I Can See Your Combat Power

- Sixty-two: At the Front of the Annual

: Chapter Sixty-two: At the Front of the Annual

Meeting (Thanks for the rewards-)

Translator: 549690339

Without a doubt, Tang Sen believed more in his son, so he waved towards the chariot and two armored soldiers jumped down and headed towards the temple gate.

The sound of armor stepping on the snow got heavier and closer, the knocking sound was like a death knell for Tang Xiuyong.

It was only then that he remembered that he should respect Tang Sen not because he was the First Head of the Martial Hall, but because it was a sect’s order to show respect to the First Head of the Martial Hall. If it were an outsider, they would have already been killed on the spot, and even if it were someone from the Tang Clan, the mere disrespect to the sect head could lead to thirty days of solitary confinement, copying the sect rules a thousand times, and fifty lashes from the Law Hall.

A dark curtain fell before Tang Xiuyong’s eyes and he nearly fainted. He clearly understood that if he didn’t get forgiveness, he would have to spend the next thirty days in confinement with only clear water to drink.

He couldn’t bear this thought and knelt down to beg for mercy, “Sect Head, you have to believe me. I really didn’t do anything. Young Master, please, don’t accuse me wrongly. I really didn’t do anything.”

Tang Luo sneered in his heart, this public humiliation wasn’t about losing control, but to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

He chose this person not just because his actions were the most excessive, but because he believed that once the news spreads, the clan members at the New Year’s meeting would understand how they should view his family from behind.

Tang Luo never hid his love for the family. A family where the brothers were friendly, where the competent were regarded, who wouldn’t like that? But the larger the family, there would always be people who think they are impressive, even if they are no good at anything.

They’re nothing but cowards who only dare to grumble in secret. If they really have ambition, what kind of person would still not shed their mortal coil at thirty? As a martial artist, he had a protruded belly, indicating countless days and nights of indulgence.

Tang Luo felt that it was because his father, Tang Sen, was too easy-going. If he were a bit harsher, who would dare to show such a look behind his back.

Since he planned to compensate for what his father had overlooked, Tang Luo was determined to make this “chicken” spend the New Year in solitary confinement, or else it would not teach everyone at the gate how to respect and soothe his own anger.

As Tang Luo was debating this, a hand patted his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw his mother’s loving face.

She ruffled Tang Luo’s hair firmly, messing up his neatly arranged hair.

“Alright, my precious boy, tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, you may have seen it wrong.” Xu Shuhui’s eyes were full of laughter, she believed her smart son would understand her meaning.

The two soldiers were standing in front of the temple gate, their bodies filled with cold wind and killing intent.

Tang Luo looked into Xu Shuhui’s eyes and reluctantly said, “Alright, maybe I saw it wrong due to the heavy snow.”

Tang Xiuyong, who was kneeling on the ground, felt as if he had heard a divine decree. Raising his head, he grinned at Xu Shuhui, “Madam, you are wise. It was surely the young master who saw it wrong.”

Tang Luo looked at the man before him, lost for words. Such a simple punishment of confinement and whipping had scared him into kneeling. If the Tang Clan were to meet any huge crisis, relying on people like him would truly be incredulous.

The sudden change in tone left Tang Sen feeling puzzled. So, should he take this man or not?

He looked at Xu Shuhui with questioning eyes, seeking advice. He had been facing the gates and hadn’t seen anything, but she had got off the carriage and must have seen something. He figured he could always rely on his wife’s opinion.

Xu Shuhui, seeing the sensible look on her son’s face and the naive expression on her husband’s face, let out a light laugh, “Silly, let the soldiers return, it’s the New Year’s Eve, let them have a good meal.”

Tang Sen nodded, “You guys can leave the vehicle, go back and spend time with your family.”

Xu Shuhui held Tang Sen’s hand and entered the temple, completely ignoring Tang Xiuyong, who was still kneeling on the ground.

Tang Luo patted the young boy’s head, urging him to follow his parents. He then turned his gaze to Tang Xiuyong, who was trying to stand up with a defeated look.

Tang Xiuyong felt extremely humiliated, he was actually made to kneel in fear by a few soldiers. His New Year’s was ruined. He felt that all the people in front of the gate who were bowing their heads were laughing at him.

Even this damned boy next to him was laughing at him. Tang Luo, you little bast*rd, what kind of grudge do you have against me that you have to humiliate me like this?

“Smack!”

Tang Xiuyong, whose knees were halfway up, was slapped to the ground. His knees were painfully ground into the ground, making him gasp for breath.

He quickly raised his head to see Tang Luo’s stern face and eyes full of murderous intent.

Tang Xiuyong, who had just been muttering, pulled up an ugly smile that looked worse than crying when he saw Tang Luo’s expression, “What…what’s wrong…didn’t we just clear up the misunderstanding…”

He looked at the hand on his shoulder and felt that the rumors about Xiling were unreliable.

Even though he was a peak mortal, he was slapped to the ground by him, even though he was considered to have Innate Hollow Body. Sensor your mother’s!

Tang Luo leaned close to Tang Xiuyong’s ear with his hand on Tang Xiuyong’s right shoulder and said coldly, “This time, you were lucky. If there’s a next time…”

The eyes of Tang Xiuyong, who was kneeling on the ground, popped open in horror. So it wasn’t a misunderstanding? He really saw what I did?

Tang Luo lifted his right hand from Tang Xiuyong’s shoulder and took a handkerchief out of his pocket with his left hand to wipe his palm.

Such scumbags, even touching them feels dirty.

In the distance, the young boy was shouting at Tang Luo, he didn’t know why his brother was still standing at the door, “Brother, come here quickly-”

Tang Luo turned and entered the temple, running towards where his parents were. As he passed by a servant who was sweeping the snow, he tossed the handkerchief into his basket.

Tang Xiuyong’s face was truly pale this time. Tang Luo’s threat just now hadn’t been whispered, he believed all the clan members at the temple gate had heard it.

Even if they had shown similar expressions as he did, from this moment on, he would be their talking point on New Year’s Eve. He would officially become the laughingstock of the Tang Clan, threatened by a thirteen-year-old boy, Tang Xiuyong felt as if he had lived in vain all these years.

He wanted to return home and practice hard, and to become a peak mortal before teaching this impertinent kid a lesson. But when he thought about how the last time he cultivated was either ten or eight years ago, the only bit of anger in his heart was extinguished and turned into sadness.

If he could still live in a dream before, then this incident at the temple gate had torn up his last bit of illusion. Apart from drinking and playing with women, he was good for nothing.

A thirty-year-old man was even worse than a child, he walked towards the temple in a daze.

The clan members who came to the gate together sped past him. He felt that every movement of their backs was mocking him.

His anger had nowhere to vent, and he turned to look at his little concubine.

She was politely smiling at the passing clan members and greeting them.

You b*tch! Even you are laughing at me!

Looking at his concubine’s smiling face, Tang Xiuyong felt blood rising to his head, his eyes turned scarlet and he raised his hand.

“Slap!” He slapped the woman hard, and she fell to the ground. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

The concubine, lying on the ground holding her face, looked disbelievingly at Tang Xiuyong.

“Get out! Go back, what qualifies you, a prostitute, to attend the Tang Clan’s New Year’s meeting? Get lost! Get lost! Get lost!” He roared at the little concubine, fully displaying his masculine power..