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

"I might personally lead a team to 'visit' the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Threat!

A blatant threat!

Ning Fengzhi's face turned deathly pale instantly!

Lin Ye's words were light and casual, like a casual chat between friends.

But to Ning Fengzhi, it was no less than a death warrant.

visit?

He doesn't believe a damn thing!

Look at the fate of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! Yu Luomian only came to the Spirit Hall to ask for someone, but he was severely injured, trampled underfoot and humiliated, and finally forced the entire sect to submit.

If Lin Ye, that jinx, were to personally lead the team to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, how could anything good possibly come of it?

They might just tear down all the glazed tiles of his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

Shameless! Despicable! Vulgar!

Ning Fengzhi cursed Lin Ye in his heart.

But he dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face.

He could only manage a stiff smile and nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, yes... Your Highness is right. One week is enough. I will give Your Highness a satisfactory answer as soon as I return."

All he wanted to do was get out of this suffocating place as soon as possible.

"Very good." Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction.

He knew Ning Fengzhi was a smart man.

A smart person will make a smart choice.

The reason he gave Ning Fengzhi a week instead of forcing him on the spot was to play the long game and catch a big fish.

He wanted more than just verbal submission.

Instead, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, from top to bottom, willingly became a sharp blade in his hands!

To achieve this, we must give them some time to figure it out for themselves.

Let them, in their despair, extinguish their last shred of resistance.

"Sect Leader Ning, take care, we won't see you off."

Lin Ye gestured to Ning Fengzhi, indicating that they should go ahead.

Ning Fengzhi felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly cupped his hands to Lin Ye and Bibi Dong on the high platform, and then, with Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, who both had equally grim expressions, he left the square almost as if he were fleeing.

Watching their disheveled departure, Lin Ye sneered.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is almost within our grasp.

Of the three schools, two have already been eliminated.

The remaining Haotian Sect...

A hint of disdain flashed in Lin Ye's eyes.

They're just a bunch of cowardly turtles hiding in the mountains. He can go up anytime he wants and smash their shells, along with their heads!

……

The atmosphere on the carriage back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was extremely oppressive.

Ning Fengzhi leaned against the soft cushions, his eyes closed, his face pale, and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong sat on either side of each other, remaining silent.

Chen Xin held his Seven Kill Sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Gu Rong's expression was unpredictable, as if he were lost in thought.

After a long silence, it was Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, who broke the silence first.

"Sect Master, are you... truly intending to submit to the Spirit Hall?"

His voice was somewhat hoarse.

Ning Fengzhi didn't open his eyes, but just sighed wearily.

"Uncle Bone, do you think we have any other options right now?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Rong fell silent.

Yes, is there any other choice?

Lin Ye's two blood-red 100,000-year soul rings weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Revolt?

What can we use to resist?

With just him and the old swordsman, both titled Douluo at level ninety-something?

Do not make jokes.

He had no doubt that the monster named Lin Ye now possessed the strength to take on both of them one-on-one.

Moreover, the Spirit Hall has more than just Lin Ye.

There is also the unfathomable Pope Bibi Dong, who also possesses twin martial souls.

And in the offering hall, there's that group of old monsters who've lived for hundreds of years!

This is a war that has no chance of being won!

"But... I'm not willing to accept this!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

His voice was filled with endless frustration and anger.

"I, Chen Xin, have dedicated my life to sword cultivation, and I can confidently say that I have never slain an unknown astray! My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, with its thousand-year history, has never bowed its head to anyone!!"

"And now, we're expected to kneel and beg for mercy from a mere brat?!"

"I can't do it!"

"Sect Master! If all else fails, we'll fight them to the death!"

"I'd rather die standing than live on my knees!"

Chen Xin's gaze was like a sword, and the atmosphere in the carriage instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Ning Fengzhi slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the emotionally charged Sword Douluo with a complex expression.

In fact, he understood Chenxin's pride.

But how could he be content with that?

"Uncle Jian." Ning Fengzhi's voice carried a hint of weariness.

I understand how you feel.

"But have you considered what the outcome would be if we actually fought the Spirit Hall?"

"As a result, none of the three of us will be able to come back today!"

"The result was that tens of thousands of members of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were trampled to the ground by the iron hooves of the Spirit Hall! Blood flowed like rivers!"

"The result is that the thousand-year-old tradition of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has been severed!"

"Is this what you wanted, to die standing up?!"

Chen Xin's body trembled violently.

The overwhelming sword intent in his eyes gradually dimmed.

yes……

He can die.

For the sake of dignity, he was willing to die without hesitation.

But what about the sects?

What about the tens of thousands of clansmen in the sect? They are innocent!

Must we make them pay with their lives for their pride?

"But... is there really no other way?" Chen Xin asked unwillingly.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head bitterly.

"In the face of absolute power, any scheme is futile."

"That Lin Ye... has grown to a point where we can no longer compete with him."

"His future achievements are limitless. He might even... he might become the first person in nearly ten thousand years to step into the realm of gods!"

"To be an enemy of such a person, to be an enemy of the future God, there is only one outcome."

"That's like a moth drawn to a flame, courting its own destruction!"

Ning Fengzhi could not hide the fear in his eyes.

Today, he saw a certain aura in Lin Ye.

That was an absolute tyranny that regarded all heroes as nothing and the rules of the world as worthless!

He had a strong premonition.

This young man named Lin Ye will usher in an unprecedented era!

They either adapt to the times and become trendsetters.

Or, you'll be mercilessly crushed by the giant wheels of this era!

"Sect Master, what about the one-week time limit Lin Ye mentioned..." Gu Rong asked cautiously.

Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"Upon returning, convene a sect meeting immediately."

"I will personally go to the Spirit Hall in seven days."

"Give them a... satisfactory answer."

Although he didn't say it explicitly, both Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo understood what he meant.

The carriage fell silent once again.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

As one of the three upper sects, the sect is located in a beautiful mountain range, with pavilions, towers, carved beams and painted rafters, just like a fairyland on earth.

But today, this idyllic sect is shrouded in gloom and despair.

Inside the sect's council hall, all the core elders and deacons were gathered.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the sect leader's seat, his face looking extremely haggard.