Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

If this news were to spread, it would be enough to shake the entire Douluo Continent!

Those Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples kneeling on the ground, upon hearing Yu Luomian's words, not only did not feel humiliated, but instead felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Finally...finally I don't have to die!

Lin Ye watched this scene without showing any smugness; everything was within his expectations.

He slowly walked up to Yu Luomian, looked down at him, and asked in a calm tone, "Have you figured it out?"

"Cough cough... I've... figured it out."

With each word Yu Luomian uttered, a trickle of blood would spill from the corner of her mouth.

He raised his head, looked at Lin Ye with an incredibly complex expression, and said bitterly:

"Your Highness...you're right, I was too stupid."

"In the face of absolute power, any pride and dignity are a joke."

He knew very well that if he hadn't been so reckless as to confront Lin Ye head-on, things might not have escalated to this point.

But now, it's too late for regrets.

He personally experienced Lin Ye's terrifying strength, comparable to a Title Douluo, and also saw reality clearly.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, in the face of the Spirit Hall, is like an ant that can be crushed at any moment.

Resist? That would be tantamount to suicide.

Only by surrendering can one have a glimmer of hope.

"Today, I finally understand completely." Yu Luomian chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"The future continent will inevitably belong to the Spirit Hall. If my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan cannot adapt to the times, its ultimate fate will be to be mercilessly crushed by the wheels of history."

"Therefore, I choose to submit. This is not only for myself, but also for the continuation of the entire sect."

He now understood that Lin Ye's leniency earlier was a way of giving him a way out, an opportunity to face reality and make a wise choice.

If he had been stubbornly refusing to admit his fate just now, he would truly be a corpse by now.

"At least you have some brains."

Lin Ye said calmly.

He admired intelligent people. Although Yu Luomian was a bit clueless at first, he managed to come to his senses at the last moment.

"However, your agreement alone isn't enough." Lin Ye's gaze sharpened.

"The one in charge of your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan should be your older brother, Yu Yuanzhen, right?"

Yu Luomian's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said:

"Your Highness, please rest assured! I will definitely persuade my elder brother when I return!"

"Although he has a bad temper, he's not unreasonable! As long as I tell him everything that happened in the Papal Palace today, he'll definitely make the right choice!"

Yu Luomian was very confident about this.

Although Yu Yuanzhen was the sect leader, he was stubborn and self-willed, and his vision was far inferior to his.

"persuade?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye let out a cold laugh.

"I don't need you to convince him."

"I'm only giving you Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan one month."

Lin Ye extended a finger, looking at Yu Luomian with icy eyes.

"Within a month, I want to see the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, from the sect leader down to the ordinary disciples, come to the outskirts of my Martial Soul City and swear allegiance."

"If I don't see the result I want to see after a month..."

Lin Ye paused, then said in a chilling tone:

"Then, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan will no longer exist on this continent."

"Did you understand?"

This is no longer a discussion, but a blatant order and threat!

Yu Luomian trembled upon hearing this, sensing an undeniable determination in Lin Ye's tone.

He had no doubt that if the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan did not submit a month later, Lin Ye would really lead his men to slaughter their entire clan!

"I...I understand! Your Highness, please rest assured!" Yu Luomian hurriedly nodded and bowed, assuring him.

"One month! I will bring the entire sect to pledge my loyalty!"

"very good."

Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction.

He turned around, ignoring Yu Luomian, and walked up to Bibi Dong, bowing slightly.

"Teacher, the matter has been resolved."

Bibi Dong didn't say a single word from beginning to end.

She simply sat quietly on her throne, watching her disciple subdue one of the three upper sects in the most domineering and direct way, without shedding a drop of blood.

At this moment, she was filled with pride and satisfaction.

This disciple is even more outstanding than she imagined!

His intellect, his skills, and his abilities have far surpassed those of his peers, and he is even more experienced than many old guys who have lived for decades.

"Well done."

Bibi Dong stood up, walked to Lin Ye's side, and gently straightened his slightly disheveled collar with her well-maintained jade hand.

Her movements were gentle, and her eyes were full of doting and approval.

"Ye'er, you've grown up and can now stand on your own. As your teacher, I'm very proud of you."

"This is all thanks to the teacher's excellent guidance," Lin Ye grinned.

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at him.

Immediately, she resumed her aloof papal demeanor, her icy gaze sweeping over Yu Luomian and the others on the ground.

"Get lost."

"Remember what Ye'er said, you only have one month."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you, Your Majesty the Pope, for sparing our lives! Thank you, Your Highness the Holy Son, for sparing our lives!"

Yu Luomian felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He struggled to get up from the ground and, with the help of his two disciples, kowtowed several times to Bibi Dong and Lin Ye.

Then, he led his equally grateful disciples and fled the papal palace, which had filled them with endless fear and humiliation.

Watching their disheveled departure, Lin Ye sneered.

Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan, done.

Next up is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

……

On the way back, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Yu Luomian sat in a spacious carriage, his face extremely gloomy.

The sharp pain in his chest was a constant reminder of the humiliation he had suffered in the Papal Palace that day.

The disciples outside the carriage all hung their heads in dejection, like defeated roosters.

"Second Master, do we... do we really have to submit to the Spirit Hall?" a trusted disciple asked cautiously.

"Otherwise what?"

Yu Luomian gave him a cold glance.

"Do you want to watch your entire sect be slaughtered for a laughable sense of pride?"

The disciple was rendered speechless by the rebuttal, shrank back, and dared not speak again.

Yu Luomian took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in her heart, and closed her eyes.

In his mind, the terrifying six black and two red spirit rings of Lin Ye kept replaying, as did his invincible figure that severely injured him with a single move.

"A monster... truly a monster..."