"Hahahaha! Good, good, good! As expected of Spirit Hall's prodigy!" Seeing Qin Heng defeat Bone Douluo Gu Rong so cleanly, Golden Crocodile Douluo could not help bursting into hearty laughter. His laughter rolled like thunder through the skies above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, full of delight and pride.
The stern old man's face nearly blossomed with smiles. With a flash, he appeared beside Qin Heng and gave his shoulder a heavy pat.
Golden Crocodile Douluo made no effort to hide his admiration for Qin Heng. "Kid, you brought great glory to Spirit Hall today! Defeating a Titled Douluo head-on as a Soul Emperor—such an achievement is enough to be recorded in the continent's history! When I return, I'll make sure to tell my elder brothers all about what you accomplished today and give them something to celebrate!"
Qin Heng smiled faintly. "Thank you for the praise, Grandpa Golden Crocodile. I only won by a narrow margin."
Qin Heng was not being modest. He truly had only won by a narrow margin. Bone Douluo had been defeated, but Qin Heng's Soul Power had also been completely drained. Even lifting an arm was difficult now. Any random soul master could kill him at this point.
In stark contrast to the jubilation on Golden Crocodile Douluo's side was the deathly silence among the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi stood atop the platform, his expression ugly beyond compare. His handsome face had turned livid, while his hands clenched tightly into fists within his sleeves, his knuckles whitening.
All three battles had ended in defeat!
This was not merely a matter of humiliation. According to their previous wager, his eldest son Ning Chen and his most beloved daughter Ning Rongrong would be taken to Spirit Hall to "study."
They called it