Ning Fengzhi's Despair! Seven Treasures Explode? Beating Down Simp Oscar!

At this moment, inside the Sect Master's Hall.

Ning Fengzhi sat in his seat, unable to make sense of this sudden attack no matter how hard he thought.

Who exactly had orchestrated this terrorist attack?

Ning Rongrong had definitely been used by someone else.

Could it have been Lu Jiang?

No, he was now working under the Crown Prince. Given his close relationship with the Crown Prince, there was no reason for the Crown Prince to want him dead.

Ning Fengzhi's confidence was not merely because he was the Crown Prince's teacher.

It was also because the Crown Prince's position was still unstable. He had yet to truly secure the throne.

Therefore, the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was extremely important to him.

He could not possibly make a move against him, nor could he possibly allow his subordinates to do so.

Then who had carried out this attack?

Just as he was deep in thought, a Healing System Soul Master arrived, intending to bandage Ning Fengzhi's wounds.

However, when that person entered, Ning Fengzhi suddenly noticed that she was holding a gift box identical to the one Ning Rongrong had given him earlier.

Ning Fengzhi instantly stood up and grabbed the Healing System Soul Master's hand.

The other party was, after all, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl in the bloom of youth.

Caught off guard by the Sect Master's sudden move, she froze on the spot.

In an instant, a scene of a domineering sect master falling in love with her played out in her mind.

Could it be that the Sect Master was actually some ancient monster in human form who had been badly injured and needed a young girl as a cultivation furnace to heal himself?

The disciple instantly became frightened, though she also felt a faint thrill.

Was something this legendary finally about to happen to her?

However, none of the scenes she had expected—being pinned against a wall, forcibly kissed, and the like—played out.

Instead, Ning Fengzhi suddenly seized her wrist.

"Where did this gift box in your hand come from???"

Ning Fengzhi practically roared at her.

The disciple was so frightened that she trembled all over.

The man standing before her was a level seventy-nine Soul Sage.

"R-Replying to Sect Master."

"M-Miss gave it to me."

Ning Fengzhi's face suddenly turned pale, and he staggered several steps back.

Then, he asked the disciple:

"Other than you, who else did Rongrong give these gift boxes to?"

The disciple was somewhat puzzled. Could the gift have been very valuable, and the Sect Master was upset about it?

So, she answered Ning Fengzhi:

"Replying to Sect Master, Miss seemed to have given gifts to many disciples in the sect."

"She said they were good things she had brought back from Shrek Academy and told us to treasure them carefully."

Ning Fengzhi felt his mind explode with a boom.

As though the sky had collapsed, Ning Fengzhi staggered backward a few steps before dropping into his seat.

He had just witnessed the power of those bombs.

If every disciple in the sect was carrying bombs like those right now—

Once they exploded, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would suffer far more than mere devastation. It simply would not be able to withstand it!

Ning Fengzhi stared at the ground in terror.

He could not even imagine what the consequences would be.

Rongrong, what on earth have you done??? Ning Fengzhi screamed inwardly in despair.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Lu Jiang was facing off against six of the Shrek Seven Devils.

Every one of them was a peerless genius far beyond others their age.

Just as Shrek Academy's motto said—

They only accepted monsters.

And the people before him were undoubtedly monsters among monsters.

Every person's martial soul had an impressive origin.

At the same time, their talents were freakishly monstrous, far surpassing those of their peers.

However, in front of Lu Jiang, none of that was worth much.

So what if they were strong? Weren't they still just natives of this world?

Douluo Continent was nothing more than a low-tier martial world at the very bottom compared to other worlds.

It simply wasn't on the same level as the combat power in Honkai: Star Rail, where people could casually blow up planets.

The three soul rings around Lu Jiang gradually lit up.

Black, black, black.

Three ten-thousand-year soul rings in total.

Even on Douluo Continent, such a configuration had never been seen before.

Among the Shrek Seven Devils, even Tang San, who had the best configuration, only had two yellow rings and one purple ring.

Now they finally understood why Tang San, despite being so strong, had lost to Lu Jiang.

There was no way to fight him at all!

Ma Hongjun grew a little afraid. Taking several steps back, he said:

"Third Brother, are we really going to fight this monster?"

"Even you got beaten so badly by him. We definitely—"

Before Ma Hongjun could finish, Dai Mubai spat at his feet.

"Dead Fatty, you're already scared?"

"So what if his soul rings are better?"

"Isn't he still just a Level 30 Soul Elder? We're all above Level 30 too, and there are six of us. Who's afraid of whom?"

Dai Mubai's words gave Ma Hongjun courage.

That's right. They were six against one at the same realm. What was there to fear?

Thus, Ma Hongjun returned to the group.

At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing, who stood behind them watching the battle, widened her eyes in surprise.

Just a short while ago, she had clearly sensed that Lu Jiang's strength was only Level 10 with full Soul Power.

How had he become a Soul Elder so quickly?

Could he be Innate Full Level 20 in Soul Power?

Able to break through directly as long as he obtained soul rings?

Then Lu Jiang's talent was far too terrifying, wasn't it?

Zhu Zhuqing simply could not understand why Ning Rongrong had broken up with such an unparalleled genius.

Before Tang San could give the order, Oscar suddenly shouted and charged forward.

"Ahhh! So you're the guy who made Rongrong sad and abandoned her?"

"I'll teach you a lesson for Rongrong!"

Tang San was startled when he saw this and hurriedly reached out to stop him.

Brother, you're a food-type Support Spirit Master. Why were you taking on the job of starting the fight?

Even if you wanted to show off in front of Ning Rongrong, you didn't need to run up there and throw your life away, did you?

However, it was already too late.

Oscar had already arrived in front of Lu Jiang with a dagger in hand.

Yet, somewhat unexpectedly, neither of them seemed to intend to make a move.

Sparkle sat on a nearby rock, watching the show, as though whether this man lived or died was none of her concern.

To her, seeing someone pick a fight with Little Grey Hair was simply far too entertaining.

As for Lu Jiang, he stood still without dodging, because in his eyes, Oscar was like an enraged teacup dog.

When you were too weak, even your anger looked ridiculous.

That was probably how Lu Jiang felt at the moment.

Then Lu Jiang suddenly raised a hand and directly shattered the dagger in Oscar's grip.

He then moved behind him like a ghost and whispered into his ear:

"Good little simps should stay hidden behind women."

"Coming out here and making a fool of yourself will only make your goddess hate you even more."