Ning Rongrong looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was kowtowing on the ground like a pestle, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
She straightened her slender waist and slightly raised her snow-white chin, like a peacock that had won a battle.
Finally, Yu Xiaogang finished kowtowing, feeling as if all his strength had been drained, and collapsed to the ground.
He struggled to get up, wanting to escape this hell.
"Wait a moment."
Ning Rongrong's clear voice rang out again.
"Master Yu, have you forgotten something?"
She reminded him with a smile.
"According to the rules, you also have to cut off your own arm to apologize to the world. What, trying to renege on your debt?"
Yu Xiaogang's body stiffened abruptly, and the last trace of color drained from his face.
He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with pleading.
"No...please...please, let me go...I was just confused for a moment..."
"It's no use."
Tang Qing finally spoke.
He didn't even glance at Yu Xiaogang, but simply waved his hand dismissively at one of the Blue Silver Guards beside him.
The guard immediately understood.
He strode forward, a flash of blue light in his hand, and a long sword formed from soul power appeared out of thin air.
"ah--!"
A piercing scream echoed throughout the hall.
A spurt of blood shot out, and an arm flew up, tracing a blood-red parabola in the air before finally falling to the ground not far away with a "thud".
Yu Xiaogang clutched his bleeding left shoulder, rolling on the ground in agony and letting out a beast-like howl.
Two waiters stepped forward expressionlessly, one of them quickly stuffing a strip of cloth into Yu Xiaogang's wound.
The other picked up a broom and dustpan and swept up the severed arm like garbage, then threw it into a black bag.
The entire process was so smooth and skillful that it sent chills down one's spine.
The farce has come to an end.
Yu Xiaogang struggled to get up from the ground. He glanced at the black bag, then at the indifferent young king on the throne, his eyes filled with endless resentment and fear.
He staggered and ran towards the gate of the main hall.
Without lingering, like a true stray dog.
As she ran, tears streamed down her face.
From this day forward, his title of "master" will become a laughing stock across the entire continent.
His theories will also become topics of conversation for people over tea.
He's finished.
It's completely over.
Xue Qinghe shook his head and took a small sip of wine.
This Yu Xiaogang is truly courting death.
Zhu Zhuqing's lips curled into a cold smile.
He doesn't even know his place, daring to spout nonsense and disrupt His Highness's banquet. He deserves it.
Her long, beautiful legs were gently crossed, a pose both elegant and deadly.
In the corner, Tang Hao's aura suddenly became violent.
Shame and anger mingled in his chest.
This Blue Silver King actually dared... actually dared to treat the master like this!
No matter what, the master is still the mistress's teacher!
You have to consider the owner before you beat a dog!
Tang Qing is slapping Tang Hao in the face!
After Yu Xiaogang left, the oppressive atmosphere in the main hall immediately eased, as if even the air had become much fresher.
Ning Rongrong walked briskly back to the side of the throne.
She picked up a glass of fine wine, leaned forward slightly, and brought it close to Tang Qing's face.
A sweet fragrance unique to young girls wafted into Tang Qing's nostrils.
"Your Highness, Rongrong would like to offer you a toast."
Her voice was charming and captivating, and her large, watery eyes were filled with undisguised adoration and love.
When toasting, she seemingly casually placed her long, beautiful leg, clad in crystal high heels, on Tang Qing's leg, her toes lightly brushing against his calf.
This bold and ambiguous move caused many people around to gasp in surprise.
The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School actually took the initiative to throw herself into his arms to this extent!
Xue Qinghe's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
This Ning Rongrong is more decisive and daring than I imagined.
She was very curious about how the young Blue Silver King would react to such a stunning beauty's overture.
However, Tang Qing seemed completely oblivious to the allure on her legs.
He didn't even look at Ning Rongrong's pretty face, which seemed to say, "Come and favor me."
His gaze swept over the crowd and slowly landed on Yu Yuanzhen, the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect.
"Sect Master Yu."
Tang Qing's voice rang out again, breaking the atmosphere that had just eased.
"Yu Xiaogang caused a scene at the banquet. Although he has been expelled from the sect and has received the punishment he deserved."
"But he is, after all, a member of your Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect. Shouldn't your sect give me an explanation for this?"
Yu Yuanzhen's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
He suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice.
"Your Highness Blue Silver King, Yu Xiaogang is no longer a disciple of my sect. His actions have nothing to do with my Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect!"
What else do you want? Isn't that a bit too aggressive?
"Aggressive?"
Tang Qing laughed, a hint of cold amusement in his voice.
"Sect Master Yu."
His voice suddenly turned deep, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall.
"Today, we'll make an example of someone!"
"The Haotian Sect, and those forces that did not attend!"
Tang Qing slowly rose from the throne, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across the entire hall.
"Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish!"
As Tang Qing finished speaking, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was stunned by the boundless domineering power contained in those words, and remained speechless for a long time.
This is no longer arrogance; this is a declaration of war against all forces on the entire continent!
After a brief silence, the suppressed chatter spread like a tide through the crowd.
"He's gone mad... This Blue Silver King has completely gone mad!"
"He's making an enemy of the whole world!"
"How arrogant! Who does he think he is? Does he really think he's a god?"
"Shh... Keep your voice down! Are you out of your mind? Didn't you see what happened to Yu Xiaogang?"
Amidst the whispers, everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to Yu Yuanzhen.
Everyone could see that Tang Qing, the Blue Silver King, was speaking to everyone, but in reality, his words were aimed directly at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect.
Now, all the pressure is on Yu Yuanzhen.
"Do you think Sect Master Yu will back down?"
Someone in the crowd asked in a low voice.
"How could that be! If we bow down, how can the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect be worthy of being among the top three sects?"
A person next to him immediately retorted.
"Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen is known for his volatile and fierce temper. He would rather die standing than live on his knees!"
"That's right, the glory of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex must not be tarnished!"
"It seems a fierce battle is about to begin! Ning Fengzhi's willingness to submit doesn't mean Yu Yuanzhen is willing!"
"I'm curious, between the Blue Silver King and the Blue Lightning Sect Master, who is superior!"
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