I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 839: Chapter 133: Regret

The speakers were Liu Chenxing of the Chuanyuan Liu Family and Mu Pingyuan of the Mu Family of Mutai.

Without a doubt, the Chuanyuan Liu Family was a top-tier ancient family renowned since the olden days, and the Mu Family too was a descendant of the imperial lineage of the ancient Divine Dynasty. With such individuals speaking out, their words carried substantial weight. Even the leaders of general factions had to treat their statements with great care.

Unfortunately, this was Martial Saint Mountain, and the proud Dao Child of Martial Saint Mountain merely glanced at the two before responding coldly, “Since both of you wish to speak on behalf of the Tang Clan, it shows that you condone Tang Luo’s actions. Then you shall be punished together. For the next fifteen years, the Chuanyuan Liu Family and the Mu Family of Mutai will not receive an invitation to the Martial Dao Conference.”

Neither Liu Chenxing nor Mu Pingyuan had anticipated that merely speaking up would implicate their families, preventing them from receiving invitations from Martial Saint Mountain for the next fifteen years. Having made such a grave error, they had no idea what kind of punishment they would face when they returned home; they exchanged glances, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

In their not-so-long lives, they had never been treated this way. If the leading elders of their clans were here, perhaps they could find some way to make Bu Xiao retract his decree. However, only the arrogant youths were present, with their leaders utterly dismayed, let alone the other disciples. They could only stiffen their necks, glaring with indignation at the Dao Child of Martial Saint Mountain on the platform, but daring not to utter a word of rebuttal.

And the scions of the Liu and Mu Families, unexpectedly silent, dared not make a sound. Honestly, it was their first time witnessing the Dao Child of Martial Saint Mountain. They had assumed he was a generous and humble gentleman, but after just a few sentences, everyone realized, he was no gentleman at all, but a tyrant.

Merely for speaking in defense, the Liu and Mu Families suffered harsh penalties. Although the Martial Dao Conference was hosted by Martial Saint Mountain, such actions still seemed too tyrannical to many.

“In your hearts, you must feel that this Dao Child is far too overbearing and you are quite displeased,” said Bu Xiao, looking at those scions with stiff necks, indifferently commented, “But don’t forget, what exactly allows your families to dominate a region. Without the recognition and protection of Martial Saint Mountain, do you think your fate would be any better than the Yun Family of Chaochang?”

In a world where martial prowess is revered, peace and stability are the most luxurious indulgences. In Longzhou alone, countless sects are eager to prove their strength.

It’s a world where the big fish eat the little fish, and the little fish eat shrimp. If Martial Saint Mountain is the overlord of the sea, then those sects are the bloodthirsty sharks. When they realize that worldly cultivation can reap greater benefits than hermit-like practices, they become restless, stretching out their claws and fangs in a rush to hunt and encircle territories.

The Evil King Palace, Yulin Pavilion, and Wuji Mansion, which sect does not occupy several cities? And what has become of the original masters of those cities? They are either reduced to vassals or bowing down in submission. This is the reality of the world.

It’s just as in Yuanzhou, where you can hear only the name of the Xu Clan. The vision of Bu Xiao is to make the entire Longzhou follow his orders without question.

Therefore, the defense spoken by Liu Chenxing and Mu Pingyuan infuriated Bu Xiao. In his eyes, the so-called Seven Great Families of Longzhou were families under the protection of Martial Saint Mountain and should naturally be grateful to Martial Saint Mountain.

Yet, who would have thought that mere scions of two families would dare to openly defy his orders? That kind of wrath was even greater than the challenge posed by Tang Luo’s thoughtless provocation.

“If there are still those who wish to defend the Liu and Mu Families, they will share the same fate,” Bu Xiao announced to the crowd, hands clasped behind his back, standing on the platform. Then he turned his calm gaze toward Tang Luo, only to find that while the other three from Longxi were furious, Tang Luo seemed unaffected and was looking at him with a meaningful expression, a smile that was not quite a smile, not at all angered by the punishment.

This made Bu Xiao’s expression even more somber, because the purpose of punishment is to teach the punished a lesson, to induce feelings of regret and pain. If the punished party is indifferent, it makes the punishment seem less satisfying.

At the very least, the expression on Tang Luo’s face made Bu Xiao feel as if his punishment was not severe enough.

So he asked Tang Luo another question, “Tang Luo of Longxi, do you have any objections to this punishment?”

Being barred from participating in the martial arts tournament for five consecutive sessions is a huge loss for any power, especially since the newly emerged Longxi Alliance had shown such competitiveness. The immensity of the loss behind this was simply incalculable.

Even if Tang Luo himself was indifferent, he would surely be punished when he returned to his family. His current nonchalant expression was merely a facade; Bu Xiao did not believe there was anyone in the world who could be so detached.

Having already issued the punishment, to still inquire whether the punished finds it meaningful seemed somewhat excessive.

All three Longxi team members were young men full of vigor, especially Xiao Ziyu, who was inherently hot-tempered and easily angered. Provoked by Bu Xiao, anger surged in his heart, and he wished to shout out loud but saw Tang Luo raise his hand and wave it, signaling them to be quiet.

After calming his teammates, Tang Luo shouted up to Bu Xiao on the platform, “Longxi has no objections, only some regrets.”noveldrama

The young heirs of the great families, upon hearing Tang Luo’s words, also silently sighed in their hearts. It wasn’t just Tang Luo who felt regret; they did too.

It was not easy for a peerless prodigy to emerge who could change the status of their family, yet they were suppressed so by Martial Saint Mountain. If they were in Tang Luo’s place, they would hardly be able to remain as composed and not make a scene on the spot.

But what use was anger anyway? They were at Bifang Mountain, the outer gate of the sacred land, with Arbitrators of Fierce Realm cultivation filling the platform. Although they did not see several major Arbitrators, the mere presence of the old grandmaster resting with his eyes closed on the platform made it clear that no one dared to cause trouble.

They felt regret for Longxi’s situation, and even more so admired Tang Luo’s composure, because no matter how they looked at it, they could not find a fault in Longxi’s conduct at this martial arts tournament.

Perhaps the only misstep was that Tang Luo was simply too dazzling, too exceptional. After all, “The taller the tree stands, the more likely it is to be blown down by the wind,” and how could Martial Saint Mountain, a holy land among men, allow a disciple of its peak to be defeated by a scion of a great family?

Not only the great families, but even the disciples of those sects turned their eyes to Tang Luo, as if to engrave the image of this once-in-a-generation prodigy in their minds. Even if they never met him again, they would never forget the figure on Bifang Mountain in 1784—a splendid cultivator from a great family, shaking mountains and rivers with his fists!

Tang Luo himself didn’t have that many thoughts. His regret was simply that he couldn’t take revenge with his own hands. If Bu Xiao was a man of principle, this would have been his only chance to avenge himself through his own efforts. But now it seemed that Dao Child of Martial Saint Mountain had no intention of giving him that opportunity. Well, in that case, he would have to turn a martial competition into something else.

The direction of Chongming Peak resonated with a clear sound of a swords signal, and a golden sword light shot through the sky above Bifang Mountain at an astonishing speed.