All eyes were focused on the center of the banquet hall.
There, Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen was still suspended high in the air by that emerald green spear.
The blood on his chest stained his magnificent robes, and his life was rapidly slipping away.
"Thump."
Yu Yuanzhen's body crashed heavily to the ground with a thud.
The blue-silver Overlord Spear that pierced his body also turned into specks of green light and dissipated into the air.
"Cough...cough cough..."
Yu Yuanzhen coughed violently, and with each cough, a large mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.
He struggled, using his last bit of strength, and knelt down towards the throne.
"I...I give up..."
This Thunder Douluo, who had roamed the continent for decades and was known for his domineering and fierce nature, now had a hoarse voice filled with pleading.
"Your Majesty, the Blue Silver King... I beg you... I beg you to spare my life..."
"Spare... spare our Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family..."
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone watched this scene unfold, seeing the sect leader of one of the three upper sects kneel down and beg for mercy like a stray dog.
However, Tang Qing acted as if he hadn't heard her.
He rose from his throne, slowly walked down the steps, and returned to his original seat, looking relaxed.
Tang Qing did not answer.
This silent silence is more terrifying than any words.
Yu Yuanzhen's heart sank to the bottom little by little.
Just then, Zhu Zhuqing, who had been standing quietly to the side, moved.
She strode over to Tang Qing, her long, straight legs encased in black stockings, picked up the jade pot on the table, and gracefully poured him a cup of wine.
Her movements were light and gentle, without making a sound, yet they perfectly drew everyone's attention.
Tang Qing picked up his wine glass and took a small sip.
The mellow wine flowed smoothly down my throat.
He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping calmly across the entire room.
Everyone who met his gaze, whether sect leader or elder, instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
Finally, his gaze fell on Yu Yuanzhen, who was kneeling on the ground.
"Want to live?"
Tang Qing spoke calmly.
"think!"
Yu Yuanzhen nodded repeatedly as if grasping at a straw, the sound of his forehead hitting the ground clearly audible.
"Then I will give you a way out."
Tang Qing's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"From this day forward, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family submits to me and becomes my subordinate force."
"Are you willing?"
These words immediately caused an uproar among the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members.
"Chief! You mustn't!"
"Our sect has a thousand-year history; how can we submit to others!"
"Chieftain, please reconsider!"
Several sect elders, their faces flushed, shouted excitedly.
Yu Yuanzhen's body stiffened.
He slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes flashing with struggle, humiliation, and resentment.
But in the end, all these emotions turned into a deep sense of powerlessness.
He remembered the gun.
That was a shot that was impossible to withstand and incomprehensible.
Rebellion?
What can we use to resist?
Are we going to use the lives of the entire sect to pay for this?
He, Yu Yuanzhen, can die.
But the lineage of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family cannot be broken in his hands.
"I..."
Yu Yuanzhen's lips trembled, each word seeming to weigh a ton.
"I…Yu Yuanzhen…"
"Representing the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family..."
He closed his eyes and slammed his head heavily onto the ground once more.
"I...am...willing...to...submit!"
The last four words were practically squeezed out through clenched teeth.
Upon hearing this, Tang Qing smiled faintly and nodded.
"Hmm, it does work."
This comment caused the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members, who had just sworn allegiance, to turn pale and then red, but they didn't dare utter a single word.
"Alright, let's continue the banquet."
Tang Qing waved his hand, as if announcing something trivial.
After a brief silence, the atmosphere in the banquet hall was instantly ignited.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty the Blue Silver King!"
Your Highness?
No one uses that title anymore.
"Congratulations to His Majesty the Blue Silver King for subduing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
"Two of the three upper sects have already submitted to Your Majesty! Your Majesty's power is truly unprecedented!"
"Yes, yes! Looking across the entire continent, apart from the Spirit Hall, there is probably no other force that can rival His Majesty!"
For a time, compliments and praises were heard everywhere.
The banquet, which had just been tense and on the verge of life and death, was now filled with laughter and joy again, as if nothing had happened.
Just then, a beautiful figure stood up.
Ning Rongrong, holding a wine glass, moved gracefully toward Tang Qing's location.
Today she was wearing a colorful, shimmering long dress. The hem swayed gently as she walked, and her long, beautiful legs, encased in the dress, were faintly visible, outlining a breathtaking curve.
A perfect blush graced her cheeks, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration and adoration.
"Your Majesty, the Blue Silver King."
Ning Rongrong's voice was soft and sweet, with a touch of girlish naiveté.
"Rongrong... I'd like to offer you a toast."
She bowed slightly, revealing her stunning curves, and raised her wine glass to Tang Qing.
"Just now, it was Rongrong's fault for being ignorant and disturbing Your Majesty. Rongrong will punish herself by drinking three cups to apologize to you."
Without waiting for Tang Qing's response, she tilted her snow-white neck back and drank the wine in her glass in one gulp, three glasses in a row, without changing her expression.
After drinking, two intoxicating blushes appeared on her fair cheeks, and her eyes became somewhat glazed.
She refilled her glass and held it up to Tang Qing again, unconsciously moving closer to him.
"Your Majesty's divine might is unparalleled. Rongrong... Rongrong admires you immensely. This cup is a toast from Rongrong to you from the bottom of her heart."
As she spoke, the hand that was handing her the wine glass trembled slightly, and a few drops of the crystal-clear wine spilled out, landing right on the back of Tang Qing's hand.
"oops!"
Ning Rongrong let out a soft cry, like a startled little rabbit, and quickly put down her wine glass. She took out her handkerchief and carefully wiped the wine stains off Tang Qing's hand.
Her soft fingertips, intentionally or unintentionally, gently brushed across the back of Tang Qing's hand, bringing a slightly itchy sensation.
This series of movements was fluid and graceful, full of deliberate allure.
Beside the throne, Zhu Zhuqing witnessed this scene, a hint of disdain flashing across her cool and beautiful face.
She spat inwardly.
"Pah, shameless."
Ning Rongrong is such a suck-up!
She is, after all, the legitimate daughter of one of the three upper sects, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, yet she has acted in such a despicable manner.
Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously puffed out her equally full breasts, glanced at her long legs encased in black stockings, and sneered inwardly.
In terms of figure, I'm no worse than her.
In terms of temperament, isn't my aloof and ascetic nature more attractive than her feigned innocence?
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