Chapter 6842
The Boss Knelt Down?
"This...what the hell is going on?"
One of the elderly men couldn't help but mutter to himself, his voice filled with confusion and bewilderment.
The other old man didn't speak, but shook his head helplessly, his eyes also filled with confusion.
They all knew that everything that happened today would become a mystery they could never unravel.
"Squeak-"
The sharp, piercing sound, like a blade slicing through the silent night sky, instantly shattered the eerie and oppressive silence in the corridor.
This heavy mahogany door, usually so calm and quiet, seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force at this moment. Before Di Tianyan could even reach out to push it, it was slowly pulled open from the inside.
As the door slowly opened, a faint, almost imperceptible aroma of tea wafted out of the private room, mingling with the previously stagnant air in the corridor, but failing to ease the extremely tense atmosphere.
All eyes were drawn to the slowly opening door, as if by a magnet.
The next second, a figure was clearly exposed to everyone's sight in the corridor.
He was a young man dressed in black cloth. Although the fabric was not luxurious, it was well-tailored, making his figure appear as upright as a pine tree.
His face was handsome, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and strong lips. He should have had a pleasing appearance, but at this moment he had a somewhat impatient expression.
The slightly upturned corners of his mouth revealed a kind of unruliness and arrogance, as if he disdained everything in front of him.
It was Xiao Chen!
"You're finally here."
Xiao Chen's voice was flat and calm, without any ripples or fluctuations, and even carried a hint of obvious displeasure.
His brows furrowed slightly, like two small hills, and his eyes revealed a hint of impatience and complaint. "If you don't come soon, I'm really planning to leave."
"My time is not meant to be wasted waiting."
His tone was as casual as if he were complaining about a friend who was late, as if the person standing in front of him was not the mighty and fearsome Emperor Tianyan of the West, but an ordinary acquaintance.
He showed no reverence whatsoever for the king of the West, but instead looked down upon him with a condescending gaze, as if he were assessing the value of a commodity, making everyone present feel uncomfortable.
When the old snake heard Xiao Chen's utterly rebellious and reckless tone, he felt a surge of anger rush to his head, burning his cheeks.
His eyes widened instantly like copper bells, spitting out flames of anger as if he wanted to burn Xiao Chen to ashes.
That arrogant brat who doesn't know his place!
How dare he speak to the boss like that?!
In the old snake's heart, Di Tianyan was the supreme god, and no one could show him the slightest disrespect.
This callow youth in front of him was so brazen, he was practically challenging his bottom line!
His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his nails almost dug into his palms.
His body trembled slightly, a sign of extreme anger.
He instinctively wanted to shout a stern rebuke, his voice churning in his throat like a volcano about to erupt.
He wanted to tear this ignorant fool to shreds and teach him the consequences of offending Di Tianyan!
However, just as he was about to speak, he secretly glanced at Di Tianyan.
Instead of anger, Di Tianyan's face showed a complex mix of emotions—surprise, anticipation, and a barely perceptible tension—in his eyes. The old snake was stunned; he hadn't expected Di Tianyan to react this way.
This instantly extinguished half of his surging anger, and he hesitated, unsure whether he should continue to lash out.
A brief silence fell over the corridor once again as everyone awaited Di Tianyan's reaction, making the atmosphere even more tense and delicate.
However, just as his anger erupted and his lips parted, a mysterious and powerful force seemed to freeze the already tense atmosphere in the corridor.
"thump!"
A dull, heavy thud, like a heavy object falling to the ground, suddenly and abruptly resounded like a thunderclap in the deathly silent corridor!
The sound was like a giant hammer striking a giant drum, making people's eardrums ache and their hearts tremble.
The old snake, out of the corner of its eye, clearly caught everything that was happening around it!
The scene, like a nightmare, was presented to him with unparalleled realism.
The man beside him was Di Tianyan, the War God King, who was as majestic as a mountain and exuded a fearsome aura with every move he made. He was as inviolable as a god!
it turns out!
Truly, without hesitation, I knelt down!
He knelt down!
Xiao Chen looked at the impatient young man dressed in plain clothes!
He knelt down!
Di Tianyan's once upright and sturdy body now seemed to have had its spine removed, and he knelt straight down to the ground.
His hands hung limply at his sides, his head bowed deeply, as if expressing his deepest respect and submission to Xiao Chen.
Those once sharp, eagle-like eyes have now become dull and lifeless, filled with humility and submissiveness.
At this moment, time seemed to be violently severed by an invisible giant hand!
The whole world fell into an absolute, vacuum-like silence!
Even the sound of breathing has disappeared!
It was as if everyone was so shocked by this sudden scene that they forgot to breathe.
The old snake's mind went completely blank for a moment!
It felt like being slammed into the top of one's head by a massive hammer!
He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his head was buzzing as if countless bees were flying around.
All thoughts, consciousness, and anger were utterly shattered by that loud "thud"!
He couldn't feel his heartbeat, as if his heart had stopped beating; he couldn't feel the flow of blood, as if his body had become a cold corpse; even the oxygen seemed to have been sucked out instantly, giving him a feeling of suffocation.
His face lost all color at a visible speed, turning deathly pale, like a sheet of bleached rice paper, devoid of any blood.
Immediately afterwards, due to extreme lack of oxygen and an incomprehensible, enormous impact, the deathly white color quickly turned into a terrifying iron blue!
His lips trembled slightly as he tried to make a sound, but found that he couldn't utter a sound at all.
His eyes were so wide they almost popped out of their sockets as he stared intently at the kneeling master he revered as a god, and the... still standing young man!
His body was as stiff as an ice sculpture, unable to move even a single finger.
His legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch.
His mind was in chaos, with countless questions swirling around him: What on earth is going on?
Why should the master kneel down?
Who exactly is that young man? (End of Chapter)