MM Racing Chapter 28 You have to pick the softest persimmon.
Chapter 28 You have to pick the softest persimmon.
Chapter 28 You have to pick the softest persimmon.
"you--!!"
Demon Bear Douluo's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, his fists clenched tightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Even if he was too arrogant at the time, thinking that Tang Hao was only level 84 while he, a dignified level 93 Title Douluo, could easily subdue Tang Hao!
As a result, that kid actually used Haotian True Form and Exploding Ring right away, severely injuring him with just one strike!
Then he fled far away and his whereabouts are unknown!
But no matter what, for a titled Douluo to have his leg broken by a Soul Douluo is the greatest humiliation of his life and the scar he least wants to be mentioned.
Now that the new pope has exposed him in public, it's like throwing his face on the ground and trampling on it.
"Let's talk about the unity of the Haotian Sect."
Bibi Dong didn't give everyone a chance to catch their breath and continued: "Afterwards, the former Pope Qian Xunji issued an edict denouncing the Haotian Sect and demanding that they hand over Tang Hao and that soul beast."
"What happened back then?"
"Tang Hao's old, morbid father was already terminally ill. Upon hearing this news and being unable to find his filial son, he died of anger."
"If Tang Xiao hadn't just broken through to level 90 and become a Title Douluo, barely stabilizing the situation, guess what those elders of the Clear Sky Sect would have done?"
"Would they fight the Spirit Hall to the death for that rebellious son Tang Hao? Or would they sell out Tang Hao to protect their sect?"
Bibi Dong surveyed the room, her eyes filled with sarcasm: "All of you here are old foxes who have lived for decades. Can't you see through this?"
"You're truly living in the past, living in the shadow of that old monster, Tang Chen!"
"Back then, with Tang Chen in charge, the Haotian Sect was indeed the best in the world, and even the Grand Elders had to avoid its sharp edge. The disciples of the Haotian Sect at that time were all fearless and united."
"But what about now?"
Bibi Dong slammed her hand on the table, her voice suddenly rising: "Tang Chen is gone!"
"Missing for so many years, neither alive nor dead! The current Haotian Sect is nothing but a toothless tiger!"
"Although Tang Xiao is a Title Douluo, he is indecisive and more inclined to maintain the status quo than to make a breakthrough. As for those elders—"
Bibi Dong curled her lip in disdain: "They're just a bunch of selfish, self-serving old codgers who only know how to bully their own kind."
"I can say this right here!"
"As soon as the Spirit Hall's army presses in, as soon as our swords are at their throats..."
"It won't be long before those so-called tough guys announce that Tang Hao has been expelled from the sect!"
"They will say: Killing Qian Xunji was Tang Hao's personal act, and has nothing to do with the Clear Sky Sect! They are innocent, they are victims!"
"To protect themselves, they will not hesitate to abandon Tang Hao, their affiliated clans, and even their dignity!"
"This is the Haotian Sect as it is now!"
"A bunch of cowards who are all bark and no bite, only knowing how to eke out a living!"
The crowd looked at each other, their fear gradually replaced by doubt and contemplation.
Yes.
They fear the Haotian Sect because they fear Tang Chen, who was once invincible. After all, that guy left them with too much of a shadow. Who among them dares to say that they are confident they can withstand a single move from Tang Chen?
No! Not a single one would dare say such a thing!
The only one in the Spirit Hall who can stop Tang Chen is Qian Daoliu!
But if we set aside Tang Chen and strip away the halo of "the number one sect in the world," is the Haotian Sect really that terrifying now?
If a sect can abandon even its own sons and brothers, does it still have the fighting spirit to "fight to the death"?
"Your Holiness the Pope—"
The Ghost Douluo, Ghostly Demon, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, "What you say makes sense, but what if we make the wrong bet? What if the Clear Sky Sect is truly pushed to the brink and resorts to desperate measures—"
"bet?"
Bibi Dong glanced at him: "Elder Ghost, I never gamble."
"Because I have already prepared a great gift for them that they will have no choice but to submit."
"What amazing gift?" Ghost was taken aback.
"I will personally write a letter to Tang Xiao," Bibi Dong said calmly.
"Tell him: As long as the Haotian Sect announces its closure and seclusion, hands over its four affiliated clans, and publicly removes Tang Hao from the list."
"I might consider sparing the Haotian Sect's life."
"If you were Tang Xiao, facing the overwhelming army of the Spirit Hall, the pressure from its own elders, and a life-or-death decision—"
Bibi Dong looked down at the elders, her eyes flashing with a cold light that seemed to see right through human nature: "Would you choose to die for a younger brother who has already committed a terrible crime, or would you choose to cut your losses and save the sect?"
The entire room fell silent.
All the elders silently asked themselves this question.
The answer is self-evident.
If it were them, they would also choose the latter.
Because everyone here is intelligent and has vested interests.
Intelligent people know best how to maximize benefits and minimize harm.
"and----"
Bibi Dong's voice rang out again, "In this battle, none of you here need to take any risks."
"Of the four single-attribute sects, we can pick on the weakest one."
"And of these four cases, who is the easiest to handle?"
Bibi Dong extended her index finger, drew a circle in the air, and finally pointed to the Min clan's settlement on the map.
"The sensitive clan!"
"These guys, besides being fast, they don't have any other skills. Any few powerful, offensive Contra Bishops could easily crush them."
"What's even more amazing is that Bai He, the patriarch of the Min clan, is Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's maternal uncle. The two brothers' mother was from the Min clan."
"This blood relationship is so strong that even if the bones are broken, the tendons are still connected."
"If the Haotian Sect truly possesses even the slightest bit of courage and genuinely wishes to rescue one of the clans, their primary target will undoubtedly be the Min clan!"
"Because they are their relatives, their elders!"
"so----"
Bibi Dong slammed her hand on the table, her eyes flashing with a sharp light: "We don't need to disperse our forces to play hide-and-seek with the Haotian Sect. We just need to put all our most elite forces on the Min Clan's front!"
"As for the other three races? Just send a few people to harass them, just to make a show of it."
"As long as we keep them occupied and create the illusion that they are being crushed by the Spirit Hall and are on the verge of death, that will be enough. There is no need to fight to the death."
At this point, Bibi Dong surveyed the entire room, looking at the elders who were still somewhat hesitant, a hint of undisguised mockery on her face: "What? You were worried about being defeated one by one just now, but now that I've concentrated all my forces together, you still don't dare?"
"If everyone is really so afraid of facing the Clear Sky Sect's support—"
Bibi Dong sneered, slowly standing up. Her golden papal robes gleamed under the lamplight: "Then I will personally oversee things!"
"I will personally lead Elders Kiku and Oni to the Minichi clan's territory!"
"If Tang Xiao dares to come, I will deal with him personally!"
"If those elders dare to come, I will personally send them on their way!"
"As for everyone here—"
Bibi Dong's gaze swept over Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, and the others, her tone filled with contempt: "You just need to go and stroll around the other three houses, use a few soul skills to scare them a little. If those old fogies dare to come out, you run away; if they don't dare to come out, you can take advantage of the situation."
"Surely this kind of work, where you're winning big and picking up scraps, can't be considered dangerous, right?"
"If you're afraid of even this—"
Bibi Dong shook her head and let out a long sigh.
"Then let's not fight this battle, and let's not avenge Qian Xunji."
"What kind of revenge could a bunch of cowardly cowards, only good for bullying their own kind, have?"
"Why don't we pack up now, prepare a generous gift, and all go to the entrance of the Haotian Sect to kneel down and beg for mercy!"
""
"We beg Sect Leader Tang Xiao to have mercy and spare our lives!"
"As for this Pope—"
Bibi Dong suddenly slammed the scepter on the table with a loud crash, startling several elders who trembled.
"I'm resigning!"
"Leading a bunch of cowards into battle is worse than going home and sleeping!"
"Shameful!!"
These last two words were like a resounding slap in the face to every Title Douluo present.
Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone these usually aloof titled Douluo?
Being called a coward and a piece of trash by a junior who is not even thirty years old, and then having to kneel down and beg for mercy?
Who can tolerate this?!
"Your Holiness the Pope is too kind!"
Demon Bear Douluo finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up, his face flushed, and said, "Although I am not strong enough, I am still an elder of the Spirit Hall! How could I be a coward who fears death?!"
"Since Your Majesty dares to personally oversee the most dangerous Min clan, what is there for us to fear in dealing with the other three clans?!"
"That's right!"
Ghost Leopard Douluo followed closely behind, saying, "That old gorilla from the Power Clan, I've wanted to meet him for a long time! This time, I'll definitely break his bones!"
"Your subordinate is willing to go!"
"I am also willing to go!"
The crowd was immediately outraged.
Whether it was because they were genuinely provoked, felt humiliated by the insults, or simply wanted to save face in front of the "arrogant" pope.
Even Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't say anything in this atmosphere, otherwise he would really become the coward Bibi Dong was talking about!
Being called a coward by a woman who is not even thirty years old is something that no one present could accept!