“Get away, get out! I did nothing wrong, what gives you the right? What gives you the right?”
Song Ge struggled fiercely, but it was futile. Her arms were tightly held, and she could only watch as they stripped her of Chongxu Temple’s token.
Finally, Song Ge couldn’t hold back. Tears welled in her eyes, streaming down her face.
She felt so wronged. A genius like her, courted by countless sects over the years, had rejected them all.
She believed that as long as she was loyal to Chongxu Temple, the temple would never betray her.
But today’s events shattered her illusions.
Her loyalty meant nothing in the face of the sect’s interests.
“Why? Why? What gives you the right to treat me like this?”
Song Ge’s voice broke, her cries of injustice echoing through the air.
Her sobs pained not only Chu Feng but also many of Chongxu Temple’s elders and disciples.
Yet they were powerless to change anything. No one dared to intervene or plead for her.
“On what grounds? On the grounds that you’ve done evil!”
“Take her away!” the Chongxu Temple Master shouted, pointing at Song Ge.
“Who dares touch her?!”
Suddenly, a voice thundered from the void.
Rumble—
The heavens and earth shook violently with that roar.
Many couldn’t even stand, stumbling and falling over each other.
“What was that? What just happened?”
A single shout had left many pale with fear.
Though they’d clearly heard the voice and its meaning, the sheer power behind it was terrifying, like the herald of doomsday.
Buzz—
The next moment, thunder roared, winds surged, and a mighty pressure descended from the sky.
As it landed, everyone felt as if they’d plunged into hell.
The pressure was overwhelming.
Be it disciples, elders, the Temple Master, or Zuo Ying’s father, all sensed its immense power.
It wasn’t just beyond Martial Immortal—it felt above Venerable.
They knew a single thought from this being could annihilate them all.
Most importantly, with the pressure came a figure, landing in the plaza—Old Freak Tang.
“Greetings, my lord!”
“Chongxu Temple didn’t know of your arrival and failed to receive you. Please forgive us!”
Seeing Old Freak Tang, the Temple Master immediately knelt.
Following suit, everyone else in Chongxu Temple dropped to their knees, including Zuo Ying’s father.
Even Song Ge, terrified, knelt instinctively.
She’d never felt such a powerful presence in her life.
But as she knelt, a strong hand lifted her up.
Looking up, she saw it was Chu Feng.
“Shura?”
“Shura, you’re here?”
Seeing Chu Feng, joy lit up Song Ge’s face. She quickly wiped her tears, afraid he’d see her distress.
“Hurry, you need to leave. Someone incredible is here,” she urged, pushing him to go.
She feared Chu Feng getting caught in this sudden crisis.
“Don’t be afraid. Look closely—who is that? Don’t you recognize him?” Chu Feng said.
Confused, Song Ge knew she didn’t know anyone this powerful.
Still, she looked.
“Uncle Tang?”
Seeing him clearly, her expression shifted dramatically.
As a lifelong resident of Qiuluo Village, how could she not recognize Old Freak Tang?
“What? Uncle Tang?”
“Song Ge, don’t be rude!” the Temple Master snapped, hearing her address Old Freak Tang so casually.
“Shut up!” Old Freak Tang roared.
His shout unleashed a gale, blasting the Temple Master several meters away.
Though unharmed, the Master trembled, not daring to stand. He knelt, kowtowing. “My lord, spare me! I meant no offense, please spare me!”
“Listen up. As of moments ago, she’s no longer part of your Chongxu Temple. None of you have the right to scold her.”
“Even if she were still yours, you’d have no right to scold her.”
Old Freak Tang’s voice was like thunder, cracking the void itself.
The people of Chongxu Temple trembled, some even wetting themselves in fear.
Even Song Ge paled, stunned.
She’d never witnessed such power.
It didn’t seem human—it was godlike.
A single expression, a single thought, could decide life and death.
Though this was the Uncle Tang she’d known for years, she now dared not speak to him.
She’d only just realized how terrifying he truly was.
“Ge’er, don’t be afraid. I’m here to stand up for you today.”
“No one can bully you anymore.”
“Because I, your father, am at the Supreme Realm.”
“Forget these weaklings—even in the entire Upper Realm of Reincarnation, no one can touch my daughter.”
Old Freak Tang approached Song Ge, his emotions raw, tears welling in his eyes as he spoke.
Yet his words were gentle, careful not to frighten his daughter.
“Supreme Realm? The legendary Supreme Realm?”
Hearing those words, the people of Chongxu Temple grew even more terrified.
The Supreme Realm was a godlike existence to them.
“Thank you, Uncle Tang…”
Seeing he was there to support her, Song Ge was shocked and overjoyed, feeling deeply honored.
But suddenly, her expression froze, as if struck dumb, her gaze locked on Old Freak Tang.
“Uncle Tang, what did you just say? You said you’re… what to me?” she asked, her voice trembling.
