Chapter 1008: Huang Xiaolong Refused?! (1/2)
Perhaps the disciples’ cheers were too loud, rousing the unconscious Zhu Wanchen.
Regaining consciousness, Zhu Wanchen heard repeatedly the words ‘heaven blessing our Barbarian God Sect!’ For a while, Zhu Wanchen couldn’t understand what the words meant, but his gaze gradually sharpened on Huang Xiaolong’s figure on the battle stage. He jumped to his feet, thundering in rage, “Huang Xiaolong, you bastard, I’ll kill you!”
In his opinion, Huang Xiaolong made a sneak attack while he was just a bit careless, thus being caught off guard. He, a genius with a top rank ten godhead, was actually sent flying out of the battle stage by a wastrel with a mere top rank eight godhead. The shame and humiliation he felt were too much!
Zhu Wanchen’s roar cut through the loud voices. The cheering disciples abruptly went quiet and looked strangely at Zhu Wanchen. He was about to rush up to the battle stage and beat up Huang Xiaolong while enduring the pain in his body when an authoritative voice barked at him: “Insolent!”
The voice thundered in Zhu Wanchen’s mind, causing his ears to buzz.
Zhu Wanchen couldn’t help looking toward a middle-aged man who was also standing on the battle stage. Although he had never seen Gu Ling, the golden barbarian god emblem on his robe was an indication of his identity, Sect Chief!
Only the barbarian god emblem on the Sect Chief’s robe was golden in color.
Afraid that Zhu Wanchen would make a further fool of himself in front of Lu Zhuo and Gu Ling being ignorant of their identities, Huang Xiaoming shouted, “Zhu Wanchen, get on your knees before the Ancestor and the Sect Chief!”
Ancestor! Sect Chief!
Only now did Zhu Wanchen notice that beside Huang Xiaolong stood a white-haired old man. This was their Barbarian God Sect Ancestor, Lu Zhuo!
“Ancestor, Sect Chief!” Zhu Wanchen dropped to his knees, shivering nonstop.
Lu Zhuo glanced at Zhu Wanchen. No matter what, Zhu Wanchen still had a top rank ted godhead, he had no thoughts of punishing him for this.
“Huang Xiaolong, are you willing to become my disciple?” Lu Zhuo’s attention turned back to Huang Xiaolong, speaking warmly.
All the present disciples, as well as Grand Elder Lin Shen and the others cast envious looks in Huang Xiaolong’s direction.
Who was Lu Zhuo? He was their Barbarian God Sect Ancestor who hadn't accepted any disciples for several thousand years. Becoming the Ancestor’s disciple, on top of his talent, Huang Xiaolong literally reached the sky in a single bound.
The question sounded like a thunderclap in Zhu Wanchen’s head, his eyes widened as they fixed on Huang Xiaolong.
‘This cannot be! What is going on?! The Ancestor actually wants to take this trash as his personal disciple?’
Lu Zhuo’s hand slowly stroke his white beard with a faint smile on his face while looking at Huang Xiaolong, waiting for him to kneel down and greet him as Master.
While everyone was willing to bet their lives that Huang Xiaolong was going to agree, he shook his head, saying, “I don’t have this intention at the moment.”
“What?!”
Eyeballs fell to the ground in horror at Huang Xiaolong’s answer.
Huang Xiaolong actually refused.
Sect Chief Gu Ling, Grand Elder Lin Shen, and the others were too shocked to react.
Lu Zhuo’s hand stilled.
“Huang Xiaolong, you…!” Gu Ling glared at Huang Xiaolong.
“It’s nothing.” Lu Zhuo calmly waved his hand, stopping Gu Ling before turning to Huang Xiaolong, “Alright then, come find me when you have this intention.”
Hearing this, the envious stares intensified.
The Ancestor’s meaning was clear as day, Huang Xiaolong could be received as his disciple at any time!