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

Ning Fengzhi recounted everything that had happened in the Wuhun City square that day to everyone present.

When the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader, Yu Yuanzhen, led all his disciples to kneel in submission and swear allegiance to the Spirit Hall, a collective gasp filled the hall.

When Ning Fengzhi described Lin Ye's terrifying "six black and two red" soul ring configuration in an extremely heavy tone, the entire council hall instantly fell silent.

Everyone was stunned by the news, their minds going blank.

Six ten-thousand-year soul rings!

Two 100,000-year soul rings!

Is this...is this really real?

Are they listening to a myth?

"Sect Master...you...you're telling the truth?"

An elder with gray hair asked in a trembling voice.

He simply couldn't believe that such an incredible monster existed in this world.

"Absolutely true." Ning Fengzhi nodded slowly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"I saw it with my own eyes, and Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu also saw it with their own eyes. The oppressive feeling brought by those two blood-red 100,000-year spirit rings was enough to make any Title Douluo despair."

After receiving an affirmative answer, the atmosphere in the main hall became even more oppressive.

Previously, their understanding of the Spirit Hall's power was merely a vague concept.

Now, Lin Ye's two 100,000-year soul rings weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.

"Lin Ye, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, has given us seven days to consider."

Ning Fengzhi's voice rang out again, breaking the silence.

"I must give him an answer in a week."

"To submit, or... to go to war."

"I've gathered everyone here today to hear your opinions."

After he finished speaking, the hall remained silent.

Everyone kept their heads down, and no one dared to be the first to speak.

Go to war?

What will we use to start a war?

Are you going to ram your head into those two 100,000-year soul rings?

That's not starting a war, that's sending people to their deaths!

But to surrender...

Is the pride and dignity of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, passed down for thousands of years, really going to be trampled underfoot like this?

Nobody is willing to accept this!

"metropolitan!"

Finally, a hot-tempered middle-aged elder suddenly stood up.

His face flushed red, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"I disagree with surrender!"

"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is the number one support-type sect in the world! We have two esteemed figures, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, presiding over us! What do we have to fear from the Spirit Hall?!"

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan lacks backbone, that's their problem! Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will never be spineless!"

"At worst, I'll fight them to the death! I'd rather die than bow down to those scumbags from the Spirit Hall!"

These words instantly ignited a fire in the hearts of many people in the hall.

"That's right! Elder Wu is right! We cannot surrender!"

"I'll give it my all! I'll be a hero again in eighteen years!"

"Not a single disciple of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is a coward!"

The crowd was instantly agitated, and the voices advocating for war quickly gained the upper hand.

Ning Fengzhi quietly looked at the indignant elders below without saying a word.

The Sword Douluo Chen Xin behind him had a somewhat complicated expression.

There was a time when he thought the same way.

but now……

"Quiet down, all of you!"

Ning Fengzhi slammed his hand on the armrest, making a loud noise.

An aura of power belonging to a Soul Saint instantly enveloped the entire hall.

Although his soul power level was nothing compared to the titled Douluo present, his authority as the sect leader still silenced everyone.

"Going all out?"

Ning Fengzhi slowly stood up from his seat, his cold gaze sweeping over Elder Wu, who had been shouting the loudest.

"Elder Wu, let me ask you, how old are you this year? What level is your soul power?"

Elder Wu was taken aback by the question, but he still answered with a forced smile:

"Reporting to the Sect Master, I am fifty-eight years old this year, with a soul power level of seventy-nine, and I am a Soul Saint."

"Very good." Ning Fengzhi nodded.

"You're doing pretty well compared to your peers."

"Then let me ask you again, Lin Ye is the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, how can he be an 85th level Soul Douluo at such a young age?"

"How many moves do you think you could last against him?"

Elder Wu immediately blushed.

A level 79 Soul Saint going to fight an level 85 Soul Douluo with two 100,000-year Soul Rings?

Forget a few moves, one look from him could probably kill him on the spot!

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Ning Fengzhi pressed closer.

"Aren't you supposed to be a man of principle? Didn't you say you'd rather die standing than live on your knees?"

"Now, I'm giving you a chance. You take your family and your disciples to the gates of Spirit City, point your finger at Lin Ye, and hurl insults at him. I guarantee you'll die with dignity!"

"I..." Elder Wu was speechless, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

He wouldn't dare go and die on his own.

But the words had already been spoken, and now it would be embarrassing to take them back.

"Sect Master! What... what do you mean by this? Are you really going to lead us to surrender to the Spirit Hall?!" Elder Wu questioned, his voice stern but his voice weak.

"Surrender?" Ning Fengzhi sneered. "That sounds nice. In their eyes, that's not surrender, that's 'submission'."

He paused, looked around the room, and his voice became extremely heavy.

"Everyone, I know you are not reconciled, and neither am I."

"But have you considered what would happen if we refused?"

"Do you think the Spirit Hall would engage in one-on-one combat with us, talking about any code of honor among heroes?"

"Won't!"

Ning Fengzhi's voice suddenly turned stern.

"They will crush us like an ant!"

"Do you want to see that scene?!"

The hall fell silent once more.

The elders who had just been clamoring to fight to the death all lowered their heads, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

"metropolitan……"

An experienced and dignified elder stood up, bowed deeply to Ning Fengzhi with a sorrowful expression.

"We...we will all listen to you."

"Yes, Sect Master, you decide. We will all listen to you."

"For the sake of our sect, even... even if we bear the stigma, we'll accept it!"

The voices advocating war have disappeared.

Instead, there was endless sorrow and helplessness.

Faced with harsh reality, all pride and integrity seem so vulnerable.

Ning Fengzhi looked down at the faces below, each filled with pain and despair, and felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He slowly sat back down in his seat, closed his eyes, as if he had used up all his strength.

"Pass on my orders."

After a long silence, he spoke again:

"Seven days from now, I will personally go to the Spirit Hall."

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is willing to... submit."

After saying this, Ning Fengzhi seemed to age considerably in an instant.

Inside the main hall, a low sob could be heard.

The era of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has come to an end.