Spirit Hall's Absurd Number of Title Douluo

When Xiao Wu and Liu Erlong pushed the door open and came in, Ning Rongrong was standing three steps away from Lin Qingmo.

Her face was still flushed, her eyes were still darting around, and she exuded an aura of guilt, as if she had almost said something terrible.

"Ning Rongrong, you're here too."

Xiao Wu didn't think much of it, and walked in casually, closing the door behind her.

Liu Erlong crossed her arms and looked around, her gaze lingering on Lin Qingmo for a long time. She missed A-Qing very much.

Ever since that night, she's had all sorts of fantasies whenever she sees Lin Qingmo.

Well, after all, she's at the age where she's often described as 'fierce and aggressive'.

After experiencing it, I really can't forget it.

But with Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong still in the room, she could only force herself to maintain the iron-blooded expression of the "Imperial Fighting Team leader".

"It seems Ning Rongrong was also frightened by the words you left in the group."

Liu Erlong spoke calmly, his gaze towards Lin Qingmo filled with helplessness. "A-Qing, why did you say such scary things in the group chat?"

Ning Rongrong nodded guiltily, pounding garlic. "Yes, yes, yes! I was just scared!"

"I just came to ask A-Qing about the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School, nothing else!"

After saying that, she secretly glanced at Lin Qingmo, wanting to make sure he didn't intend to tell anyone about his earlier statement that "even if you like someone, it has to be someone like A-Qing."

Lin Qingmo had absolutely no intention of revealing her secrets.

His attention had been drawn to Xiao Wu.

As soon as Xiao Wu entered the room, she went straight to his side, took his arm naturally, and pressed herself against him.

There's nothing wrong with the action itself; she does it often.

But Xiao Wu brought her nose close to his shoulder and subtly sniffed.

Then Lin Qingmo felt the hand holding her arm tighten suddenly.

Xiao Wu's expression darkened visibly. The smile remained on her lips, but the light in her eyes had turned cold.

Lin Qingmo didn't understand why Xiao Wu was behaving this way.

Xiao Wu's mind, however, was unusually active.

Damn it, A-Qing smells like that woman everywhere!

Eastern Emperor Douluo, A-Qing's Master, has targeted A-Qing again!

Xiao Wu's fingers clenched so tightly they turned white from an unseen angle, but a smile returned to her face, only she pressed herself even closer, as if asserting some kind of dominance.

Lin Qingmo felt the force on her arm, looked down at her, and asked with her eyes, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Wu simply shook her head and pressed her face against his shoulder.

Now is not the time to talk about these things, Ning Rongrong and Teacher Er Long are both here.

And it's unknown whether A-Qing understands what that woman did to him.

That Titled Douluo used Soul Skill to knock him unconscious, but she stumbled upon it last time.

But what about this time?

She didn't know.

So she had no choice but to endure it.

Liu Erlong also noticed Xiao Wu's unusual behavior.

He roughly understood what was going on, and a rather unusual serious expression appeared on his face.

"A-Qing."

"Um?"

Lin Qingmo looked up.

Liu Erlong usually called him in a very casual way, her voice loud enough to startle the pigeons on the roof.

But this time her tone was a little different.

He spoke with a deliberate calmness, as if he had been preparing for a long time before finally opening his mouth.

"You said the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would be wiped out?"

She paused, then asked, "I'd like to know what happened too?"

Ning Rongrong's expression changed slightly.

In her view, in the future that Lin Qingmo mentioned, although the Sword Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect died in battle, the sect at least still existed, and its incense offerings were not cut off.

The Clear Sky Sect gradually declined and became a legend in the future.

However, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, which was also Upper Three Sects, was wiped out in the near future, with none of its hundreds of members surviving.

The difference is huge.

Although Liu Erlong is the illegitimate daughter of Yu Luomian, the second-in-command of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

He never received any protection from his family growing up, and he never considered himself a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

She even hated that place, hated the way those people looked at her.

But ultimately, the blood of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon flows in her veins.

Upon hearing the words "extermination of the race," I still couldn't help but ask what exactly happened.

"It's because of the Spirit Hall."

Lin Qingmo didn't beat around the bush. "The one who destroyed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was Bibi Dong."

"Hiss!"

Ning Rongrong and Liu Erlong both gasped.

"Bibi Dong?"

Liu Erlong frowned. "The Pope of the Spirit Hall? She personally took action?"

Lin Qingmo nodded.

Liu Erlong remained silent for a moment, then slowly exhaled.

"So it was her."

Her voice didn't carry much emotion, just the calm that comes with knowing the answer.

"The Spirit Hall certainly has the strength, I just didn't expect... the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects, to be gone just like that."

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips, then suddenly spoke up, "Teacher Er Long, don't you want to help the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Now that you know what will happen in the future..."

"Help?"

Liu Erlong interrupted her, a self-deprecating smile in his voice, "I grew up outside, I don't even know which way the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's gates face."

"They ignore me completely, and I have no feelings for them whatsoever."

"I just felt a little sad when I heard this news."

She said that, but her fingers unconsciously rubbed the belt buckle at her waist, a gesture that betrayed her inner turmoil.

Ning Rongrong lowered her head.

She thought of her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, of her Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa, and of the tragic end of the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, none of whom survived.

Both were among the Upper Three Sects, but one managed to survive, while the other was wiped off the continent altogether.

The only difference is that the Spirit Hall decides who to eliminate first.

She suddenly looked up and asked a question that silenced everyone in the room.

"A-Qing, is future war truly unavoidable? Even if the Upper Three Sects unite, can they not stand against the Spirit Hall?"

Ning Rongrong is not the kind of person who thinks about problems from a strategic perspective.

She is the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and her usual concerns are nothing more than whether the snacks are delicious, whether the clothes are nice, and whether the training is tiring.

But at this moment, she stood in front of Lin Qingmo, clutching the hem of her skirt, her eyes earnestly questioning him about the future of the situation on the mainland.

Because her sect, her family, and everything she cared about were caught up in the impending storm.

"I'm not sure if future wars will break out."

Lin Qingmo spoke, his tone more serious than usual. "But regarding the strength of the Spirit Hall, I can tell you."

He held up one finger.

"The Spirit Hall has more than ten Titled Douluo."

The three women were stunned at the same time.

Ning Rongrong thought she had misheard, "W-what did you say?"

Liu Erlong's pupils contracted slightly, and he lowered his arms from his chest, his expression suddenly becoming serious.

Even Xiao Wu raised her head, temporarily setting aside her anger towards Eastern Emperor Douluo.

"The Spirit Hall has Worship Hall and Elder Hall."

Lin Qingmo said calmly, "The Worship Hall is the Spirit Hall's strongest force. Each member is a senior Titled Douluo with unfathomable strength, and most of them are above level 95."

"The Elder Hall is personally led by the current Pope Bibi Dong, and most of its members are below level 95, yet it is also teeming with experts."

"The two halls combined have more than ten Titled Douluo."

"..."

The room became eerily quiet because of his words.

Lin Qingmo listed them one by one. "Pope Bibi Dong, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile Douluo..."

With each name he announced, Ning Rongrong and the others paled a little more.