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

Ning Fengzhi swayed and almost fell to the ground.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who was standing next to him, also trembled.

Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, rubbed his eyes exaggeratedly and muttered to himself:

"Am I...am I hallucinating?"

The humiliation and resentment in the hearts of those Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples kneeling on the ground vanished instantly upon seeing this scene.

Instead, there was endless relief and lingering fear.

What kind of monster are they fighting against?!

Yu Yuanzhen was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat, soaking his back.

He now finally understood how Tang Hao had died.

To die at the hands of such a monster is no injustice!

Absolutely not wronged!

Lin Ye stood quietly on the high platform, enjoying the tens of thousands of shocked, fearful, and admiring gazes below.

He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

His handsome yet sinister face revealed an air of dominance over the world.

"Now, who else dares to disagree?"

Clothes?

Who dares to disagree?!

What right do you have to complain?!

Looking at the figure on the high platform shrouded in two dazzling blood-red spirit rings, everyone felt only fear and awe.

After a good ten seconds or so, there was finally a reaction from the crowd below.

"thump!"

The sect leader of a small sect could no longer withstand the terrifying pressure and the shock in his heart. His legs went weak and he knelt down.

He prostrated himself before Lin Ye on the high platform, his voice trembling as he shouted:

"The Fire Leopard Sect is willing to lead its entire sect to submit to the Spirit Hall! We swear to follow His Highness the Holy Son to the death!"

"thump!"

"thump!"

"thump!"

……

In an instant, the sounds of people kneeling down rose and fell.

"The Elephant Armor Sect is willing to submit to the Spirit Hall!"

"The Wind Sword Sect swears to serve His Highness the Holy Son to the death!"

"Our Black Wind Stronghold is also willing to join the Spirit Hall!"

"And our Blazing Fire Sect too!"

Those who had initially harbored wishful thinking and hoped to please both sides had their mental defenses completely shattered after witnessing Lin Ye's almost superhuman strength.

They rushed to kneel down to pledge their loyalty, fearing that if they were late, the Spirit Hall would settle scores with them later.

Are you kidding me!

Level 85, two 100,000-year soul rings!

This guy isn't human anymore! He's a god!

Going against God? Isn't that like an old man hanging himself, tired of living?

Why wait any longer if you don't hurry up and cling to this incredibly powerful figure?

On the high platform, Bibi Dong looked down at the dark mass of people kneeling below, and a genuine smile appeared on her noble and aloof face.

She's proud!

She's proud!

This is Bibi Dong's disciple!

This is the one she chose, the future master of the Spirit Hall!

With him around, what great things can't be accomplished?!

The way she looked at Lin Ye was filled with undisguised doting and admiration.

Standing beside Lin Ye, Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement.

Her heart pounded wildly as she looked at her man's tall and imposing back, a strong sense of pride and happiness welled up within her.

This is the man she chose!

Unparalleled!

Lin Ye showed no reaction whatsoever to the obsequiousness of those below.

He looked down on a bunch of trash sects that didn't even have a Soul Douluo.

His gaze slowly moved, finally settling on the few figures still standing at the very front of the viewing area.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

Ning Fengzhi felt Lin Ye's gaze and his heart skipped a beat.

He knew there was no way to escape it.

What was bound to happen has finally happened.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and tried his best to make his expression appear calm.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood behind Ning Fengzhi again.

However, his originally sharp and assertive aura had become much more subdued, and his eyes held a hint of complexity and melancholy.

To be honest, he was devastated.

As a swordsman who has been obsessed with swordsmanship and pursued the ultimate offensive power all his life, he has his own pride.

He always believed that as long as his sword was fast and sharp enough, he could cut through everything in the world.

But today, when he saw Lin Ye's two blood-red 100,000-year soul rings, his pride was shattered.

That formidable offensive power appeared utterly laughable and utterly powerless in the face of such absolute strength.

Lin Ye withdrew his martial spirit, and the terrifying pressure dissipated as well.

He took steps, one by one, down from the high platform.

He didn't go towards the small sects kneeling on the ground, but walked straight towards Ning Fengzhi.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo instinctively stepped forward, shielding Ning Fengzhi behind them, and looked at Lin Ye with wary expressions.

"Hehe, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, no need to be so nervous."

Lin Ye stopped ten meters away from them, a warm smile on his face.

"I'm not here to fight today."

The brighter his smile, the more uneasy Ning Fengzhi felt.

"Your Highness's divine might is unparalleled; I, Ning, admire you to the utmost."

Ning Fengzhi bowed slightly to Lin Ye, adopting a very humble posture.

"Sect Leader Ning, you're too kind." Lin Ye waved his hand, then changed the subject.

"Sect Leader Ning, what do you think of today's ceremony? ... Was it lively?"

coming!

Ning Fengzhi thought to himself.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and said:

"It's lively, very lively. To be able to witness the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan abandon the darkness and turn to the light, making such a wise choice, is truly an honor for me."

That was a perfectly timed compliment.

They both praised the Spirit Hall and secretly undermined the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"Hahaha, Sect Leader Ning is indeed a smart man." Lin Ye laughed loudly.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has made a wise choice. As one of the three upper sects, surely Sect Master Ning of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is also a shrewd and pragmatic person?"

Lin Ye revealed his true intentions, laying the problem out in the open.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Ning Fengzhi's forehead.

He must provide an answer to this question today.

surrender?

Are they really going to hand over the pride and foundation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, built up over a thousand years, to someone else just like that? He was unwilling!

Not surrendering?

Look at the fate of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan, and then look at this smiling but treacherous monster with unfathomable strength.

Would he dare say "no"?

He had no doubt that if he dared to refuse, it would be a question whether the three of them could even leave Wuhun City alive today!

"Your Highness..."

Ning Fengzhi spoke with difficulty.

"This matter is of utmost importance, concerning the life and death of tens of thousands of members of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Could... could you allow me to return and discuss this with the sect elders before making a decision?"

This is the only delaying tactic he can think of right now.

"Discuss?" Lin Ye's smile gradually faded.

"Sect Leader Ning, do you think you still have the right to discuss this?"

Lin Ye's voice suddenly turned cold.

"My patience, Lin Ye's patience, is limited."

"Today, out of respect for you, I can give you a chance."

"I……"

Just as Ning Fengzhi was about to say something, Lin Ye directly extended a finger, interrupting him.

"One week."

Lin Ye looked at him and said:

"I'm only giving your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School one week to consider."

"I hope to hear good news from Sect Leader Ning in the Papal Palace a week from now."

"otherwise……"

Lin Ye paused for a moment, then revealed that harmless smile once again.