"Then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect chooses to submit!" Ning Fengzhi finally gritted his teeth and said.
He had no other choice.
Submission meant survival.
If they refused to submit, what awaited them?
How should he choose? Everyone knew how he should choose!
Just as Hun Xiu had said, the weak had no right to choose. All they had was a fate arranged for them!
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was still too weak. What else could they choose but submission?
Who could blame Spirit Hall for being too powerful?
There was no choice!
Death was not frightening.
What was frightening was a fate worse than death! If only he were to die, then so what if they refused to submit?
But...
Those who would die were the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—tens of thousands of them. How was he supposed to choose? He could only submit.
"Ah..."
When Ning Fengzhi made his choice, Gu Rong sighed inwardly.
He did not blame Ning Fengzhi for making such a choice, because he knew.
Ning Fengzhi simply had no other choice!
He understood Ning Fengzhi's decision.
If...
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been strong enough, they would not have needed to suffer such humiliation.
In the end, they were simply too weak. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was too weak.
Hun Xiu was not particularly surprised by Ning Fengzhi's decision to submit. After all, blood would have flowed like rivers and tens of thousands would have died.
As the sect master, Ning Fengzhi simply did not wish to see that happen.
Moreover.
Facing five Titled Douluo,
he had no power to resist.
Nor did he have the power to fight back.
Without absolute strength, who would be willing to watch blood flow