In a corner on the first floor.
Yu Xiaogang, who had just been ready to enjoy the show, froze. The smile on his face stiffened, and he felt as if he'd been struck by lightning.
"How... how is this possible?!"
"That's Sword Douluo! A level-96 Super Douluo!"
"How could he be suppressed by a young man? This is cheating! It has to be!"
Flender was so terrified that his legs went weak. The aura that had leaked out just moments ago made him feel like a leaf in a gale, liable to be pulverized at any moment.
Was this the strength of that scourge?
Terrifying!
On the second-floor corridor.
Lin Qiu slowly withdrew his hand and looked at the three people before him with an indifferent gaze.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
"If you're only here to show off those paltry skills of yours, you can get lost."
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, forcing down his shock.
He stepped forward. There was not the slightest trace of anger at being humiliated on his face. Instead, he wore an extremely humble smile and bowed deeply to Lin Qiu.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, you misunderstand."
"I, Ning, have come not to provoke you, but specifically to thank Your Highness the Holy Son."
Thank him?
Now, it wasn't just Lin Qiu—even Yu Xiaogang downstairs was dumbfounded.
This wasn't how the script was supposed to go!
Hadn't they come to take revenge? Hadn't they come to rescue someone?
Why were they thanking him instead?
Just then, a crisp, melodious voice came from behind Ning Fengzhi.
"Brother Lin Qiu!"
A petite figure darted out from behind Bone Douluo like a young swallow returning to its nest and threw herself straight into Lin Qiu's arms.
The girl wore a light green dress, her