Chapter 99: Abusing Three Without Explanation

All the hidden weapons were blocked one by one.

Yang Yun's aura as a Titled Douluo instantly overwhelmed everyone present, forcing them to drop to their knees with hands braced on the ground.

Everyone's bones crackled.

Gazes gathered on Tang San's back Eight Spider Spears, a flicker of sharp light flashing in their depths; the bloodthirst of the Eight Spider Spears could perfectly amplify the distracting thoughts within the immortal-grade herbs Tang San had absorbed.

Leave it for now, and harvest it later after Pie San has been fed and raised to a higher level.

Even divine power itself could be handled now; even if a Divine Official stood before Yang Yun, they would not be an invincible foe.

However, this Pie San has guts, daring to sneak attack me.

Flame Spear Chongli unhesitatingly swept across Tang San's back Eight Spider Spears, and not with the spear tip's blade but with the spear tip's face, directly smashing the Eight Spider Spears.

Intense pain stimulated Tang San's nerves, making him cry out in agony, caught off guard.

His head instantly became covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Ah!" Tang San roared in pain toward the ground; his veins bulged like old tree roots coiled around his body.

Flandre saw it but dared not say another word; before absolute strength, any extra talk is empty pretension.

Even using status to suppress others is impossible.

The sect of the Star Luo Empire was on very intimate terms with the Heaven Dou Empire's Crown Prince Xue Qinghe; their relationship was so good they could warmly embrace.

Compared to the lofty Crown Prince, he would hardly offend Yang Yun, a Super Douluo, over a country team like the Shrek squad.

Moreover, behind this person stands a newly risen sect that is no inferior to any of the Upper Three Sects.

At this moment, the most important thing is to endure.

Flandre was fortunate that Yu Xiaogang had fainted unconscious; otherwise, who knows how angry he would have become.

With a wave of his hand, he retracted the Eight Spider Spears.

These fragments of the Eight Spider Spears contain potent poison, which should be valuable research material for Dugu Bo and Yang Wu Di.

Don't waste what can be used.

Too bad the Star Luo Spirit Pearl and Gazing Autumn Water Dew cannot be extracted from Tang San's mouth.

Thus, the Asura God of the divine realm likely sensed the changes in this plane and is intervening through various means.

The King of Slaughter's departure from Shalu Zhidu was one incident; this time, the two immortal herbs within Tang San's body are another matter.

Ah, no—there's also a familiar scent; damn it, the Ink Jade Divine Bamboo has been eaten.

Where did all these immortal herbs come from?

Yang Yun again probed the immortal herbs in the space with his mental power, only to be astonished by the Asura God's shamelessness and strangeness.

It actually enables the Blue Silver King and those Blue Silver Grasses, using cultivation and life force, to produce immortal-grade herbs.

Damn! It's truly disgusting; if not for my cheat being strong enough, I might really capsize in a gutter.

Had my Fallen Heart Flame not yet gained a soul ring, I might still have feared the gods; now, no matter how strange, I would still face it head-on.

Gods are merely stronger beings.

With just one foot on Tang San's face, Yang Yun dismantled all his hidden weapons one by one; those that couldn't be taken apart were violently melted into a pool of iron liquid smeared onto Pie San's skin.

But this time, Tang San held back a sound; his whole body merely turned flushed.

Yang Yun sneered contemptuously: "This is just the beginning—your uncle Tang Xiao brought people to cause trouble at my Breaking Heaven Sect; a random elder of mine cut him down, and the Clear Sky Sect's inherited soul bones are still on my Breaking Heaven Sect elder."

"Right now I'm just collecting interest; later you'll have it worse—don't let yourself become unable to bear it and commit suicide, or I'll be quite bored."

Saying this, Yang Yun's foot firmly stamped his sole's pattern onto Tang San's face. He glanced around boredly, seeing no sign of any other soul masters appearing; he shook his head with a few 'tsk' sounds.

"What a pity—I thought Tang Hao would jump out to spare you this humiliation; but the legendary Heaven Dou Douluo turned out to be a shrinking turtle, a coward who dares not face me head-on—truly garbage."

"By the way, your great-grandfather Tang Chen, who was called invincible on earth, vomited blood after just two shots in my hands and was defeated by me—you say it's laughable or not, yet you still dare to claim earthly invincibility?"

"Tch!"

Seeing no soul power fluctuations around, it seems Tang Hao really isn't here; I've been working hard to learn from past lifetimes' melodramatic face-slapping mockery, but the effect doesn't seem great.

Or perhaps, Tang Hao truly isn't nearby.

If even his most important son isn't being guarded, where could he show up? Surely he didn't return to the Clear Sky Sect.

Sharp Feather Hall certainly couldn't have no news at all.

Yang Yun looked around; everyone present dared not take a breath, being firmly suppressed by his aura.

He couldn't help finding it a bit funny—what kind of twisted mentality drives those who write pretentious face-slapping only to be slapped back?

With absolute suppressive power, how could there be leisure and patience to listen to all that trash talking in front of him?

Just one wave of his pressure could make even Flandre, a Soul Saint, lower his head, unable to manifest his martial soul.

Not to mention Dai Mubai and those little punks.

Without his permission, breathing couldn't make large motions—only small sips of oxygen.

Ning Rongrong cautiously asked: "Sect Master Yang, are you selling the immortal-grade herbs?"

Yang Yun glared angrily at Ning Rongrong and said: "You little brat, if you can afford it, come ask the price; otherwise have your father come talk to me."

After speaking, he smeared the shoe-print pattern on Tang San's face until it became a solid red patch.

Lifting his foot, Yang Yun bluntly said: "Dirty, wipe it clean."

Xiao Wu voluntarily took out a handkerchief to wipe Yang Yun's shoe sole clean, completely missing Tang San's shocked, wide-open eyes below.

"Xiao Wu, what kind of torment have you endured to end up like this?"

Yang Yun unhesitatingly kicked Pie San right between the legs.

Deadly strike to the groin!

"Got nothing to say, why are you babbling nonsense? I've been feeding her well at my Breaking Heaven Sect, she's gotten plump, and you claim I'm abusing her? You're just trying to smear my sect."

Yang Yun took the opportunity to add another kick.

Pie San clutched his crotch with both hands, his whole body bending in pain like a boiled shrimp.

Originally his reddish-warm body became even redder.

Yang Yun spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto Tang San's face; even as Tang San, in pain, screamed with his mouth wide open, he still sucked a little in.

Fortunately Yang Yun didn't see such a disgusting scene.

"Xiao Wu, let's go; you did well today, tonight when we go back I'll reward you with more baguettes and cream puffs."

"After you finish eating, I can fulfill a little wish of yours!"

Yang Yun said with a smile, at this moment he struggled to control himself not to look at Tang San's Xiao Wu's eyes, which gained a bit more hope's light.

Also there was no time to leave a word or more news; he turned and followed Yang Yun as he left.

She knew very well that only by serving Yang Yun comfortably could she return.

Even if she returned alone.

(End of chapter)