Douluo: Yellow Ape Douluo
Ning Fengzhi, Zhang Yang, Bone Douluo, Sword Douluo, Ning Rongrong, two Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Soul Masters with seven rings, and two attack-type Soul Douluos.
Xue Qinghe, Snake Lance Douluo, and several guards.
The two sides faced one another.
At that moment, silence spoke louder than words.
But Ning Fengzhi, representing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, soon spoke. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Xue Qinghe gave Ning Fengzhi a meaningful look and nodded. "You are too polite, Teacher."
Seeing the complicated expressions on the faces of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's upper echelon, Xue Qinghe's mind began racing.
Blood Stab Douluo should indeed be with them. After one night, just how much had the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect learned from Blood Stab Douluo?
Had it implicated his true identity?
Had it exposed Spirit Hall's grand infiltration plan?
As Xue Qinghe pondered this, Ning Fengzhi shifted slightly to the side and said calmly, "Your Majesty, whatever this is about, let us discuss it in the Council Hall."
Xue Qinghe nodded. "Teacher is right."
Zhang Yang and the others stepped aside, leaving Xue Qinghe a sufficiently wide path.
Xue Qinghe took two steps forward, walked alongside Ning Fengzhi, and entered the Council Hall with him.
The moment he entered the Council Hall, Xue Qinghe saw Blood Stab Douluo's corpse in the center of the room.
"!"
Although he had already anticipated it, Blood Stab Douluo's corpse still struck Xue Qinghe and Snake Lance Douluo's rationality like towering waves.
"Blood Stab!!!"
At the sight of his old friend's body, Snake Lance Douluo cried out in grief. He strode forward and violently shook Blood Stab Douluo's corpse, hoping desperately that his friend might still wake up.
Xue Qinghe remained extremely rational. Though his gaze trembled violently, the storm