Ning Fengzhi's Fear! Tang Yu: Come and Fight!!

Facing that overwhelming, crushing pressure, Ning Fengzhi drew in a deep, cold breath.

His heart hammered wildly against his ribs, and a fine layer of sweat quickly beaded on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.

As the master of a sect, he knew all too well how perilous the current situation was.

Those tens of thousands of black-armored troops, devoid of pain or emotion, were like a pack of beasts ready to strike at any moment.

Once the other party lost patience, or if he failed to provide a satisfactory answer, the thousand-year foundation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would surely be destroyed today, plunging them into an irredeemable crisis.

Ning Fengzhi furrowed his brows, his mind racing as he searched for a glimmer of hope within this desperate situation.

In a flash of inspiration, a brilliant way to resolve the current crisis occurred to him.

He straightened his chest with effort.

He smoothed out his embroidered robes, which had become disheveled from his nervousness.

Fixing his gaze on the black-robed youth on horseback, he strove to make his voice sound steady and powerful.

"Prince Wuyang!"

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has been passed down for a thousand years, weathering countless storms, and our disciples and former subordinates are spread across the entire Douluo Continent."

"We are by no means soft persimmons to be kneaded at will."

Ning Fengzhi's voice was resonant, his tone deliberately emphasized as he tried to reclaim some of the dignity belonging to a great sect during this negotiation.

"If you expect us to bow and submit simply because of a single word from your Excellency, that is absolutely impossible!"

"If I were to surrender like this, what face would I have to meet my ancestors after I die?"

He paused, observing Tang Yu's reaction, before shifting his tone.

"However, everything is open to negotiation."

"If Prince Wuyang insists on our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect submitting, it is not entirely out of the question."

"But your Excellency must gradually demonstrate sufficient strength to prove to the world that you are qualified."

As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi turned to the side and gestured solemnly toward the figures behind him.

"Prince Wuyang, let me introduce them to you."

"These two behind me are the pillars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Sword Douluo, Chen Xin."

"Bone Douluo, Gu Rong."

Following Ning Fengzhi's introduction, Chen Xin and Gu Rong simultaneously stepped forward.

The formidable pressure of Title Douluo was faintly released, standing in opposition to the momentum of the army opposite them.

Ning Fengzhi looked at his two old partners, his expression becoming much more composed.

He turned his head and continued to speak loudly toward Tang Yu.

"These two sect-protecting Douluo are the most elite, peerless powerhouses within our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Looking across the entire continent, they are figures of significant standing."

"Today, if Prince Wuyang can defeat these two sect-protecting Douluo of our sect with your own true ability,"

"Then our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will willingly submit to Prince Wuyang's command, listen to your orders, and have no further objections!"

Having laid out these conditions in full, Ning Fengzhi felt much lighter, his inner confidence gradually rising.

He had calculated everything clearly in his mind, feeling this was a brilliant move.

Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone had been famous for a long time, shaking the soul master world for decades; their unfathomable cultivation and personal strength were not something an ordinary person could compare to.

Looking at this Tang Yu, he was at most eighteen years old.

Even if he had won battles in the Star Luo Empire and been granted a title, the only thing truly formidable about him was the strange army capable of rising from the dead that he commanded.

If one were to set aside the army and fight one-on-one, a teenager, even if he had started cultivating from the womb, could never be considered a top-tier powerhouse.

As long as this Tang Yu was young and impetuous, unable to resist the provocation, and agreed to this duel, then this crisis that threatened to destroy the sect could be easily resolved.

Once the other party was defeated, he would naturally have no face left to demand submission.

The surrounding air instantly fell silent.

The disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect held their breath, not daring to even let out a sigh.

Everyone fixed their eyes on the black-robed youth in front, waiting to see how he would respond to this challenge.

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Tang Yu didn't even lift an eyelid. He looked at Ning Fengzhi with a blank expression and spat out three words, crisp and clear.

"I refuse."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire crowd was in an uproar, like a giant boulder dropped into a calm lake.

Before Ning Fengzhi could even react to what was happening.

BOOM!

The tens of thousands of black-armored soldiers behind Tang Yu took a single, perfectly synchronized step forward.

The thunderous roar of war boots slamming into the ground shook the mountains, sending flocks of birds fleeing into the distance in a panic.

A violent, overwhelming aura of slaughter surged forward like a tidal wave, scattering the very clouds in the sky with its piercing intent.

It was as if the iron cavalry would launch a ruthless assault the moment Tang Yu gave the order.

Ning Fengzhi's expression shifted to one of shock, his recently gathered confidence shattering instantly.

How is this brat not playing by the rules at all!

Shouldn't a normal person either accept the challenge for the sake of dignity or try to haggle a bit?

How does he just bring an entire army to bear at the slightest disagreement!

This is simply the behavior of an unreasonable madman!

Seeing the situation deteriorate instantly, with the black-armored army ready to charge at any moment, Ning Fengzhi could no longer maintain his demeanor as the sect master. He hurriedly lowered his posture, waving his hands repeatedly, his tone becoming extremely polite and even tinged with panic.

"Prince Wuyang, please calm your anger!"

"Let's talk this over properly; please, don't be impulsive!"

"I have long heard of Prince Wuyang's illustrious reputation in the Star Luo Empire, and I have always held you in the highest regard."

"We have absolutely no intention of looking down on Your Excellency."

"It's just that if you want the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to submit, there must be a justification, something that makes us all willing to follow."

"Otherwise, even if I, as the sect master, were to nod and agree, the people below wouldn't be convinced, would they?"

He tried to use words to stabilize the situation, desperately fighting to pull things back to a one-on-one duel.

But Tang Yu, sitting tall on his warhorse, swept a cold, indifferent glance at Ning Fengzhi.

"Enough with the nonsense."

"Whoever wants to fight, come up directly."

As these crisp, decisive words fell, Tang Yu no longer held anything back.

BOOM!

A terrifying, violent aura suddenly erupted from his body.

That energy, like a tangible blood-red storm, carried heaven-shaking power as it instantly swept across all directions.

The hard stones on the surrounding ground shattered inch by inch under this terrifying pressure, turning into piles of powder.

A gale howled, causing the robes of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect members to snap violently in the wind.

Ning Fengzhi, bearing the brunt of it, felt as if his chest had been struck by a heavy hammer. Unable to withstand the force, he staggered back several steps uncontrollably, his face turning as pale as paper.

"How is this possible!"

Even Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, standing beside him, changed their expressions in unison, their faces filled with shock.

The two Super Douluo, who had seen it all and stood at the pinnacle of strength, were now filled with nothing but astonishment.

The fierce, murderous aura sweeping toward them was so intense that even experts of their caliber could feel a genuine and heavy threat of death!