When have I ever been looked at like an ant?
However, he could only bear it.
Even if your teeth are broken, you still have to swallow it.
Shen Tong took another deep breath, suppressed all the turmoil in his heart, and stepped forward, his feet stomping heavily on the ground covered with Light Holy Jade.
His straight back slowly bent.
Then, he bowed deeply to Yao Chen who sat on the throne, his bow touching the ground.
This crossbow destroyed his arrogance that had been built up over tens of thousands of years.
These crossbows destroyed the previous glory of the temple.
This bow expresses all the disappointment and sadness.
“Shen Tong, the Temple Master, leads his remaining disciples to pay respects to the Temple Master.”
His voice was low and hoarse from the long escape and days of hard work, but he tried his best to keep his tone respectful and humble, not daring to be impolite in the slightest.
Behind them, over two hundred temple disciples, dressed in rags and covered in wounds, also suppressed their shame and resentment and bowed in unison.
Their movements are not uniform; some had injuries so severe that even bending was extremely difficult, while others were trembling slightly, clearly showing their immense anger and hatred.
But in the end, they still lowered their heads.
Because they knew that if the temple head could survive, they would have to survive as well.
On the throne, Yao Chen remained silent, even his gaze did not change much.
He only observed Shen Tong and the others kneeling and bowing quietly, his gaze calm to the point of seeming indifferent.
There was no response, no indication, and they were not told to stand up.
Time passed, second by second.
One second, two seconds, three seconds
One breath, ten breaths, one hundred breaths
Shen Tong maintained his bent posture, his waist bent so low it almost broke, all his strength was concentrated in his legs, and beads of cold sweat slowly seeped from his forehead, flowing down his cheeks.
Bending over for too long made her whole body hurt, but the physical pain was much lighter than the shame in her heart.
Yao Chen still showed no intention of telling him to stand up.
This willful disregard, this silent indifference, is more humiliating and more devastating than any verbal insult or malicious taunt.
This is a blatant show of force.
Shen Tong knew everything very well.
Yao Chen wanted to make him kneel, make him wait, and let him feel what it was like to change from a high and mighty ruler to an ant who could be trampled on at will.
The point was to tell him that from now on, on the Peak of Holy Light, in the Great Hall of the Divine Temple, your supernatural powers meant nothing.
Your pride, dignity, and status—all of it is worthless.
Shentong gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched so tightly that his lips were almost bitten, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.
He endured it.
Suppress all anger, suppress all shame, suppress all desire to raise your head and roar, to draw your sword and face.
For the sake of his disciples and for the sake of the temple fire, he had to endure.
Finally, after what felt like forever, I don’t know how much time has passed.
On the throne, Yao Chen spoke slowly.
Her voice was gentle and clear, like a mountain spring, pleasing to the ear, without the slightest hint of hostility. But behind that gentleness is hidden a sense of indifference and indifference, as well as an undeniable majesty.
“Master of the Hall of Divine Might, there is no need for such formalities. Please stand.”
The sentence was short, but it sounded like forgiveness.
Shen Tong slowly straightened up, his stiff body swaying slightly. He tried to stabilize himself, looked up at Yao Chen, and forced a respectful and humble smile onto his face.
“Thank you, teacher.”
Yao Chen looked at him quietly, his gaze lingering on him for a moment. After a while, the corners of his lips lifted slightly, revealing a meaningful expression that was neither a smile nor a frown.
“Master of the Divine Might Hall, I remember the last time we officially met was three thousand years ago, at the Divine Clan Grand Ceremony held on Fourteenth Heaven.”
His tone was calm, as if he was recalling a trivial incident in the past, but every word was like a small hammer that slowly knocked on Shen Tong’s heart.
“At that time, the Lord of the Divine Might Hall was full of zeal and passion. Standing on the ceremonial high platform, he pointed a finger at me and said publicly that the Divine Hall was just a bunch of cowards hiding in the Holy Light Realm, who didn’t dare come out and didn’t dare compete. They weren’t worthy of being called the orthodox lineage of the Divine Race alongside the Divine Hall.”
“Those words are still fresh in my memory and I have never forgotten them.”
His voice remained gentle, but the sarcasm and mockery in his words were not hidden and were plain to see before everyone.
FAQ Novel
Q: Who is Yao Chen?
A: Yao Chen is introduced as the Lord of the Divine Hall, a figure of immense authority and sacred presence.
Q: What kind of individuals guard Yao Chen?
A: Yao Chen is guarded by twelve temple guardian elders, all renowned True Immortal Realm experts.
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