Ning Fengzhi Kneels! Seven Treasures Submit!!

"Eighth Soul Skill, Sword Piercing the Firmament!"

Chen Xin gripped the hilt with both hands, pouring every ounce of his strength into a violent downward swing.

As this strike was unleashed, the clouds in the sky were instantly cleaved in two, and the surrounding winds and clouds shifted violently.

Gale-force winds howled, whipping up sand and stone, and the entire valley groaned under the weight of this overwhelming sword intent.

Behind him, Ning Fengzhi felt the aura of destruction contained within that strike with chilling clarity.

His heart was instantly filled with profound shock.

This was Uncle Sword's strongest single-target burst, capable of cleaving through any obstacle in this world.

With such a desperate, all-or-nothing strike, perhaps they could truly tear through this bizarre devouring formation.

Ning Rongrong clutched her fists tightly to her chest, not daring to blink even once.

The young girl prayed incessantly in her heart.

Grandpa Sword, you must win.

"BOOM!!!"

In mid-air, that terrifying golden beam of sword light resembled a roaring dragon.

Carrying the momentum to sweep across an entire army, it slashed straight toward the black-robed youth ahead.

The sword light was brilliant and blinding, illuminating the dim world as if it were broad daylight.

Its sharp edge seemed poised to sever the very space in its path, along with that eerie suction force.

This strike, arguably the strongest of Sword Douluo's life, displayed power sufficient to make any expert in the world pale.

Yet, facing a strike capable of shocking heaven and earth, Tang Yu's expression remained entirely ripple-free.

He lifted his eyelids slightly, not even deigning to look directly at the incoming sword light.

A futile gesture, nothing more.

Tang Yu slowly raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers in the void.

Then, he abruptly clenched his fingers inward toward the whistling sword light.

It was such a simple movement.

In an instant, the power of the Forest of Eternal Treasures domain poured out like a bursting dam.

That streak of extreme scarlet light instantly blanketed everything in the surrounding space.

The moment that once-brilliant sword light touched this domain power, it was as if it had slammed into an insurmountable wall of bronze and iron.

Following a teeth-grinding sound of shattering, the massive golden sword shadow crumbled inch by inch in mid-air.

Immediately after, the countless violent sword qi energies could not even hold for a single breath before collapsing instantly under the devouring force.

They transformed into specks of light, merging into that scarlet field, vanishing without a trace.

"Pfft!!!"

The moment the sword light shattered, Chen Xin was struck as if by lightning, his face turning from pale to ashen.

Suffering severe backlash on the spot, he spat out a massive mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

His tall frame was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

The terrifying nature of the Forest of Eternal Treasures was displayed to its fullest extent in this moment.

It was an absolute forbidden zone capable of absorbing even the soul and life force itself.

Even the strongest soul skill Chen Xin had unleashed with his life's blood was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree; it could not break through even a fraction.

Two dull thuds followed in quick succession.

The figures of the two peerless Douluo, Chen Xin and Gu Rong, slammed heavily onto the bluestone floor.

The immense impact gouged two deep pits into the ground, sending debris flying in all directions.

The two experts, renowned across the world for years, now lay there, their clothes stained with blood, their breaths fading.

"Lost..."

Ning Fengzhi stared in a daze, his legs feeling as if they were filled with lead, unable to move a single step.

What kind of terrifying power was this?

His reason was shattered in this moment, his mind buzzing with noise.

Having scoured ancient texts and traversed the continent for so many years, he had never heard of such a thing.

That in this world, there could exist a person powerful to such a monstrous degree.

With a mere wave of his hand, he had crushed two Super Douluo above level ninety-five, leaving them without a shred of resistance.

Ning Rongrong's mind was already a blank slate, stripped of all ability to think.

She looked up in a daze, seeing Tang Yu still standing steadily in mid-air.

His black robes snapped in the wind, and he was wreathed in a heart-stopping red light.

The young man merely raised a hand slightly, and that aura felt like the master of heaven and earth.

It was as if the life and death of all things in this world rested entirely upon his whim.

Ning Rongrong felt her scalp tingle, her heart beating so fast it felt like it would leap out of her throat.

She felt that what she was facing at this moment was not a human being of flesh and blood at all.

But a god, high above, wielding the power of slaughter!

Lying in the deep crater, Chen Xin and Gu Rong were in an increasingly critical state.

Their once-vibrant life force was rapidly dissipating along with that red light.

Their originally black hair turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their skin lost its luster, developing deep wrinkles.

Seeing this, cold sweat streamed down Ning Rongrong's back.

She suddenly realized that the strength and methods of this youth, who was not much older than herself, were likely beyond the reach of common logic.

Just as Ning Rongrong was lost in terror and distraction.

A loud thud exploded in her ears.

She turned her head to look and saw her father, the Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, actually bending his knees and kneeling heavily to the ground.

Ning Fengzhi pressed his hands against the floor, his head bowed low, his voice trembling with clear submission.

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is convinced and defeated today."

"I beg Prince Wuyang to show mercy and spare the lives of Chen Xin and Gu Rong."

"From this day forward, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to submit heart and soul to the Blue Silver King."

Hearing these words.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong in the crater struggled to turn their heads and exchanged a glance.

Their eyes were filled with bitterness and helplessness, but even more so with awe for that absolute power.

They did not speak to refute, but struggled to prop up their bodies.

They likewise lowered their proud heads, signaling their willingness to submit to this young Blue Silver King.

Ning Rongrong was stunned, standing blankly on the spot with a face full of bewilderment.

She could never have imagined that her usually proud father and two invincible grandfathers would be so servile as to kneel and beg for mercy.

Ning Fengzhi caught a glimpse of his daughter still standing there like a fool.

He was immediately horrified and hurriedly reached out to grab the hem of her clothes.

"Ning Rongrong, what are you still standing there for!"

"Kneel down!"

Having said that, Ning Fengzhi did not care about his daughter's reaction; he used force to press her head down.

He forced Ning Rongrong to drop to her knees with him, kneeling respectfully on the cold stone floor.

Tang Yu looked coldly at the high-ranking members of the great sect kneeling below.

He watched them quietly, yet did not utter a single word in response.

Cold sweat dripped from Ning Fengzhi's forehead onto the ground, his entire body tense with anxiety.

He feared that if this god of slaughter were displeased, he would wipe out the entire sect.

After a long while.

Tang Yu's cold voice finally drifted down from mid-air.

"Since you are willing to submit, I shall spare your lives."

"But I will state the rules only once; let there not be a next time."