A Reckoning? Does Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Even Qualify?

"Your Excellency!"

"If you do not provide Ning with an explanation today, then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is not to be trifled with."

Ning Fengzhi looked at Qian Wuyou with icy eyes.

At this moment, the gentle smile he wore on ordinary days had vanished, replaced by a face full of cold severity.

As the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the fact that his daughter had nearly been killed was something he absolutely could not tolerate.

Say what you will, but you really cannot ignore the facts.

Ning Fengzhi was a clever man.

He knew that everything that had happened at Shrek Academy was the handiwork of Qian Wuyou.

Otherwise—he simply could not fathom it.

Why would the teachers and students of Shrek Academy, who were usually on good terms and shared laughter, turn on each other without any warning?

The teachers and students of Shrek Academy were already dead.

The Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji, with his limbs severed, was already on the verge of death.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, having fainted from the agony of their severed arms.

No matter how one looked at it, this tragic and inhumane infighting at Shrek Academy was permeated with an air of the bizarre.

Without a doubt—someone was definitely pulling the strings from the shadows.

Based on his understanding of the Shrek group.

They would never strike at their own companions, let alone create such a tragic scene of death, destruction, and grievous injury.

Aside from this Qian Wuyou from the Martial Soul Hall standing before him, he could not find a second candidate as the mastermind behind all of this.

"Oh!"

"Give your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect an explanation?"

"Heh!"

"Is your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect even worthy?"

Qian Wuyou curled his lips.

It was as if he believed that once he provided an explanation, Ning Fengzhi and the two Title Douluo, Sword and Bone, would let them leave Heaven Dou City safely.

Did they really think he was unaware—that Ge Long, the Grand Marshal of the Heaven Dou Empire's million-strong army, was currently leading a legion of three thousand Soul Masters and rushing toward Shrek Academy without a moment's rest?

The Heaven Dou Imperial Family had made it clear—they intended to join forces with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to deal with him.

Of course—beyond that, Qian Wuyou had also discovered three old acquaintances.

They were none other than Qian Renxue, who was disguised as the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, "Xue Qinghe," as well as Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo, who were secretly responsible for protecting her safety.

These three were all old acquaintances of Qian Wuyou.

However, he had no time to spare for them right now.

Yet—before Qian Wuyou could speak.

Tang Hao, standing to the side—spoke up first.

"Brother Fengzhi, Your Eminences Sword and Bone, what is there to discuss with someone from the Martial Soul Hall!"

"The person who caused your daughter to suffer such a disaster is precisely this stinking brat before you, called Qian Wuyou."

"The little girl beside that stinking brat is Qian Wuyou's younger sister, and she is the one who obtained the sacrifice of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Not only does she possess a hundred-thousand-year sixth soul ring, but she also has a hundred-thousand-year left leg soul bone!"

Tang Hao's voice rang out like a great bell, echoing continuously throughout Heaven Dou City, his tone filled with intense fury.

Since he and Tang San could not have it—Xiao Wu's hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone—then he would not let that little girl have an easy time either.

Consequently—Tang Hao directly utilized all of his soul power to spread the news of the hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone throughout the surrounding streets and alleys, ensuring that every single person in Heaven Dou City heard it clearly.

"What???"

"A hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone???"

As expected—

Once Tang Hao uttered these words, the entire Heaven Dou City erupted into chaos.

Countless gazes—turned in unison toward the young girl beside Qian Wuyou, their eyes filled with shock and greed.

Even Ning Fengzhi and the two Douluo, Sword and Bone, were no exception.

Although they could not obtain the hundred-thousand-year soul ring, a hundred-thousand-year soul bone was something one could kill for and seize...

Ten-thousand-year soul bones were already known as the Blood River Treasure—so what of a hundred-thousand-year soul bone, which was even more precious than that?

One had to know—such a treasure as a hundred-thousand-year soul bone was a supreme item they could not hope to obtain in a lifetime...

And yet—it had now appeared so vividly—on a young girl, which made it impossible for others not to be agitated and greedy?

If not for their fear of Qian Wuyou, a peak Douluo, it was likely that someone would have already been unable to suppress the greed in their hearts and launched a fierce attack to seize that hundred-thousand-year soul bone, which was enough to drive the entire Soul Master world—into a frenzy.

Even so, undercurrents surged through the crowd. Gaze after gaze, hidden yet scorching, remained glued to Qian Wuyou, their breathing turning heavy and rapid.

Many Soul Masters flickered their eyes, calculating frantically in their hearts. Once Qian Wuyou was pinned down by Tang Hao and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, they would instantly transform into starving wolves, lunging forward regardless of the cost to seize that Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

"How... how insolent..."

Being stared at by so many malicious eyes, Qian Wulu felt goosebumps breaking out all over her body.

Yet, she forced herself to endure the discomfort, striving to maintain the haughty demeanor befitting a little princess of the Angel Clan. Her voice carried a trace of imperceptible trembling, but she still braced herself to snap back.

"W-what are you all looking at?"

"I am a descendant of the Angel God, the Young Mistress of the Angel Clan. My own brother is a peak Title Douluo with a configuration of three black and six red soul rings."

"Not only do I have Title Douluo-level guardians by my side, but I also have a legion of thousands of Soul Masters acting as my bodyguards."

"Whoever dares to harbor designs on this young lady is making an enemy of my entire Angel Clan!"

Qian Renxue: "Hmm???"

Snake Lance Douluo: "What the hell???"

Chi Xue: "Is that for real???"

Good heavens, truly good heavens.

What the hell—Young Mistress of the Angel Clan.

If you, Qian Wulu, are the Young Mistress of the Angel Clan, then who is she, Qian Renxue?

Qian Renxue rested her chin on her hand...

Snake Lance Douluo fell into deep thought...

Chi Xue was bewildered...

In all the years they had spent undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire, what on earth had happened to Martial Soul Hall and the Angel Clan?

Their heads were itching—it felt like they were about to grow new brains.

Just then, Flender, standing nearby, also spoke up.

"His Excellency Haotian, Sect Master Ning, His Excellency Sword Douluo, His Excellency Bone Douluo, I implore you to take action and help slay Qian Wuyou to avenge the teachers and students of our Shrek Academy who have perished!"

Their Shrek Academy had suffered heavy losses; if they could not kill Qian Wuyou, he feared he would never be able to rest in peace, even in death.

Liu Erlong, who had survived, was also filled with grief and indignation, her eyes locked onto Qian Wuyou.

As for that trash Yu Xiaogang, after the Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Golden Sacred Dragon was dispelled, he had collapsed into a dead faint due to the forced overdraft of his life force.

You really have to hand it to him.

Forced under the control of Angel Domination, Yu Xiaogang had been constantly overdrawing his life force to squeeze out soul power.

In less than half an hour.

Yu Xiaogang looked as if his essence and spirit had been drained dry; his entire head of black hair had turned white, and his appearance had aged rapidly.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang looked like a withered old man, no longer possessing that high-spirited air he once had.

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