Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Chapter 295: Chapter 294 Tragedy

Kneel to heaven, kneel to earth, kneel to one’s parents.

This was something Su Han had once said and also the phrase he said most often to the people of the God-Slaying Pavilion.

After a period of contact, anyone who joined the God-Slaying Pavilion would regard Su Han as a Divine Spirit.

Because what Su Han could achieve, others could not.

Even if they were previously just ordinary people, once they joined the God-Slaying Pavilion, they could become martial artists, and even more powerful than other martial artists!

Su Han’s words, for them, were belief—a constant belief, an eternal belief!

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As some from the God-Slaying Pavilion had said before, they could die, but their belief must never perish!

Even when they faced Su Han, he never asked them to kneel, for kneeling to others was an eternal humiliation to oneself.

This was precisely why Su Han’s status in their hearts grew ever more exalted.

At this moment, they watched helplessly as so many people of the God-Slaying Pavilion were being killed, their humiliation and rage indescribable.

If they really knelt, just to cling to a pitiful life, to them, death was preferable!

“It’s just a Ninth-Rate Sect after all, yet you have some backbone indeed.”

The middle-aged man’s eyes turned cold as he swept over the people of the God-Slaying Pavilion and said coldly, “Sadly, sometimes, having a backbone isn’t something to flaunt as you do—it only leads to self-destruction.”

“The Pavilion Master will avenge us!”

“Sooner or later, the Pavilion Master himself will ascend to these so-called Super Sects, and you’ll know what regret is!”

“If you must kill, then kill us, but we still have the Pavilion Master!”

The God-Slaying Pavilion’s people shouted in unison, their roars reverberating like thunder.

One could say they were courting death, one could say they were ignorant of the times, but this was their way—incapable of defeating their foes, they could only vent their fury with words.

They were not foolish; they knew that even if Su Yunming truly knelt today, these scoundrels would likely not spare any of them.

This feeling was like watching one’s parents being murdered, one’s siblings being killed; with such fierce rage in their hearts, how could they keep silent and live in cowardice?

If they truly did so, what kind of men would they be? What kind of people!

“Very well, very well.”

The expression of the middle-aged man from the Sword Immortal Tomb grew colder and colder: “I admire your courage, but you have also successfully aroused my anger. Today, even if Su Han really isn’t Liang Shaohui, your ant-like Sect cannot escape extermination!”

“Senior!”

Su Yunming’s heart pounded furiously, and he said through clenched teeth, “It is my lack of proper guidance. They are just ordinary martial artists; they pose no threat to you, senior. Please, have mercy and spare them this once!”

“Then why don’t you hurry up and kneel before me?!” the middle-aged man suddenly barked.

“Deputy Pavilion Master!”

The people of the God-Slaying Pavilion shouted in unison: “Even if you really kneel before him, he won’t let us go!”

Su Yunming fell silent, slowly stepped forward, and eventually stepped out of the chaotic city wall, bent his right leg, and knelt on the ground.

“Junior… kneels before you, senior,” Su Yunming said hoarsely, as if his throat had given out.

“Deputy Pavilion Master!!!”

Seeing Su Yunming actually kneel, Liuyun and the others spat out blood in a fit of rage.

“Kneeling on one knee? Who allowed you to kneel on one knee? Both knees!” the middle-aged man shouted again.

Kneeling on one knee, like a subject before an Emperor, like a disciple before a Pavilion Master.

This could not be called humiliating.

But kneeling on both knees…

That truly was humiliation.

“Whoosh!”

A figure flashed and appeared; it was Liuyun.

There was still blood on the corner of his mouth as he grabbed Su Yunming and hissed, “Deputy Pavilion Master, your life is worth more than gold, how can you kneel to others!”

“If someone must kneel, let me do it for you!”

As his words fell, Liuyun slammed to the ground, knees first, bowing harshly towards the floor.

“You want me to kneel, so I’ll kneel for you!” Liuyun said in a deep voice.

“You?”

The middle-aged man shook his head and scoffed, “Who are you to substitute for him? I want him to kneel, not you, understand?”

“All you want to see is us kneeling, so what does it matter who kneels?” Liuyun retorted angrily.

“I’ll say it once more, I want him to kneel, not you. If you keep spouting nonsense, I’ll kill you first!” the middle-aged man said coldly.

“Move aside!”

Su Yunming pushed Liuyun away, his left leg also bending.

“Deputy Pavilion Master, no!”

Hong Chen and the others rushed over as well, grabbing Su Yunming’s arms to prevent him from kneeling.

Everyone knew that Su Yunming was Su Han’s father, and indirectly, Su Yunming held an even higher esteem in their hearts than Su Han.

While they revered Su Han as a Divine Spirit, they respected Su Yunming as Mount Tai.

Su Yunming had never treated them like mere subordinates. From the time they joined the God-Slaying Pavilion, Su Yunming’s demeanor had always been very kind, without a single instance of scolding or hitting.

This was something completely unheard of in other sects, especially since he was the Deputy Pavilion Master.

And at this moment, to kneel, to endure such humiliation, it was not something Su Yunming should bear!

“All of you, get lost!”

Su Yunming’s body shook with a surge of Cultivation Base, sending Hong Chen and the others flying aside.

“If you still regard me as your Deputy Pavilion Master, then shut your mouths and obey my command!”

Su Yunming’s gaze swept across everyone, then he turned and knelt down directly towards the middle-aged man and his group.

As he knelt, a faint noise came from the ground.

Though the sound was soft, in the ears of the God-Slaying Pavilion members, it was like thunder, assaulting their minds.

“Kowtow.”

Seeing Su Yunming kneel, the middle-aged man spoke again, indifferently.

Without another word, Su Yunming slowly lowered his head.

“I said to kowtow loudly!” the middle-aged man added.

The members of the God-Slaying Pavilion clenched their teeth in rage, knowing that they were deliberately making things difficult for Su Yunming.

But how could Su Yunming not know?

And what if they were making things difficult?

As long as there was a sliver of chance, he could not just watch idly as the people of the God-Slaying Pavilion continued to be killed.

For Su Yunming, as long as the people of the Pavilion were alive, what did it matter if he knelt or kowtowed loudly?

In his heart, what was his so-called dignity compared to the lives of the God-Slaying Pavilion members?

“Bang!”

There was a rock in front of him, and Su Yunming’s forehead struck it fiercely.

A hint of swelling appeared on his forehead.

“Keep kowtowing.”

The middle-aged man coldly stared at Su Yunming, saying dispassionately, “You don’t stop until I say you can stop.”