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"What are you shaking your head for? Were you scared out of your wits?!"
Tang Hu thought Luo Nan was afraid and became even more carried away.
"It is too late to know fear now!"
"Today, not only must you hand over one million gold coins, but you, a gigolo who dares to insult the Clear Sky Sect, must also leave behind an arm!"
"So much nonsense."
Luo Nan sighed; he had completely lost the patience to play house with these few idiots.
"Boom—!!!"
Luo Nan directly unleashed his Qi!
"Crack, crack..."
"This... What kind of power is this?!"
Tang Hu's eyeballs were about to pop out, and the bones throughout his body let out unbearable moans under the heavy pressure.
However, the scene that would make their Divine Soul split apart was yet to come.
Accompanied by a low and majestic Dragon roar, spirit rings began to slowly rise from beneath Luo Nan's feet.
Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black...
When they saw the first seven spirit rings, Tang Hu and the others' brains had already fallen into a state of shutdown.
Two thousand-year, four ten-thousand-year ones!
What kind of ghost spirit ring configuration is this?!
This completely defies the common sense of the Spirit Master's world!
However, the moment the eighth spirit ring rose from beneath Luo Nan's feet.
Tang Hu and the other four completely stopped breathing, their hearts feeling as if they were tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand.
Hundred-Thousand-Year spirit ring!!!
The blinding red light illuminated the entire conference room like Asura's Hell, and that terrifying fierce might belonging to a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast completely shattered the final psychological defense line of Tang Hu and the others.
"Sp... Spirit Douluo?! Hundred-Thousand-Year spirit ring?!"
Tang Hu's voice trembled beyond recognition, and a foul-smelling liquid even seeped out from his crotch.
He finally understood what kind of monster he had provoked. Where was this any wild-path Spirit Saint?
This fucking thing is a peerless Prodigy with a Hundred-Thousand-Year spirit ring!
Let alone a Spirit Saint like him, even if those Titled Douluo Elders in the Sect came, they would probably have to weigh their options when facing such a monster!
"Kicked an iron plate... No, this is kicking a red-hot steel plate!"
Extreme fear made Tang Hu's legs go soft, and he collapsed to the ground with a thump.
Although the Clear Sky Sect told him to be unyielding, the Hundred-Thousand-Year spirit ring told him that sometimes he had to resign himself to fate...
"Ro... Lord Luo Nan, spare our lives! We were blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai, we..."
Just as Tang Hu prepared to kowtow and beg for mercy, Luo Nan didn't give him the chance to finish his words at all.
"Begging for mercy now? Too late."
Luo Nan's voice was as cold as a judgment handed down by the Grim Reaper.
His figure flashed like ghost, instantly crossing a distance of several meters and appearing in front of Tang Hu.
"Bang!"
Luo Nan raised a foot and kicked fiercely at Tang Hu's chest.
Accompanied by a teeth-aching sound of ribs breaking.
Tang Hu's stout body of over two hundred jin was kicked flying like a broken sack, heavily crashing into the wall, then sliding down and violently spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
Before Tang Hu could catch his breath, Luo Nan had followed like a shadow.
His right foot, wearing an exquisite leather boot, mercilessly stepped on Tang Hu's left hand.
"No! Ah—!!!"
Amidst Tang Hu's heart-rending and extremely shrill screams, Luo Nan's toe slightly exerted force and ground down.
"Puchi!"
Flesh and blood splashed!
Under this single kick from Luo Nan, Tang Hu's left hand, skin, flesh, and bones included, was forcibly trampled into a blurry puddle of meat paste!
The fingers are connected to the heart; this excruciating pain of bones and flesh being crushed inch by inch made Tang Hu instantly roll his eyes, almost fainting directly from the pain.
However, Luo Nan did not stop. Expressionless, he raised his foot and heavily landed on Tang Hu's right hand once again.
"Puchi!"
Another puddle of meat paste.
Tang Hu completely lost both of his hands.
These hands were ruined extremely thoroughly; the bones had completely shattered into dregs, and the Meridians were completely severed.
Without joking, looking across the entire Douluo Continent, with the Nine Heart Begonia Spirit, there is no longer any healing Spirit Master who can make him grow a pair of hands back.
For a Tool Spirit Master, especially a Spirit Master of the Clear Sky Sect, losing both hands and being unable to hold a hammer anymore was ten thousand times more painful than killing him!
He completely became a cripple!
"Ahhh! My hands! My hands!!!"
Tang Hu rolled frantically on the ground, blood staining the expensive carpet red, resembling a dying peristaltic worm.
Having finished dealing with Tang Hu, Luo Nan slowly turned his head, his pair of emotionlessly fluctuating eyes looking at the three Spirit Emperors trembling in fear huddled in the corner.
"My... My lord, spare us! We were merely following orders, this has nothing to do with us!"
The three burly men were frightened out of their wits, frantically kowtowing on the ground, their foreheads smashing against the floor with loud thuds, blood flowing directly.
"Rest assured, I won't kill you."
Luo Nan walked towards them step by step, as leisurely as strolling in a courtyard.
"However, since you have come, you must leave something behind."
Before his voice faded, Luo Nan's legs transformed into two afterimages, kicking with absolute precision onto the kneecaps of these three.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Crisp sounds of bone fracturing rang out one after another, accompanied by three shrill screams.
The kneecaps of these three Spirit Emperors were directly shattered by Luo Nan's terrifying power, completely losing the ability to stand.
A strong smell of blood permeated the conference room, and the four arrogant members of the Clear Sky Sect were now all paralyzed on the ground like dead dogs, howling in pain.
Luo Nan took out a snow-white handkerchief from his spirit tool, leisurely wiped away a trace of blood stained on the tip of his shoe, and then casually threw the handkerchief onto Tang Hu's face.
His tone was icy and chilling to the bone:
"Leaving you dogs alive is not because I am merciful, but because I need a few dogs to go back and deliver a message."
"After you brat return to the Clear Sky Sect, prick up your ears and tell those old dogs among the higher-ups of the Clear Sky Sect, as well as that coward Tang Xiao: Yuehua is my, Luo Nan's, woman."
"She is not a tool that your Clear Sky Sect can casually lay hands on or bully at will!"
"If you dare send people to run amok in the Moon Pavilion again, this is the end!"
"Let alone you few punks, even if Tang Xiao himself comes, as long as his attitude dares to be the least bit bad, I will still shatter his bones inch by inch!"
Luo Nan's voice was like rolling thunder, deeply branded into the depths of the Souls of Tang Hu and the four, making them not even dare to give birth to a shred of rebellious thought.
"Someone come." Luo Nan turned around and shouted towards outside the door.
Several Moon Pavilion guards who had long been waiting outside the door immediately rushed in.
"Throw all of this trash out through the main entrance, throw them onto the street. Don't dirty the floor of the Moon Pavilion."
Luo Nan waved his hand, as casual as ordering the cleanup of garbage.
"Yes! Lord Luo Nan!"
The guards pounced like wolves and tigers, dragging Tang Hu and the four like dragging dead pigs.
Mercilessly dragging them all the way down the stairs, and then fiercely throwing them out from the high steps of the Moon Pavilion.
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