388: It's time for reckoning! Even living off a woman can lead to incredible success!

Su Mo's words, "This is my wife," were like a high-yield nuclear bomb, blasting the values of all the big shots present into dust.

The two thunder beast walnuts in the hand of the Head of the Lei Family clattered to the ground, rolling to Su Mo's feet.

The elegant face of the Head of the Long Family twitched as if he had facial nerve necrosis.

As for that old ghost from the Ye Family, he shrank his body deeper into the shadows, wishing he could turn into air on the spot.

Main God Level 205!

This isn't hugging a thigh; this is hugging a pillar that reaches the heavens!

Su Mo enjoyed this feeling of being the "center of attention."

He patted Anastasia's hand back carelessly.

"Alright, stop making such a face, it's scary."

Su Mo said with a smile, "We are all family, pull back your pressure."

Anastasia gave him a helpless glance, her silver-gray eyes filled with indulgence.

She waved her sleeve gently, and the terrifying, suffocating sensation that had been pressing down on everyone's hearts, making them want to kneel and beg for mercy, dissipated by more than half.

"Hoo—"

A uniform sound of gasping echoed through the hall.

Those family ancestors, who were usually high and mighty and could cause an earthquake in the Xia Kingdom just by stomping their feet, were sweating profusely, and the way they looked at Su Mo changed.

It was no longer looking at a lucky junior, but at a... youth with a terrifying background.

"Ahem."

Su Mo cleared his throat and, taking the initiative, walked to the side of the main seat in the center of the hall.

That was originally the seat of Director Qin Tian, but he didn't act like an outsider at all, sat down with a thud, and even pulled Anastasia to sit on his lap... on the armrest next to him.

There was no other way; his wife's aura was too strong, and he was afraid the chair would fall apart if she sat on his lap.

Su Mo crossed his legs, his gaze swept around the hall, and finally fixed on the five family heads, as well as... a middle-aged man standing in the corner who hadn't dared to make a sound.

The man was wearing a Tang suit and had a calm demeanor; he was the head of the Li Family, one of the three top families in the Xia Kingdom, Li Daozong.

"Lei Family, Long Family, Xiao Family, Ye Family, Chu Family..."

Su Mo read out the names one by one as if ordering food, "And Head of the Li Family."

"Everyone, stay, shall we sit down and chat?"

It was a tone of discussion, but combined with the Queen who was playing with the abyss: the end of the demon dragon emperor, this was absolutely an irresistible imperial edict.

"Chat! Of course we should chat!"

The Head of the Lei Family was the first to react, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, "Young Master Su... oh no, Master Su! If you have any instructions, just say it! Our Lei Family's boy has been taken care of by you, and from now on, we are all family!"

Just kidding!

Although the black mark on his son's brow was obscure, how could he, as a father, not see it?

That was definitely some kind of deadly restriction! Plus this Main God Level wife... if he didn't lick her boots now, was he waiting to be exterminated?

The Head of the Long Family glanced at Long Xiya, who was standing behind Su Mo with lowered eyes, and although there were stormy waves in his heart, he quickly put on a gentle, elder-like face.

"Nephew Su... truly a dragon among men. Shia is a stubborn child, thanks to you."

The other families also expressed their stance.

Only...

There were two people in the crowd who were lowering their heads and trying to slip away among the representatives of the small families who were preparing to leave.

"Eh? Those two."

Su Mo's voice suddenly rose a few notches, carrying a hint of cat-and-mouse playfulness.

"Head of the Wang Family, Head of the Zhao Family, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Is your house on fire?"

Wang Zhen, the Head of the Wang Family, and Zhao Wuji, the Head of the Zhao Family, who were just about to step over the threshold, stiffened.

Their faces turned pale, and cold sweat streamed down their temples.

Their two families had a blood feud with Su Mo!

The eldest young master of the Wang Family, Wang Jie, and the second young master of the Zhao Family, had both truly fallen at the hands of Su Mo!

Just a moment ago, they were still calculating how to kill Su Mo and seize the national guardian artifact.

But now...

His wife is a Main God Level!

How could they play this?!

"Su... Young Master Su..."

Wang Zhen turned around stiffly, his usually dignified face full of ingratiation and fear, looking more uncomfortable than if he had eaten a fly.

"That... there really is an urgent matter at home, the soup is still stewing on the stove..."

"Stewing soup?"

Su Mo raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly, his pitch-black eyes flashing with dangerous light, "I think it's Meng Po soup, right?"

"Young Master Wang is quite lonely down there, shouldn't the Head of the Wang Family go accompany him?"

"Thump!"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Zhen's legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.

This wasn't a metaphor; this was a naked death threat!

Zhao Wuji next to him was so scared he trembled into a ball, unable to even speak clearly:

"Su... Master Su, spare my life! That was a misunderstanding before! It was all because the children were ignorant..."

"Misunderstanding?" The smile on Su Mo's face vanished, becoming incomparably cold.

He slammed the armrest, the force wasn't great, but to everyone's ears, it sounded like a thunderclap.

"On top of Panlong Mountain, your Wang Family sent five second-turn elites, plus an 80th-level elder to kill me!"

"Before the Contest of Ten Thousand Nations dungeon, people from your two families humiliated me in public in the hall, and even wanted to throw my women out to feed the zombies!"

"After entering the dungeon, your heirs teamed up with foreigners to try to kill our Xia Kingdom team!"

Every time Su Mo spoke, the murderous intent on his body grew heavier.

He stood up and walked step by step to the two people kneeling on the ground, looking down at them expressionlessly, as if looking at two bugs that could be crushed at any time.

"Now you tell me it's a misunderstanding?"

"Do you think I, Su Mo, am stupid, or do you think... the blade in my hand is not fast enough?"

Following Su Mo's words, Anastasia, who was standing behind him, also cast her silver-gray eyes over at the right time.

Just a single glance.

"Crack!"

The high-strength alloy floor under Wang Zhen and Zhao Wuji's knees instantly cracked with countless fine fissures!

A terrifying pressure from the depths of their souls made their internal organs wail, as if they would be crushed into meat paste in the next second!

"No! We don't dare! We don't dare!"

Wang Zhen was terrified out of his wits, kowtowing frantically, breaking his forehead, and blood stained the floor.

"Master Su! Ancestor Su! We know we were wrong! We really know we were wrong!"

"We are willing to compensate! All the assets of the Wang Family! All the resources! As long as you speak, we will have no objections! Just please raise your hand high and let us go like a fart!"

Zhao Wuji also cried and howled: "Yes, yes, yes! The Zhao Family is also willing! I have a Mythical grade piece of equipment... no, two pieces! All filial piety to you!"

Watching these big shots who usually called the wind and rain in the capital, lying on the ground begging for mercy like two dogs with broken spines.

The family heads who stayed to watch the show felt complex to the extreme.

This is strength!

This is background!

Even if Su Mo himself is just a young man who just reached the second turn, as long as that person stands behind him, who in this world... dares not give him face?

What is called eating soft rice?

This is called eating soft rice and finding a path to the heavens!

Su Mo looked at the two shivering lumps of meat on the ground, and a playful arc hooked at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't agree immediately, nor did he refuse.

Instead, he flipped his hand.

Buzz—!

A small cauldron emitting nine-colored flowing light appeared in his palm out of thin air.

[nine provinces cauldron]!

national guardian artifact!

Once this thing came out, the air in the whole hall became a bit viscous, and the thick breath of national destiny made everyone's breathing stagnate.

Su Mo played with the small cauldron in his hand, his eyes scanning back and forth between Wang Zhen and Zhao Wuji.

"Compensation?"

"I really don't think much of your scrap metal."

"However..."

Su Mo changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat weird.

"I'm not the kind of unreasonable person."

"Since you are so sincere, then I will... give you a chance."

Hearing this, Wang Zhen and Zhao Wuji raised their heads abruptly, and a wild joy of surviving a disaster erupted in their eyes.

"Thank you, Master Su! Thank you, Master Su!"

"From now on, you are our reborn parents!"

However.

They didn't see.

Under Su Mo's lowered eyelids, the nine provinces cauldron was emitting bursts of... scorching heat that only the holder could sense.

[Warning! Strong hostility detected!]

[Target: Wang Zhen, Zhao Wuji!]

[Hostility level: Extremely high (Surface submission, inner murderous intent is monstrous)!]

Su Mo looked at the blood-red font jumping on his retina, and the cold sneer in his heart deepened.

Sure enough.

A dog can't change its habit of eating poop.

How could the old foxes of the big families be so easily sincerely submissive?

The kowtowing and begging for mercy now is just a temporary measure.

Once Anastasia is not around, these people will definitely counterattack at the first time and tear him to shreds without leaving a residue.

"Since you are so sincere..."

A brilliant smile appeared on Su Mo's face, a smile so innocent and harmless.

He turned around and blinked at the Queen who was bored beside the main seat.

"Wife."

"These two guys said they knew they were wrong and wanted me to forgive them."

Anastasia raised her eyelids, glanced at the two on the ground, and her voice was lazy: "So? Do you want to let them go?"

"Let them go? That's so boring."

Su Mo walked to Anastasia's side, leaned into her ear, and whispered:

"I want to do an experiment."

"This broken cauldron has a passive skill called 'Imperial Authority'. It says that whoever is hostile to me will be backlashed by the national destiny, losing 1% of their health every second."

"But this skill has a prerequisite: it must be 'openly revealing hostility'."

"These two old foxes are acting like grandsons now, hiding their hostility in their hearts, so this skill won't trigger."

Su Mo smiled wickedly and pointed at the two on the ground.

"Wife, can you help me with something?"

"Don't kill them."

"Just beat them until... they only have one last drop of blood left."

"I want to see, in that state of near-death, can the hatred hidden in their bones... still be hidden?"

"Can you... help me save some effort and let them kill themselves?"