Before dawn broke, darkness covered the sky.
But now, it was not darkness covering the sky. It was a deep, ink-green glow.
Above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, a rich, ink-green light filled half the sky. A tall old man stood suspended in midair, his aura overwhelming.
Long, ink-green hair fell down his back, but rather comically, he was bald on top.
His face was as rosy as an infant's, with barely a wrinkle to be seen.
He had not come alone. Behind him stood a host of Body Sect powerhouses, along with experts from the royal family.
Amid the mountains below, the earth trembled faintly. Shadows shifted among the dark trees, pressing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with an overwhelming sense of menace.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Soul Douluo and stronger fighters rose into the air, staring at Du Busi as if facing a great enemy. At their head was Ning Chengye, who had come out of the main hall.
"Old baldy, you've brought such a huge force here. Are you afraid I won't agree?"
Ning Chengye glanced past Du Busi at the people behind him and remarked calmly, "Thirteen Titled Douluo, not counting you, old baldy. You certainly think highly of me."
If he refused, a bloody battle was sure to break out. Whether they would live to see dawn was anyone's guess.
Du Busi laughed twice, his voice booming like a great bell. "I've fought you for all these years. Others might not know you, but I do.
"If I'd brought too few people, you wouldn't even have bothered talking to me, would you?"
Though Ning Chengye looked refined, he was proud at heart. He could read the situation—and charge ahead when the moment called for it.
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