Using tiger skin as a banner

When this scene fell into the eyes of Cai Liao, his pupils immediately shrank.

The Seven-Star female Martial Saint before him was already considered a powerhouse in the Canglan Continent, yet she was merely that young man's maidservant!?

Using a Great Saint as a maidservant; only a direct descendant of an Imperial Clan would have such qualifications, right?

"You… may I ask where Your Excellency hails from?"

Cai Liao took a step back and bowed to Su Lang, "The faction I belong to also has connections with some Imperial Clans. Perhaps this is a case of the floodwater washing into the Dragon King's temple; it's a misunderstanding."

"Hmph!"

"You are from Lutian Tower, right?"

"A mere Lutian Tower does not yet have the qualifications to know my name."

"I will only give you one chance: immediately kneel, kowtow, apologize, and then roll out of my sight."

"Otherwise, your fate will be miserable beyond compare. I give you ten seconds to do all of this."

"If you exceed this time, it will be considered that you have offended me. Even if you can escape today, you might be able to run from the monk, but you cannot run from the temple."

"As a mere Quasi-Immortal of Lutian Tower, I can keep you living in eternal suffering with a single word."

Su Lang gave a cold laugh; the arrogance and haughtiness on his face were many times more presumptuous than Cai Liao's.

There was no other way.

The key was that he couldn't beat the opponent right now. Even if Su Lang and Chu Xiaobei couldn't die, the Yaochi Clan would be finished.

Unfolding the sea of the sky required time, and it needed the support of terrifyingly immense energy; it could not form defensive power in a short period.

And as for Cai Liao, a casual strike from him could wipe out more than half of the Yaochi Sacred Clan!

In order to prevent the Yaochi Clan from being destroyed, Su Lang simply went along with Yaochi Yanfa's overactive imagination, coordinated with Chu Xiaobei, and used a tiger's skin as a banner.

Hopefully, this could scare Cai Liao away.

"This… Your Excellency is being a bit too…"

Cai Liao was stunned speechless by Su Lang's retort. He was, after all, a Quasi-Immortal, and he even hailed from Lutian Tower.

As the saying goes, even if you don't look at the monk, you must look at the Buddha. Even if the other party were truly a direct descendant of an Imperial Clan, they shouldn't be treating him with such contempt and bullying, right!?

"Hmph!"

"There are only seven seconds left now."

Su Lang curled his lips, took out a communication jade token, and pretended to look at it, "Oh, your name is Cai Liao, a member of the Thousand-Eye Clan? Hehe…"

Upon hearing Su Lang's words, Cai Liao felt as if a thunderclap had exploded beside his ears.

A surge of terror rose in his heart: "Why would this young man know my name and race? Even within the organization, there aren't many people who know my real name."

"And, he found out so quickly? Could he really be a direct descendant of an Imperial Clan? Did he use the power of an Imperial Clan!?"

Thinking of this, Cai Liao's expression changed drastically. His unbridled, arrogant demeanor completely vanished, and he was like a different person compared to when he first arrived.

Seeing this scene, Yaochi Yanfa and the others couldn't help but smile, secretly thinking that Young Master Su Lang was indeed capable of reaching the heavens, easily subduing that Quasi-Immortal.

Chu Xiaobei was somewhat surprised; she considered herself to know Su Lang inside and out.

She knew that Su Lang was not some direct descendant of an Imperial Clan, yet he was able to learn that Quasi-Immortal's name so quickly; she didn't know what mysterious method he had used.

The reactions of everyone actually occurred in just a brief moment.

"Cai Liao, you still have five seconds."

Su Lang held the communication jade token in his hand and sneered, "Once the time is up, you will know the consequences."

"I…"

A rare trace of terror rose in Cai Liao's heart.

He hadn't felt this sensation for a very, very long time since becoming a Nine-Star Martial Saint.

In the past, he would only feel such fear when facing extremely terrifying enemies or massive factions that suppressed heaven and earth.

"Four seconds!"

Su Lang raised the corner of his mouth, his face revealing a cruel, tyrannical, and frantic look, performing the characteristics of a playboy to the fullest.

"I'll kneel, I'll kneel!"

Cai Liao's psychological defenses finally crumbled; he hurriedly responded twice and immediately knelt down.

A generation of Quasi-Immortal, just like that, knelt straight on both knees before Su Lang, trembling with fear.

When he arrived earlier, he had been incredibly arrogant.

This stark contrast instantly caused the sea of people below to erupt in tsunami-like cheers.

Just a moment ago, everyone had been scared out of their wits; now, seeing Cai Liao kneel, how could they not be excited, how could they not feel relieved?