Ning Fengzhi Kneels in Public, Shaking the Entire Venue!

Accompanied by steady footsteps, Ning Fengzhi walked slowly in from the main gate with a smile on his face.

He wore a pristine white robe, his temperament gentle and refined.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong followed half a step behind, guarding his left and right sides.

Although the three giants did not deliberately release their soul power, the aura of masters long seasoned by the battlefield still made those around them feel a palpitation in their hearts.

The guests parted to make a wide path, their eyes filled with awe.

Ning Fengzhi led the two Super Douluo straight through the crowd to the center of the plaza.

The entire venue fell silent; everyone stretched their necks, staring at this scene.

Everyone was guessing how Ning Fengzhi would greet Tang Yu.

Would it be a greeting between equals, or a clash hidden behind soft words?

However.

The scene that followed shattered the perceptions of everyone present.

Ning Fengzhi walked to the bottom of the steps and suddenly stopped.

He did not cup his hands, nor did he perform the usual polite formalities.

Instead, he lifted the hem of his robe and bent his knees.

Thump.

Ning Fengzhi knelt heavily on the hard bluestone floor.

Behind him, Chen Xin and Gu Rong, those two world-renowned Super Douluo, also knelt on one knee without hesitation, lowering their proud heads.

The Sword Douluo, who once didn't even put the Heaven Dou Emperor in his eyes, was now as docile as a lamb.

Ning Fengzhi's voice echoed over the plaza, revealing a near-fanatical respect and submission.

"Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, along with the entire sect, pays respects to Prince Wuyang!"

"Today, as the Prince hosts this banquet, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect presents three top-grade spirit bones!"

"One hundred-thousand-year immortal herb!"

"Ten thousand catties of extraterrestrial meteor iron!"

"Fifty million Gold Soul Coin!"

"May the Prince enjoy eternal blessings and shake the world with your might!"

Dead silence.

A silence as deep as death.

Across the entire plaza, only the sound of the breeze fluttering the wine banners could be heard.

Several city lords who were holding wine glasses felt their wrists tremble; their cups fell to the ground and shattered, wine splashing everywhere, yet they remained oblivious.

Yu Yuanzhen, who had been sitting upright in his chair, stood up in shock, his pupils contracting violently.

Yu Xiaogang's mouth hung wide open as he stared blankly at the kneeling Ning Fengzhi, his entire person looking like a stone statue weathered for years.

This was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

That was Ning Fengzhi!

He had actually knelt before a young man like the humblest servant, in front of the entire world, bringing with him the two strongest foundations of his sect!

Moreover, the generous gifts he presented were enough to say he had emptied half of the sect's treasury.

The guests felt their brains buzzing, completely unable to comprehend the scene before their eyes.

They had assumed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had come to contend with Tang Yu.

Who could have imagined that this dignified, number-one sect in the world would actually kneel.

And they knelt so, so willingly.

On the high platform.

Tang Yu remained leaning against the back of his chair, merely lifting his eyelids slightly.

Looking at the three men kneeling below, his tone was without the slightest ripple.

"Sect Master Ning is very thoughtful."

"Rongrong is resting in the backyard; after you present your gifts, go see her yourself."

Upon hearing this, a look of being overwhelmed by favor immediately appeared on Ning Fengzhi's face.

He hurriedly kowtowed heavily on the ground.

"Many thanks for the Prince's grace!"

Having said that, Ning Fengzhi stood up and, with Chen Xin and Gu Rong, retreated respectfully to the seats closest to the main table amidst countless dazed gazes.

At this moment, the nature of this banquet had changed.

Those who had originally harbored lucky thoughts, believing that the major forces of the world might unite to keep Tang Yu in check, were now completely disillusioned.

The defenses in their hearts collapsed with a roar.

If even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had its spine snapped, what were they?

For a moment, the clinking of glasses and exchange of toasts at the banquet became incredibly restrained, and even the act of picking up food became cautious.

The banquet continued, but the top powers from all sides felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles.

About an hour later.

A commander of the Black Horse Iron Cavalry, clad in heavy armor, strode onto the high platform.

The commander walked to Tang Yu's side, knelt on one knee, cupped his hands, and spoke in a voice as resonant as a bell.

"Reporting to the Prince!"

"The time for the banquet has arrived, and the top powers from across the world invited by the invitations have all been accounted for."

Tang Yu toyed with the wine goblet in his hand, his gaze remaining fixed on the amber liquid swirling within the cup.

"Read."

A single, simple word, yet it caused the guests below to immediately cease all movement and prick up their ears.

The commander unfolded the roster in his hands and reported in a loud voice.

"Reporting to the Prince."

"Aside from the majority of sects and noble families who arrived on time, there are currently a few who have not appeared."

"The Clear Sky Sect has not arrived!"

"The Strength Clan, Agility Clan, Defense Clan, and Break Clan—the Four Single-Attribute Clans have all not arrived!"

The commander's voice was immense, echoing into every corner of the plaza.

The venue fell into a suffocating silence once again.

The guests exchanged glances, and one could see undisguised shock in each other's eyes.

The Clear Sky Sect!

That was the former number one sect in the world; even in seclusion, its reputation still intimidated the entire continent.

As for the Four Single-Attribute Clans, they were famous for their fiery tempers and for being impervious to both soft and hard tactics.

For these factions to collectively fail to show up made it clear that they had no intention of giving this Prince Wuyang any face.

Xue Qinghe sat in a side seat, and upon hearing this report, a flash of brilliance crossed her eyes.

She turned her head, leaned in closer, and watched Tang Yu's indifferent profile, covering her mouth with a light laugh.

"Prince."

"It seems there are still those who do not care for your favor."

"The Clear Sky Sect is, after all, the former number one sect in the world, with unfathomable foundations."

"And those four clans are even more stubborn thorns."

"They have openly ignored your invitation without even sending a reply. I wonder, Prince, are you angry?"

Tang Yu finally set down the wine goblet in his hand.

He turned his head and looked at Xue Qinghe with a calm gaze.

There was no anger, nor the irritability of one who had been offended.

There was only an indifferent composure.

"I am not angry."

"The world is so vast; there are always a few dogs that do not wish to live."

"Since they do not wish to attend the banquet."

"Then if they do not come, they must die."

Tang Yu's tone was extremely level, as if he were stating a common piece of knowledge.

But as these words fell into Xue Qinghe's ears, her heart gave a violent jolt.

She was Qian Renxue, the Young Master of Martial Soul Hall, and she knew the strength of the Clear Sky Sect better than anyone.

Back then, even Martial Soul Hall considered them a hard nut to crack, which was why they allowed them to seal their mountain and go into seclusion.

Yet in the mouth of this Tang Yu, destroying the Clear Sky Sect sounded as simple as crushing a few ants.

The smile on Xue Qinghe's face vanished instantly, and the look in her eyes as she watched Tang Yu was filled with deep shock and wariness.

Tang Yu pressed his hands onto the armrests of his chair and slowly stood up.

Accompanying his movement.

A terrifying, extreme sense of oppression, like a tangible black tsunami, instantly swept across the entire Blue Silver King Mansion.

It was a peerless, ferocious might forged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.