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Chapter 103 The Lower Four Sects Return to the Heart

"Long Chen, Qi Xue, Ji Juechen, Dugu Bo, you will personally bring the sect leaders of these four sects to me to report back later." Ling Han withdrew his oppressive aura, and his tone returned to calm.

"Yes, young master!" Long Chen and the others bowed and accepted the order.

Hu Yanzhen and the others rose and, under Niu Gao's command, with mixed feelings, walked towards the two beast god pavilions that symbolized submission and rebirth, like a migrating herd of beasts.

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Inside the main hall of the Beast God Pavilion.

Ling Han sat upright on the cold, icy throne, his posture languid yet exuding an undeniable majesty.

Wang Qiu'er and Wang Dong'er sat on the large throne, one on each side of Ling Han.

Ling Han's arm naturally encircled Wang Dong'er's slender, supple waist, which exuded a faint fragrance. His other hand held Wang Qiu'er's small hand, which had distinct knuckles and was full of strength. His fingertips unconsciously caressed the back of her hand, feeling its warmth and firmness.

The three men were behaving intimately, as if the person about to arrive below was not the leader of a faction, but merely an insignificant subject.

Wang Dong'er was whispering something in Ling Han's ear with a grin when Ling Han lowered his head and lightly kissed her smooth forehead, making her giggle.

Although Wang Qiu'er was aloof, she slightly turned her head and placed a brief but clear kiss on Ling Han's lips, her golden dragon eyes carrying a possessive meaning.

The hall was filled with a beautiful atmosphere that was difficult for outsiders to enter.

Finally, the heavy palace doors were pushed open, and under the "escort" of Long Chen, Qi Xue, Ji Juechen, and Dugu Bo, the four sect leaders—Hu Yanzhen, the sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect; Huo Yan, the sect leader of the Fire Leopard Sect; Feng Bailong, the sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect; and Hu Qianxing, the sect leader of the Black Tiger Sect—entered the hall, which symbolized the highest power of the Beast God Pavilion, with complex expressions and a hint of restraint and awe.

"Young Master, the person has been brought." Long Chen and the other three bowed.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work. Mission accomplished, go and rest. Report back later." Ling Han waved his hand casually, his gaze not even immediately leaving Wang Dong'er's pretty face.

"Yes!" Long Chen and the other three responded and withdrew, leaving the space to Ling Han and the other two on the throne, as well as the four sect leaders of His Highness.

Only after the palace doors closed again did Ling Han slowly raise his head. His icy blue eyes, like the purest ice, calmly swept over the four people standing below with their hands at their sides.

That gaze wasn't sharp, but it carried a penetrating power that made Hu Yanzhen and the others tense up, feeling as if all their pretense and thoughts had been seen through.

Ling Han didn't speak, but maintained the posture of embracing Wang Qiu'er and Wang Dong'er. An invisible pressure quietly spread throughout the hall.

Wang Qiu'er's golden dragon eyes looked down indifferently, exuding a natural dragon's might; Wang Dong'er, on the other hand, put away her playful smile, her pink and blue butterfly wings slightly folded, and her eyes scrutinized.

"Sect Leaders," Ling Han's voice broke the silence, his icy blue eyes sweeping over the four, sharp enough to pierce their hearts, "the submission of the Lower Four Sects has greatly increased the Beast God Pavilion's power, a cause for celebration. But..."

His tone shifted abruptly, turning icy: "But I know very well how much of this so-called loyalty is forced upon us, and how much is genuine?"

"I understand that you may all harbor resentment, bitterness, or even... disloyalty!"

"Uncle Long and his men have harder fists than you. That's why you knelt down."

"It's nothing. That's just how the rules are on the mainland: the strong prey on the weak."

“However, since you’ve knelt down and sworn an oath, then remember—” Ling Han’s gaze, like a tangible ice spike, pierced the four of them:
"The rules of the Beast God Pavilion are ironclad! The will of this Pavilion Master is the will of Heaven!"

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"

"Anyone who dares to outwardly comply while inwardly defying, secretly colluding with others, or harboring even the slightest disloyalty..."

He paused slightly, and a chilling killing intent swept through the entire hall like a cold wave!

Hu Yanzhen and the others felt as if their blood was about to freeze, and their martial spirits were trembling!

"Hmph!" Wang Dong'er snorted coldly at the right moment, clenched her fist lightly, and nine spirit rings instantly rose from beneath her feet!

Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Red! Red!
Seven deep, abyss-like ten-thousand-year soul rings, and two crimson, hundred-thousand-year soul rings symbolizing absolute power!

The terrifying soul pressure, mixed with the holy and domineering aura of light, pressed down on the hearts of the four sect leaders like a mountain!
Wang Dong'er raised her head, revealing an innocent and radiant smile. Her delicate little fist gently shook, her voice clear and melodious, but the words she uttered sent chills down the spines of the four:

"Yes, yes! My husband is the most generous of all!"

"If you dare to disobey or make any trouble, your husband will at most give you a quick death, a sword strike or a palm strike, clean and tidy!"

She tilted her head, her big eyes blinking, as if she were saying something interesting:

"But, Qiu'er and I are different!"

"We have plenty of time and patience, take your time playing~ We guarantee you'll experience... what it truly means to wish you were dead!"

"Hehe!" That "hehe" sound, coupled with her stunningly beautiful face, sent chills down the spines of Hu Yanzhen and the others, and their backs were instantly soaked with cold sweat!
Although Wang Qiu'er did not release her spirit rings, the icy sharpness that flashed in her golden dragon eyes was more threatening than any words!

It's as if she's saying: Anyone who dares to touch my husband will regret ever being born!
Hu Yanzhen, Huo Yan, Feng Bailong, and Hu Qianxing's faces turned deathly pale instantly!

Wang Dong'er's terrifying soul ring configuration and the undisguised cruelty in her words made their souls tremble!
They had no doubt that this seemingly beautiful lady of the pavilion would definitely keep her word!

The atmosphere inside the hall plummeted to freezing point, with despair and fear spreading through the hearts of the four sect leaders.

Just then, the icy killing intent on Ling Han's face melted away like spring snow. He gently patted Wang Dong'er's hand, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and reproach, yet also seeming to soothe her: "Dong'er, what nonsense are you talking about?" He turned his gaze to the four people below, his voice much calmer:

“Since the four sect leaders have sworn allegiance in public, I naturally trust them.”

"What Dong'er said just now was just a young girl's playful joke, don't take it to heart."

"If you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them. As long as you are loyal to the Beast God Pavilion, I will not treat you unfairly."

His words not only labeled Wang Dong'er's actions as "mischief," but also gave the four sect leaders a way out, as if the previous threats were just a little girl's joke.

Slap me, and I'll give you an incredibly smooth step.

But how could the four not understand the underlying message?
Hu Yanzhen and the other three felt a bitter taste in their mouths, knowing that Ling Han was forcing them to take a stand. They quickly bowed, their voices filled with urgency and fear:
(End of this chapter)