Chapter 2953: Chapter 1546 Saint Servant’s head is covered with a conical bamboo hat, all five abominators remain silent

“Awkward——”

Complete Silence!

Utter Deathly Silence!

Everyone seemed to hear the intangible crow’s caw echoing from the distant sky.

Fen Qin Zhu He, Sleeveless Saint Servant, Sang Qiye of Tiansang Spirit Palace…

This figure, once renowned throughout the world, revered and loathed by tens of thousands, was now so pathetic that he didn’t even have a grass shoe to cover his shame.

With his dirty, charred toes, he was exposed naked under the scrutiny of countless eyes, desperately clinging to the ground.

His body trembled as if electrocuted, shaking like a sieve.

His silence was deafening.

Suddenly, the world turned grayscale, devoid of any reason; Elder Sang’s vacant gaze aimlessly swept over the many people around him…

So many people!

Really, so many people!

Never before had Elder Sang felt that the Divine Relics were so crowded, as if packed with millions of humans.

Their faces were barely holding back laughter, and their eyes brimming with mockery.

So noisy!

Nor had Elder Sang ever felt that a silent, soundless world could be so cacophonous:

The sound of boots scraping against ground gravel…

The sound of clothes rustling as fingers curled tightly…

Breathing sounds, the sniffling of noses, and the subtle movements of shoulders under strain…

Even the distant booms from the arena seemed like a deliberate attack on his soul, with a target more precise than Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Each strike was like a heavy hammer rhythmically smashing his wounded soul onto an anvil, crushing it into a pulp.

But to actually perish and die in this state, what a blissful and wonderful thing that would be!

When Elder Sang came back to his senses, he found himself still alive, his body healthier than anyone present except Xu Xiaoshou!

“Ergh…”

He finally let out a noise, not quite human speech, perhaps a sigh or some other indistinct sound.

—Some people are alive, but he had already died.

…

“I…”

His lips quivered.

The one who ties the bell must untie it.

Elder Sang had seen the world, and he knew that to break this awkward situation, he had to speak up.

Reliant on Xu Xiaoshou?

The sky could fall, and he would wait for everyone to die before he took action!

This “action” would most likely be adding insult to injury with another mocking remark.

Yet, in his glorious past at Fen Qin or commanding respect everywhere in Sleeveless Saint Servant, Elder Sang truly had no idea how to turn the situation around at this moment.

His mind whirled endlessly, returning always to Xu Xiaoshou, always to “calling Master.”

“You?”

Xu Xiaoshou repeated the word, smiling as he looked at old man Sang, pitifully low to the ground, deliberately refusing to give him an out, pushing him toward a corner, and even highlighting it:

“Stop digging your toes first, a three-room flat has already appeared.”

Swish, swish, swish…

All eyes followed Lord Shou’s chin and gaze, staring at those embarrassingly overwhelmed toes.

Quiet.

Still quiet.

Quietly drawn and quartered, quietly sliced into a thousand pieces—this was far more excessive than a quick beheading!

Elder Sang’s body jerked violently, his charred toes curling up quickly like shy mimosa, wishing they could withdraw into his bones.

“You!”

He lifted his head, looking at that traitor.

All astonishment and awkwardness were swiftly liberated, transforming into endless killing intent.

The killing intent could no longer be restrained; this charred, rotten man, like a fierce beast pushed into the soil trying desperately to leap up for a final counterattack, even wished he could slaughter everyone who witnessed this scene.

But he couldn’t kill them all…

Water Ghost, Cen Qiaofu, they were all here, and it was impossible to eliminate them.

This affair had become a nail that couldn’t be pulled out, pinning Sang Qiye firmly to a pillar of shame!

“I?”

I, Lord Shou!

I’ll be afraid of you?

Across him, Xu Xiaoshou completely discarded his brain, not retreating but counterattacking, casually said:

“And I, your newly revered master, Xu Xiaoshou of Sang Qiye.”

Sizzle…

All around, people gasped in surprise.

Even Water Ghost, Yue Gongli, and others instinctively stepped back.

Compared to a lavender-striped underwear exhibition, Sang Qiye was no longer livable; why should I care about this? Water Ghost thought so.

Compared to publicly slicing open my stomach to gain fame across the five regions, I just need to expose this sleeveless matter too. It can’t be said to be more outrageous than mine, so you die, I get hurt… Yue Gongli had already found a coping strategy; if unable to deal with Xu Xiaoshou, then target his master.

“That’s too cruel!”

All the onlookers had already started to withdraw.

Lord Shou was not just cruel, this was annihilation, far beyond mere cruelty.

He was like holding a person in his embrace, arms hooked under their knees, placing them on a scorching stove, eager to see the person expose their most mortifying parts while also letting that huge mess drop in front of everyone with a splat.

That’s fine for a child!

But this was a mature, even “famous” adult!

This heart punishment was crueler than murder; while a tiger does not eat its cub, he was your… er, master, how could it come to this?

…

It had to.

To Xu Xiaoshou, Elder Sang was both a master and friend, both a buddy and enemy.

It was this man who had dragged him into the filthy politics of the Spiritual Cultivators, and it was he who had opened the door to a new and mysterious world.

He should be thankful.

But it was all forced!

He should hold a grudge.

But he had taken precautions behind the scenes!

He should let go.

But he laid death traps under his feet time and again, never giving him even a moment to breathe!

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