Without eggs, there is no sorrow—and without sorrow, he was perfectly content every day.
No need to worry about food, cultivation, or being hunted by other creatures. Damn, this life was bliss!
"You dare attack me? Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, tear them apart! Rip them to shreds from top to bottom!"
Fu Ye gazed coldly at Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, sprawled on the ground like beaten dogs, and the four elders whose throats were pinned by his spectral swords.
What were they thinking? He had cheats, yet they still had the audacity to strike at him!
But that little runt, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, was still sulking in the corner, completely ignoring his orders?
(＃｀)凸
BOOM!
"Yelp—!!"
The stupid mutt was sent flying by Fu Ye's kick, letting out a pained whimper.
"Tear it down now! Or do you want another beating?"
…
Two and a half minutes later...
"Woof!"
Having completed its task, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger shrank back into a small black dog, obediently curling up at Fu Ye's feet.
Surveying the ruins of the Clear Sky Sect's once-grand buildings, Fu Ye felt immense satisfaction.
Meanwhile, the four elders' faces were twisted in disgust, as if they'd just eaten something vile. Most of the disciples had been buried under the rubble, though none were seriously injured—given their strength, they'd survive.
"Devil! You're a devil!" The Great Elder finally snapped, tears of rage welling in his eyes as he took in the wreckage of his sect.
"Shh."
The Starre Sword slashed a bloody gash across his chest. The Ultimate Fire instantly cauterized the wound, stopping the bleeding—but not the agony.
"AH—!!" His scream was abruptly cut short.
The Sword pressed against his throat, threatening to pierce through if he made another sound.
"Tsk, I wanted to spare you some dignity, but you refused. Fine—since I'm merciful, I'll give you one last chance to live."
Fu Ye strode toward Tang Hao.
"Tang Hao, we meet again. How's life?"
The corners of his lips curled as he looked down at the two brothers, battered and broken.
"You… let my sect go. My sins have nothing to do with them." Tang Hao's voice was thick with regret—and resentment toward the Great Elder.
'If only they'd just knelt and admitted defeat from the start! How could they possibly defeat a monster like Fu Ye?'
"Sure, but they attacked me first. Letting them off so easily wouldn't be fair." Fu Ye smirked, glancing back at the wounded elder.
"All four of you—plus Tang Hao and Tang Xiao—kneel. Kowtow three times. Do it now, or today will mark the extinction of the Clear Sky Sect."
Mockery gleamed in his eyes as he watched the elders' faces twist in humiliation.
The third elder, crippled earlier by the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, had already been dragged away by healers—though his future strength would never recover.
"You swear you'll spare us if we kneel?" The Great Elder's voice trembled. Beaten into submission, he knew refusal meant annihilation.
"No lies."
Destroying the Clear Sky Sect served no purpose—and Tang Hao had to live. Without him, how would Tang San, that doomed brat, ever be born?
"Big Brother!"
"Kneel, Second Brother."
"Big Brother!"
"Kneel!"
Thud!
"Old Five, why'd you kneel without asking me?!"
"Kneeling feels good."
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The four elders dropped simultaneously. Tang Hao and Tang Xiao exchanged glances.
"A man's knees are worth gold!"
"But sometimes, you bend when you must!"
"KNEEL!" they roared in unison.
(*▔□▔)
'Since when did these two have so many lines?'
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of foreheads hitting the ground echoed relentlessly. Fu Ye almost felt bad watching a group of grown men kowtow like this.
Meanwhile, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger strutted proudly before them, its scoundrel-like gaze seeming to say:
"Hey, stop banging your heads. If you bleed, I'm not paying your medical bills."
…
When Fu Ye finally left with the tiger in tow, the Clear Sky Sect's survivors wept—both for their lives and the ruins of their home.
The four elders collapsed into each other's arms, sobbing.
"Big Brother!"
"Second Brother!"
"Third Brother!"
"Fifth Brother!"
"Brothers!"
???
'Where's the fourth elder?'
Just as Fu Ye prepared to head to the Star Dou Forest to discuss philosophy with Ah Yin and Ah Wu, a system alert blared:
[WARNING! Bibi Dong has fallen unconscious!]
'So even with my interference, Qian Xunji still dares to lay hands on his disciple?'
Fu Ye's eyes darkened. 'That old bastard never changes.'
…
Meanwhile, in the Pope's Palace…
A gorgeously robed man gripped the throat of a stunning young woman, his face twisted with fury.
"Dong'er, after all I've done for you—you'd abandon the Spirit Hall for trash who's been dead for years?!"
This was Qian Xunji, the Pope of the Spirit Hall—and Bibi Dong, its Saintess.
"Cough—!"
Choked into silence, Bibi Dong could only struggle weakly.
Then—a white pill appeared in Qian Xunji's hand.
"I'll never let you leave. Even if I must use the vilest means."
Bibi Dong's eyes widened in horror as the pill was forced into her mouth. Instantly, her body went limp—but her senses sharpened unbearably.
"Once you bear my child, you'll forget that waste of space."
Dragging her toward a hidden passage, Qian Xunji's footsteps echoed ominously.
Bibi Dong's heart shattered. The noble teacher she'd revered was nothing but a beast.
…
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