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

The entire continent was shaken, and countless people were in uproar.

Questions, exclamations, and fears were heard incessantly.

But whether they believe it or not, since the Spirit Hall dared to make such a grand announcement, it's highly likely that it's true!

The name Lin Ye resounded throughout the entire Douluo Continent overnight!

His fame even surpassed that of many established Title Douluo!

The second message that followed sent a chill down everyone's spine.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, one of the three major clans, is about to surrender en masse?!

This is even more shocking than Tang Hao's murder!

That's a top-tier sect with a history spanning over a hundred years! The sect leader, Yu Yuanzhen, is a powerful level 95 Soul Master, and even ordinary Title Douluos are no match for him!

How could such a behemoth choose to surrender without a fight?

Just how powerful has the Spirit Hall become?

Just how terrifying is that holy son named Lin Ye?

Fear began to grip the hearts of all forces.

The political landscape on the mainland is about to change dramatically!

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past month, the entire Douluo Continent has been in a strange state of calm.

But everyone knows that this is just the calm before the storm.

Wuhun City, the sacred place in the hearts of soul masters across the continent, has become more lively than ever before in the past month.

The number of guards in the city is more than ten times that of usual.

Every street was spotless. Spirit Hall knights patrolled everywhere, each clad in heavy armor, their imposing presence inspiring awe in everyone who entered the city.

Today is the day that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan officially swears allegiance to the Spirit Hall.

It was also the day when the Spirit Hall displayed its strength and fangs to the entire continent.

Early in the morning, a long queue formed outside the city gate of Wuhun City.

Representatives from various sects and nobles from all over the continent received the "invitation" from the Spirit Hall that made them uneasy.

No one dared not to come.

Because everyone knew that this so-called "ceremonial gathering" was actually a trap.

It is the Spirit Hall that is forcing everyone to choose sides!

At the very front of the procession, several lavishly decorated carriages were particularly eye-catching.

A window of one of the carriages was gently pushed open a crack, revealing a dignified and elegant face, yet with a hint of solemnity.

It was Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"Fengzhi, it seems we made the right choice coming here today."

An old yet powerful voice rang out from inside the carriage.

The speaker was an elderly man dressed in a simple gray robe, with a tall and straight figure.

He just sat there quietly with his eyes closed, and he gave people a feeling of sharpness that seemed to pierce the sky.

Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.

"Yes, Uncle Jian," Ning Fengzhi said with a wry smile.

"The Spirit Hall's deployment this time is truly impressive. Just at the city gate, I sensed the auras of no less than five Soul Douluo-level beings."

"Hmph, that's all."

Sitting on the other side, Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, snorted coldly, his deep-set eyes flashing with apprehension.

"There are at least two Title Douluos watching us from the shadows. The Spirit Hall is trying to intimidate us."

Ning Fengzhi sighed and remained silent.

His gaze passed over the long queue and landed on another group of people waiting to enter the city not far away.

The group of people were all dressed in blue, fitted outfits, with a majestic blue electric dragon embroidered on their chests.

Leading the group were two imposing middle-aged men.

One of them was Yu Luomian, who was severely injured and humiliated by Lin Ye in the Papal Palace.

The other was Yu Yuanzhen, the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, whose face was gloomy and whose eyes were filled with humiliation and resentment!

At this moment, Yu Yuanzhen no longer possessed the domineering aura of the former sect leader of the number one beast spirit sect in the world. He stood there silently, exuding an aura of decay and death.

Ning Fengzhi looked at him, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Once upon a time, the three sects were of one mind and shared the same fate, advancing and retreating together.

But now, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has become the "chicken" used by the Spirit Hall to make an example of them.

He understood the principle of mutual dependence.

But...does he have a choice?

The information about Lin Ye that the scouts had sent back a month ago involuntarily surfaced in Ning Fengzhi's mind.

Level 85 Contra.

The seventh and eighth spirit rings are both 100,000-year-old!

He single-handedly defeated Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo!

Every message was overwhelming him.

This isn't just genius, this is monster! This is prodigy!

Faced with such a monster, what can the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School use to fight back?

Just as Ning Fengzhi was deep in thought, a commotion arose ahead.

The heavy city gates of Wuhun City slowly opened.

A squad of Templar Knights clad in golden armor marched out in orderly ranks and lined up on both sides.

Immediately afterwards, a bishop dressed in red robes loudly proclaimed:

"The time has come! Welcome, distinguished guests, to enter the city and witness the ceremony!"

The crowd began to move slowly forward.

Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian exchanged a glance, both seeing deep humiliation in each other's eyes.

But they had no other choice.

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath and took that heavy first step.

The ceremony was held in the large square in front of the Papal Palace.

At the end of the square is a high platform made of white marble.

On the high platform stood an extremely luxurious papal throne, inlaid with jewels.

After all the guests had taken their designated spots, a solemn bell rang throughout the entire Wuhun City.

"clang--!"

"clang--!"

"clang--!"

Nine chimes signify the highest level of courtesy.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, a figure slowly walked out of the Papal Palace.

She wore a purple-gold crown and a magnificent papal robe embroidered with gold thread. Holding a scepter, she possessed an exquisite face and a noble yet dignified demeanor.

It was none other than Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall!

Two other people were following behind her.

On the left is a tall, slender girl in black with a cool and aloof face, yet her stunning beauty and curvaceous figure are undeniable.

It was Zhu Zhuqing.

On the right was a tall, handsome young man whose appearance made all the men present envious.

He was dressed in a black and gold outfit, with long black hair, indifferent eyes, and a half-smile on his face.

He was just walking there casually, yet he attracted everyone's attention.

He is Lin Ye!

"Welcome, His Holiness the Pope!"

"Welcome, Your Highness!"

On the plaza, tens of thousands of Spirit Hall Soul Masters knelt on one knee in unison, their shouts as loud as a mountain and as turbulent as the sea, reaching straight into the sky!

The sheer force of the event sent shivers down the spines of all the guests who came to witness the ceremony.

Ning Fengzhi's pupils suddenly contracted.

His gaze was fixed intently on Lin Ye.

Is this the legendary Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?

So young!

What a powerful aura!

Just by standing there, he felt an unfathomable and terrifying pressure!