Ning Rongrong Kneels, Becoming Tang Yu's Disciple?!

The words had barely fallen.

Tang Yu raised his right hand casually and gave a light wave in mid-air.

The suffocating killing intent that had previously shrouded the entire mountaintop receded instantly like a retreating tide.

The oppressive crimson light in the sky retracted along with it, and the sunlight spilled down once more.

That terrifying power, which had seemed capable of swallowing all life just moments ago, vanished as if it had never existed.

Once the formation was withdrawn.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong, lying on the ground, immediately felt a warm current return to their bodies.

The vitality that had been forcibly drained away was miraculously beginning to flow back.

Their withered, aged appearances gradually returned to their original state.

Their deathly pale complexions slowly regained a healthy flush, and their breathing became steady and strong once again.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong were deeply shocked once more.

They were dignified Super Douluo of level ninety-five and above, figures standing at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent.

Yet now, their very life force had been completely at the mercy of another, manipulated and controlled at will.

Feeling that all their vitality had fully returned to their bodies and that they were no longer in any danger.

The two hurriedly scrambled to their feet and knelt on one knee.

"Many thanks to Prince Wuyang for sparing our lives!"

Chen Xin and Gu Rong shouted in unison, their tones filled with the relief of surviving a catastrophe and profound gratitude.

Seeing a disaster that would have wiped out their sect vanish into thin air.

Ning Fengzhi immediately stood up and turned to face the sect disciples behind him, who had long since been frightened out of their wits.

He raised his scepter high and issued a Sect Master's order in a loud voice.

He summoned the thousands of disciples from every level of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to assemble in perfect order on the plaza before the mountain gate.

Led by Ning Fengzhi, everyone knelt in unison toward Tang Yu in mid-air.

"From this day forward, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect shall follow the lead of the Blue Silver King!"

The grand sound echoed through the valley for a long time, deafening in its intensity.

Tang Yu remained standing high in the sky with his hands behind his back.

A breeze brushed past his black robes, causing his hair to lift gently.

He accepted the homage of the tens of thousands of members of the world's number one support sect with composure.

Ning Rongrong, kneeling at the very front, lifted her head slightly to gaze up at the figure standing in the void.

The sunlight outlined the youth's tall, straight posture, making him appear exceptionally imposing.

For a moment, this proud daughter of heaven was completely mesmerized.

This was a real man, a peerless hero capable of turning clouds and rain with a flip of his hand.

By comparison, what was Oscar, who was always fawning over her?

He wasn't even fit to carry the shoes of this Prince Wuyang.

Just as the crowd finished their act of worship.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and suddenly stepped forward from the crowd.

He bowed slightly, a flattering smile on his face.

"Your Highness."

"I have a presumptuous request, and I hope Your Highness might grant it."

After speaking, Ning Fengzhi turned his head to look at his daughter, Ning Rongrong, who was still kneeling on the ground in a daze.

He then shifted his gaze back to Tang Yu in mid-air.

"Your Highness possesses heaven-defying strength and is a talent without equal in the history of the Douluo Continent."

"My young daughter, Ning Rongrong, has decent aptitude."

"I wonder if Your Highness would do us the honor of allowing Ning Rongrong to stay by your side to serve tea and water, and become your disciple."

A breeze blew across the mountain gate plaza of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The scent of blood and the aura of slaughter had completely dissipated.

Sunlight once again bathed the scarred and battered bluestone slabs.

Ning Rongrong stood rooted to the spot in a daze.

Her mind kept replaying that scene of world-destroying power from just moments ago.

The black-robed youth had only slightly raised his hand.

Two Super Douluo of level ninety-five and above had fallen like ants, without the slightest power to resist.

The little girl's heart hammered violently against her ribs.

This was the first time in her life she had felt such intense adoration for someone.

Back at Shrek Academy, she had always felt that those so-called geniuses were nothing special.

Even Oscar, who was always fawning over her, seemed less significant than a speck of dust compared to Tang Yu.

Even if you added Dai Mubai and Tang San together, they wouldn't be worth a single finger of Tang Yu.

A sense of longing sprouted wildly in Ning Rongrong's heart like weeds.

If she could learn from someone like this, she would surely be able to walk sideways across the Douluo Continent in the future.

Ning Rongrong did not hesitate at all.

She stepped forward, arriving directly beneath Tang Yu.

Her knees went weak, and she knelt heavily onto the hard stone floor.

Her knees struck the stone with a dull thud, yet she seemed not to feel the pain at all.

"Please, Prince Wuyang, take me as your disciple!"

Ning Rongrong tilted her head back, her eyes burning as she gazed at Tang Yu suspended in mid-air.

Her voice was crisp and melodious, carrying a hint of her usual arrogance and confidence.

In her eyes, she was the apple of the eye of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Taking the initiative to kneel and seek a master was an unprecedented first for her.

No matter what, the other party would have to give her—and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—this much face.

Tang Yu lowered his head slightly.

His gaze swept indifferently over the kneeling Ning Rongrong.

There was not a ripple of emotion in his eyes.

He was completely unmoved by the fact that she was a world-renowned genius girl.

"No."

The two crisp, clean words spilled from Tang Yu's lips.

There was no further explanation, nor was there any room for negotiation.

The anticipation on Ning Rongrong's face froze instantly.

She even suspected that she had misheard him.

"I'm not good enough?"

Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip in defiance, her voice rising a few octaves.

Since she was a child, no matter what request she made, her father and her two grandfathers would always satisfy her.

Everywhere she went, she was the center of attention.

When had she ever been rejected so bluntly?

The little girl's stubborn temper flared up instantly.

She straightened her upper body from the ground, her hands clenched tightly into fists.

"Why not?"

"My martial soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

"It is recognized throughout the entire Douluo Continent as the number one support martial soul."

"Furthermore, I have innate level nine soul power!"

"Looking across the entire world, how many support-type soul masters have talent like mine?"

"You cannot possibly be unaware of how much of an impact the support capabilities of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can have on the battlefield."

"With such powerful talent, why can't I be your disciple?"

Ning Rongrong poured out all her advantages in one breath.

Her chest heaved violently from her agitation.

She simply could not understand where she was lacking.

Ning Fengzhi, standing in the back, felt his scalp tingle as he heard his daughter's interrogation.

His heart, which had just calmed down, jumped back into his throat.

This girl was truly courting death.

Had she not seen that Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone had nearly lost their lives just moments ago?

To think she would dare speak to this god of slaughter in such a tone.

Ning Fengzhi disregarded his dignity as sect master and rushed forward in two or three strides.

He grabbed Ning Rongrong and pulled her behind him.

His face was wreathed in an extremely fawning smile as he bowed repeatedly with his hands cupped.

"Your Highness, please calm your anger. I implore you, please calm your anger."

"Rongrong has been spoiled by me since she was a child; she speaks without thinking and doesn't understand the rules."

"However, what she said just now is indeed the truth."

"Rongrong's talent is exceptionally high, something rarely seen even in the hundred-year history of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."