236: Chapter 246 Ten Breaths

"Patriarch Bai Huang... you had better think this through!" Que Liusun gritted his teeth, forcibly steadying his mind, his voice cold and sinister.

"We are Disciples of the Saint, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect! If you dare to harm us today, once our Master is enraged, even if Saints cannot intervene during the Tribulation, he has his own ways to make your Tiger Clan vanish into thin air!"

Upon hearing this, Patriarch Bai Huang was not afraid; instead, he sneered, "Make the Tiger Clan vanish into thin air?! Hahaha... During the Tribulation, the might of the Saints is absent; what does the Tiger Clan have to fear?"

He continued, "You are nothing but a bunch of hypocrites who bully others by relying on their status! I will say this here and now: Get out! Get out of the Tiger Clan's territory immediately!"

"Otherwise... even if I am held in contempt by the Saints today, I will make the five of you stay here forever!"

As Patriarch Bai Huang's words fell, the entire White Tiger Hall instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The Elders of the Tiger Clan and the Grand Unity Golden Immortal experts trembled involuntarily upon hearing this.

The word 'Saint' was a supreme deterrent in the Primordial World. Even though the Tribulation had begun, and the Tribulation Qi entering their bodies had made them irritable and caused them to lose their rationality, their awe of the Saints had never truly dissipated.

The white-haired Grand Elder of the Tiger Clan had trembling lips, the veins on the back of his hand gripping his Magic Treasure bulging, and he murmured, "Saint... extermination..."

Another burly Elder had cold sweat seeping from his forehead, a flash of struggle and fear in his eyes.

However, in the very next moment, these Tiger Clan experts all took a step forward in unison!

Defying their fear of the Saints, they unleashed their full pressure and surged towards the five members of the Chan Sect.

Fear was fear, but since their Clan Leader had already initiated the confrontation, they, as Elders, naturally followed suit immediately. The Tribulation was inherently a place where danger and Opportunity coexisted.

If they were going to have the Disciples of the Saints stand on their heads and crap, they might as well give up this orthodox Opportunity!

Seeing this, a trace of approval flashed in Patriarch Bai Huang's eyes, and his voice thundered again: "Good, very good! You are worthy of being Elders of my clan!"

After praising them, Patriarch Bai Huang looked at Que Liusun and said with murderous intent: "The people before me are enemies of the Tiger Clan. If they are still here after ten breaths, I will personally suppress them!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of Que Liusun and the others turned as pale as paper.

Que Liusun's heart raced wildly. He forced himself to stay calm, gritted his teeth, and said sternly: "Patriarch Bai Huang! You dare..."

Patriarch Bai Huang was expressionless and spoke calmly: "Ten."

Que Liusun's face changed slightly, but he still maintained the airs of a Disciple of the Saint, raising his voice a little: "Patriarch Bai Huang, you must think this through! My Chan Sect is the orthodox sect of the Xuanmen, representing the orthodoxy of the Heavenly Dao! Your Tiger Clan is merely a Quasi-Saint clan. If you completely burn bridges with my Chan Sect, how will you stand firm in the future Tribulation? I can let bygones be bygones regarding today's events. As long as your Tiger Clan continues to offer thirty percent of your Luck, we will..."

Patriarch Bai Huang's voice was devoid of fluctuation: "Nine."

Cold sweat appeared on Que Liusun's forehead, but his words became increasingly urgent: "Patriarch Bai Huang! Do not make a mistake! How can you offend the majesty of the Saints? If we take a step back today, and your Tiger Clan also takes a step back, everyone will be happy. Why push things to the point of mutual destruction?"

Patriarch Bai Huang remained impassive: "Eight... seven..."

Seeing that the other party completely disregarded the 'Disciple of the Saint' act, the fear in Que Liusun's heart finally surged like a tide.

By the fifth breath, he could no longer care about his dignity, and his voice even carried a trace of fawning and panic: "Patriarch Bai Huang! It's a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! Regarding the top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure... we don't want it! We don't want anything! How about we cooperate normally? The thirty percent Luck remains the same, and we only want forty percent of the spoils... No! Thirty percent is enough! The matter of the Daoist Temple can also be discussed!"

Patriarch Bai Huang's eyes were cold, and he continued without pause: "Four... three..."

Seeing that Patriarch Bai Huang was completely unmoved, Que Liusun was furious inside but dared not act on it. He could only grit his teeth, his face turning from blue to white to red, and his Primordial Spirit trembling faintly.

Master Lingbao and the other three were already so frightened they were silent as cicadas, shrinking behind him without daring to breathe.

The countdown continued.

With two breaths left, Que Liusun finally completely collapsed. His voice was nearly a roar, yet carried deep humiliation: "We don't want it! We don't want anything!! Resources, Spirit Treasures, we will go grab them ourselves!! The Tiger Clan does not need to pay any price! Let's continue to cooperate!!"

Just as he finished speaking, Patriarch Bai Huang raised his hand and waved it lightly. "Stop."

The Tiger Clan's Elders and experts stopped in unison. The massive killing intent instantly receded by more than half, yet they still kept the five members of the Chan Sect firmly locked, ready to erupt again at any moment.

Patriarch Bai Huang stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the disheveled Que Liusun, a mocking sneer curling the corner of his mouth: "Wouldn't it have been better to just do this from the start? You had to make me count to this point before you were willing to tuck your tails. Disciples of the Saint... are nothing more than this."

Que Liusun's chest heaved violently, the resentment in his eyes almost spitting fire, but he could only suppress it firmly, saying nothing. Master Lingbao and the others were even more ashamed and angry, wishing they could crawl into a hole in the ground.

Patriarch Bai Huang's gaze was like a knife, sweeping across the five of them, his voice cold and merciless: "Since you want to continue cooperating, then make a Heavenly Dao oath. I do not trust the empty promises of you Disciples of the Chan Sect."

Que Liusun's expression changed abruptly, and he gritted his teeth: "Patriarch Bai Huang, you... are going too far!"

Patriarch Bai Huang's eyes sharpened, the murderous intent reappearing, and he said coldly: "Two."

Que Liusun trembled all over and dared not say another word.

He took a deep breath, enduring the overwhelming humiliation in his heart, exchanged a glance with the four behind him, and together they bowed to the heavens: "Heavenly Dao is above!"

"We, Que Liusun, Master Lingbao, Venerable Daoxing, Daoist Cihang, and Golden Immortal Samantabhadra of the Chan Sect, take an oath here today."

"We will assist the Tiger Clan in seizing the Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao fruit position, not seeking any Spirit Treasure or Luck as payment from the Tiger Clan, but only the Heavenly Dao Karma that descends when the final Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao fruit position arrives."

As soon as the words fell, Patriarch Bai Huang sneered and interrupted directly: "Add one sentence: unless the Tiger Clan is destroyed or loses its competitive strength, you cannot backstab the Tiger Clan."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the five Chan Sect members instantly became even uglier.

Que Liusun's fists clenched until they 'clicked', but in the end, he dared not resist and could only grit his teeth and add: "...Unless the Tiger Clan is destroyed or thoroughly loses its competitive strength, we cannot betray the Tiger Clan! Otherwise, may our bodies die and our Dao vanish, our Primordial Spirit extinguished, and we shall not enter Reincarnation."

A weak strand of Zixiao Divine Thunder appeared out of thin air and fell into the Primordial Spirits of the five.

The Heavenly Dao oath was officially established.

Somewhere in the void, it seemed as if invisible shackles had been placed upon their Primordial Spirits.

Patriarch Bai Huang nodded with satisfaction, a look of playfulness and mockery on his face: "Very good. Now that is more like it. If you had known this would happen, why be so greedy before?"

Patriarch Bai Huang waved his hand, his voice calm: "Someone, take the five Fellow Daoists of the Chan Sect to the VIP Daoist Temple to rest. Be sure to treat them well and do not neglect them."

The Tiger Clan's handmaidens responded in unison, immediately stepped forward, and made a respectful 'please' gesture.

The five members of the Chan Sect had ashen faces but could only bite the bullet and follow.

On the way, Venerable Daoxing finally couldn't help but lower his voice and transmit his voice: "Senior Brother, why didn't we just leave? With our status, why must we suffer such extreme humiliation?"

Master Lingbao, Daoist Cihang, and Golden Immortal Samantabhadra also cast inquiring glances upon hearing this, their eyes filled with both resentment and confusion.