughed in extreme anger. The pressure of a Soul Douluo was released from him, pinning Tang San to the ground, causing him to spit blood.
"Bet? And you want this bishop to kneel and kowtow three times?"
"Hmph! What do you think you are, not even weighing your own capabilities? You think you're worthy to make a bet with this bishop!"
Salas's released pressure was perfectly judged; it only made Tang San spit blood, not take his life.
After all, he didn't want to accidentally kill Tang San and then live in constant fear of Tang Hao's revenge.
He was a ruthless individual who even dared to attack the Pope. Although Salas was a Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall, if Tang Hao couldn't deal with Spirit Hall, could he not deal with Salas?
"Damn it!"
On the ground, Tang San struggled to lift his head, killing intent filling his eyes. He thought to himself:
"Bullying the weak, no sense of honor. Salas, you've sealed your own doom!"
In the second row of seats.
Lin Rong saw that Tang San was about to lose his reason to rage and knew the time had come.
Invisible mental power was released from Lin Rong's mind. When Tang San's anger reached its peak, the mental power transformed into sharp thorns that painfully pierced Tang San's sea of consciousness.
The stinging sensation in his sea of consciousness instantly suppressed Tang San's rage with his reason. He instinctively counterattacked, channeling Soul Power into the Dragon Whisker Needles hidden in his fingernails and firing them at Salas.
Ten streams of light shot from his ten fingers, drawing faint golden trajectories through the air.
"Hm?" Salas saw this. Having already heard of the Tang Sect's Hidden Weapons, he immediately released a Soul Power shield.
Ding~ ding~ ding...
The golden streams of light collided with the Soul Power shield, emitting ten faint sounds before finally falling to the ground.
"Heh heh~ I thought it was something serious. This is it?"
Salas picked up a golden particle from the ground and examined it. As he injected Soul Power into it, the golden particle instantly transformed into a thin golden thread.
Seeing this, Salas curiously touched the golden thread with his fingertip. The sharp and pointed Dragon Whisker Needle pierced his finger.
"What a sharp thing."
Salas marveled inwardly. After retracting his Soul Power, he noticed the golden thread had turned back into a golden particle. Being knowledgeable, he immediately imagined the effect these things would cause if they entered a person's body.
"What a vicious Hidden Weapon! What a ruthless brat!"
For a fleeting moment, the enraged Salas wanted to kill Tang San, but ultimately, he was still wary of the Tang Hao, whose current status was unknown, and managed to suppress his killing intent.
In the first row of seats.
Among the four members of the royal family, Xue Xing and Xue Qinghe's expressions instantly became very interesting upon seeing the Dragon Whisker Needles.
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