Seeing Tang Ying's grip on his black sword, Mo Tang smiled slightly.
"Brother Tang, rest assured, I mean no harm."
"Senior Sword Venerable, there's no need to rush. Please hear me out."
A wry smile appeared on the Sword Venerable's face. "No, I can't accept your address of 'senior'!"
He couldn't even withstand a single glance from the other party; this was a huge blow to the Sword Venerable.
Well, actually, Mo Tang wasn't as strong as the Sword Venerable thought, but in terms of sheer presence, Mo Tang held a natural advantage.
Mo Tang didn't respond, continuing, "The people of Zhongzhou have always sung: 'One Palace, One Tower, Two Sects, Three Valleys, Four Directions Pavilion…'
Although my Four Directions Pavilion is somewhat famous, do we really deserve to be compared to those forces?
Moreover, this Zhongzhou land is teeming with powerful individuals, and there are countless forces stronger than the Two Sects and Three Valleys. What is my Four Directions Pavilion among them? It's nothing but a laughingstock!"
Putting aside everything else, even any one of the three lower sects under the Tianming Sect is far stronger than the Four Directions Pavilion, so Mo Tang has always had a strong opinion about this ranking.
He feels that the Four Directions Pavilion was just used to fill the quota and for rhyming purposes…
"The Four Directions Pavilion's weakness lies in its foundation, its weakness in its strong individuals…" Mo Tang's gaze swept across the entire room, his voice slightly emphasizing.
"For a strong person, this is no problem... I am not very talented, but I now possess the strength of a mid-stage Seven-Star Dou Zun, and I believe I can live up to the title of a strong person.
Before Mo Tang finished speaking, even Lei Zun below stood up in shock.
A Seven-Star Dou Zun?!
Although almost everyone present knew that this young man had killed Bing Zun, Bing He, and Tian Shuangzi, no one knew his exact level.
Originally, Lei Zun had assumed that since Mo Tang could easily kill Bing He, he must have the strength of a Five-Star Dou Zun, and with the powerful bloodline of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix, killing Bing He instantly wouldn't be difficult.
But who could have imagined that he had underestimated his disciple...
He had actually reached a level that he dared not even imagine! Truly—terrifying!
Seeing the shocked expressions on the three old monsters' faces, Mo Tang smiled slightly. "I'm not saying this to show off, but simply to give everyone a little confidence."
"With me, plus the four Dou Zun of the Four Directions Pavilion, it's enough to elevate our Four Directions Pavilion to a level comparable to the Two Sects...
Furthermore, with our four families united, even our weaker foundation is enough to rival those great sects with a thousand-year history. Therefore, merging the four pavilions is entirely beneficial, and I can't think of any reason why you seniors would object..."
Well, even Lei Zun himself didn't believe this, let alone the others.
However, believing or not believing is one thing, choosing is another...
Sometimes, whether something is beneficial to oneself needs to be viewed dialectically.
Just like Feng Zun, if he wanted to avenge Yao Chen, then merging the sects now might not be a bad choice.
Of course, the premise is that Mo Tang has to promise to help him attack the Soul Palace in the future!
As for Sword Venerable, although he had no intention of using the other party, the situation was beyond his control. Now that the young man above had revealed his fangs, could he, an old man, really stop the other party's greed?
Sword Venerable had serious doubts…
"Since Venerable Mo wants the Four Directions Pavilion to merge, why are only three pavilions present? Why aren't the people from the Yellow Springs Pavilion here?"
Sword Venerable changed the subject and asked.
Mo Tang's words caught Sword Venerable off guard, so now he needed to stall for time and carefully consider how to deal with the situation.
However, his plan was somewhat unsuccessful…
Just as Sword Venerable finished speaking, a rather triumphant voice suddenly rang out from outside.
"Who said my Yellow Springs Pavilion didn't come?"
As soon as the words fell, a group of people dressed in black robes adorned with Yellow Springs patterns hurriedly entered from outside the hall...
The one leading them was none other than Wang Chen, the personal disciple of Yellow Springs Venerable!
However, Wang Chen at this moment was completely different from when he was at the Four Pavilions Conference. His ferocious aura indicated that he was now a One-Star Dou Zun!
"This...?!"
The three Venerables were shocked again, suddenly having the feeling that "are all the juniors these days so terrifying?"...
Among those present, perhaps only Mo Tang was completely unsurprised by this.
"Greetings, Venerable Mo!"
Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Wang Chen came before Mo Tang, bowed deeply, and said "Greetings," clearly treating him as Mo Tang's subordinate...
Obviously, this once again shocked everyone.
What's going on? When did Yellow Springs Pavilion get subdued by Mo Tang?
Even Thunder Venerable hadn't expected this scene.
After paying his respects to Mo Tang, Wang Chen simply sat down in an empty seat in the Yellow Springs Pavilion, his expression unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed the surprised and suspicious gazes.
"Wang Chen, why did you come to the Yellow Springs Pavilion? Where is your master, Old Monster Yellow Springs?" Sword Venerable asked, frowning.
Although the other was also a Dou Zun, he was clearly just a novice who had broken into the Dou Zun realm, unable even to control his aura, so Sword Venerable naturally wouldn't be polite to him.
Wang Chen's demeanor was completely different from during the Four Pavilions Conference; he seemed to have lost that sinister and ruthless nature, and instead displayed a more composed demeanor.
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Sword Venerable. However, my master suffered a qi deviation during cultivation and has passed away. Now, I, the junior, have taken over the Yellow Springs Pavilion..."
These words made Sword Venerable's heart skip a beat again.
What qi deviation, what passing away…
If Old Monster Yellow Springs were really that easy to die, he wouldn't have reached this point today!
It was obvious that the other party had been sabotaged...
The Sword Venerable glanced briefly at the smiling young man at the head of the table, and couldn't help but think to himself, "Truly ruthless!"
Although swordsmen are known for their unyielding nature, for the Sword Venerable now, the lives of thousands of people in his Myriad Swords Pavilion rested on his shoulders. Could he really push them all into the abyss of hell with his own hands?
Looking at his fearless disciple before him, the Sword Venerable was certain that if he chose to resist, this disciple would be the first to charge forward...
and then what?
With a slight sigh, the Sword Venerable, who had been stubborn for most of his life, suddenly felt he had come to a realization.
"Perhaps, this isn't necessarily a bad thing for the disciples of the Myriad Swords Pavilion..."
the Sword Venerable comforted himself.
However, this incident would leave a lingering resentment in his heart, making him forever wary of Mo Tang, and resolving that wouldn't be easy. (