On the main road outside Nuoding City, an extravagantly luxurious carriage convoy rolled slowly forward.
Every carriage was decorated with gold and silver, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's emblem—a dazzling pagoda—was carved into the sides. The Soul Beasts pulling them were all thousand-year-old Dragon Scale Horses, each step radiating the fragrance of money.
This was the kind of grand procession befitting the richest man on the continent, Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
But his expression was anything but relaxed.
"Fengzhi, is that kid really as remarkable as you say?"
Sitting opposite Ning Fengzhi was an old man dressed in white, a sword strapped to his back, his bearing as cold as frost. He was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's pillar, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, a Peak Douluo of rank ninety-seven.
"Uncle Jian, you'll see for yourself soon enough." Ning Fengzhi gave a wry smile. He rolled two smooth jade walnuts in his hand, but noticeably faster than usual. "That Qin Feng... is a monster. He's got all my mining businesses in the palm of his hand, and he's even keeping Rongrong."
"Hmph! If anything happens to Rongrong, I'll split his wretched city in two with my sword!" A cold glint flashed in Chen Xin's eyes, and his terrifying sword intent made the air inside the carriage congeal.
"Uncle Gu couldn't come. The sect needs him to stay behind." Ning Fengzhi sighed. "But I have a feeling this trip is going to cost me dearly."
The carriage convoy finally reached Nuoding City's gates.
There was no welcoming party, as they had imagined, and no red carpet.
Instead, two rows of five-meter-tall, icy-cold Tyrant robots stood waiting, Gatling guns in hand, their red electronic eyes fixed on the uninvited guests.
"Please present your