This is indeed a paradox.
Peerless Douluo, that is an existence that stands at the pinnacle of the human world, and every move affects the situation in the continent.
If there really is such a person, it is impossible for him to be unknown. Until today, he was mentioned by the Spirit Hall because Tang Hao robbed his things.
Faced with Gu Rong's direct question, both Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin fell into a brief silence.
They also couldn't figure it out.
At this moment, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan leader Yu Yuanzhen, who was sitting next to them, suddenly coughed slightly, attracting the attention of the three people.
Yu Yuanzhen did not turn his head, but glanced at the high platform and reminded in a low voice:
"Sect Master Ning, you two... have you noticed the two people sitting next to the saint?"
"Those two people?"
When Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong heard this, their eyes immediately followed Yu Yuanzhen's instructions and turned to the high platform again.
Four people were sitting there.
Saint Bibi Dong, they know each other.
They also vaguely know about the daughter of Qian Renxue and Qian Xunji.
The remaining two...
One is a child who looks to be only six or seven years old, with a delicate face and clear eyes, sitting there quietly.
There was no expression on his little face, and he seemed indifferent to the scene in front of him.
Next to him, sat a tall, middle-aged man with a cold face, wearing a dark blue robe.
At this moment, he was crossing his arms and scanning the Clear Sky Sect people in the field with cold eyes. His breath was calm, giving people a feeling as heavy as a deep-sea reef.
They had naturally seen these two people before, but they only thought they were some elder from the Spirit Hall or the descendants of an important guest, and did not pay special attention to them.
"Sect Master Yu means...?" Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly and looked at Yu Yuanzhen again, waiting for his next words.
He was keenly aware that Yu Yuanzhen seemed to see something.
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes still stayed on the high platform and said slowly:
"I have never seen that burly man. Although I can't say that I recognize all the known Titled Douluos on the mainland, whether they belong to the Spirit Halls, other sects, or casual cultivators, I should have heard of his general characteristics and Martial Soul attributes."
He paused, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes:
"But this person's aura is powerful and vast, and there is a faint sound of surging tides. He is not comparable to any Titled Douluo I know. Moreover, sitting there, he is vaguely on an equal footing with Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong and others. He even... has a feeling of being aloof. This is by no means the posture that an ordinary guest or subordinate should have."
"As for the child..."
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes stayed on Ye Qing for a moment and asked, "Being able to sit in that position is unusual in itself. Besides, don't you think he is too calm?"
When Chen Xin heard Yu Yuanzhen's analysis, he was slightly startled at first, then a sword light flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to have thought of some possibility, and whispered:
"Sect Master Yu, you mean... these two people may come from some unknown... hidden family or force?"
The mainland is vast and has a long history. It is true that there may be some hidden heritages that are rarely seen in the world but have profound foundations.
If Tang Hao robbed such a force's treasure, and that force had an old relationship with the Spirit Hall, it would make sense to ask Spirit Hall to come forward.
However, Gu Rong frowned and questioned:
"The Hidden World Family? Old bitch, I'm not pouring cold water on you. Even if there is a Hidden World Family and it has a strong man of Titled Douluo level. But if you want to be able to be brothers with the Spirit Hall, let Qian Xunji, or even Qian Daoliu is willing to go to war for such a big deal... How strong does this hidden family have to be? I'm afraid it won't be weaker than us Upper Three Sects, right? It's absolutely impossible for such a force to be hidden in the world without leaving any traces."
This is also the doubt in the minds of Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.
A hidden force that can talk to the Spirit Hall on an equal footing?
This sounds even more incredible than the sudden appearance of Peerless Douluo.
"In any case, after today's incident, the situation of the Douluo Continent, I'm afraid... is going to undergo some changes that we didn't expect."
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.
He looked again at the calm children and stern man on the high platform, and then at the miserable Clear Sky Sect in the field. A touch of complicated emotions appeared on his handsome and elegant face.
There is a hint of regret that Clear Sky Sect is about to decline.
In any case, Clear Sky Sect has been known as the best sect in the world for decades, and it is a monument to Soul Master World.
Now that it is about to be overturned in such a dishonorable way, it is inevitable that people will feel a bit sad about the death of a rabbit and the uncertainty of the world.
But more importantly, it is an uncontrollable expectation and enthusiasm.
If Clear Sky Sect fails, what will be left behind will be a huge power vacuum and endless benefits!
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, can you take this opportunity to take a step further and truly ascend to the top spot in the world?
This thought, like wildfire, instantly spread in his heart.
He quietly glanced at Yu Yuanzhen beside him, and found that although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan patriarch's face remained calm, the depth of his sharp eyes also shone with thought and calculation.
Obviously, he, Ning Fengzhi, is not the only one who has the same idea.
There is a saying that goes well: Who doesn't want to go further?
Especially for forces like them that are already at the top of the continent.
Even a small step forward will mean earth-shaking changes.
This means more resources, voice, and the continuation and glory of inheritance.
On weekdays, Upper Three Sects are in the same spirit and act as horns to each other, working together to check and balance Spirit Hall.
But once one's own core interests are touched, that seemingly solid alliance may become more fragile than paper.
When it comes to cutting, it is faster and more ruthless than anyone else.
This is reality, cold and cruel.
Just when the forces on all sides have different thoughts, some are regretful, some are expecting, some are calculating, while everyone at the Clear Sky Sect in the center of the field is waiting in despair and humiliation--
Qian Xunji on the high platform slowly glanced at the dark crowd below, then looked up at the sky.
The sun is already approaching zenith.
The graceful and majestic smile that always hung on his face shrank slightly.
It's almost time.
The pressure that should be given has been given enough.
The audience that was supposed to come has basically arrived.
The stage is set up, the audience enters, and all that remains is... the protagonist's appearance.
Or, it's the catalyst that drives the plot to the climax.
Qian Xunji turned his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who stood aside like a golden statue.
His voice was not high, but it carried an undeniable calmness, which was clearly transmitted to Yue Guan and also to the ears of everyone nearby:
"Yue Guan."
"Yes, His Holiness the Pope!" Chrysanthemum Douluo immediately bowed and responded.
Qian Xunji cast his gaze towards the center of the square. The remaining disciples of the Clear Sky Sect, who were surrounded and trembling in the core, slowly spoke and gave the order:
"Go, from among those people..."
He paused, as if he was making a selection, or as if he was giving someone who might be peeking in here some time to think.
Then, he uttered the second half of the sentence, his voice was calm, but the temperature of the entire square instantly dropped to freezing point:
"... pick out ten Clear Sky Sect disciples."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was completely silent!
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on Chrysanthemum Douluo, and then turned sharply to the pale-faced Clear Sky Sect disciples in the center of the square.
Pick out ten disciples?
What is he going to do?!
An extremely ominous premonition, like the thickest dark cloud, instantly enveloped the entire Clear Sky Sect Square and weighed on the hearts of every spectator.