Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Humiliating Exit; Tang Hao's Challenge?
Hearing this ambiguous answer, Qian Xunji was somewhat disappointed and didn't ask any more questions, quietly watching the match.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is basically doomed to lose. Elder Shadow Snake is in dire straits and is constantly being restrained. On the other hand, the Sacred Dragon Sect's Sect Master is still in complete control, even after just having gone through a battle.
Poison-attribute Soul Master are already at a disadvantage in one-on-one combat, so expecting him to defeat that level 89 White Armored Earth Dragon Soul Master is simply asking the impossible.
"It's over! Eighth Soul Skill, Earth Dragon Shockwave!"
The Sacred Dragon Sect Master roared, and the eighth black Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up. His Soul Power condensed into a dragon shape, and the ground in front of him cracked inch by inch as he charged toward Elder Shadow Snake.
Shadow Snake's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly released a defensive Soul Skill, but he was still hit by the Soul Skill and was sent flying off the arena, unable to get up again.
"The Sacred Dragon Sect wins this match," the referee announced expressionlessly.
Qian Xunji sneered. The strongest in the sect only has eight Soul Ring, yet they have the nerve to call themselves Upper Three Sects. Now you won't even get a spot among the Lower Four Sects.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes glazed over, as if all the strength had drained from her body in an instant. She collapsed to the ground, muttering softly, "Sister, we... we lost."
Ning Dingling slowly closed her eyes, not daring to meet her brother's gaze, and sighed, "We... lost."
She knew that her younger brother took the honor and disgrace of the sect very seriously. He hadn't even made it to the knockout stage of this competition, so one could imagine how much of a blow he had suffered.
I'm afraid they'll never recover...
The sect her father entrusted to her was destined for decline the moment it lost the grand competition...
That fig leaf called "the Upper Three Sects" was torn to shreds the moment of defeat.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is no longer qualified to occupy a spot among the Upper Three Sects.
"The defeat of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is truly regrettable. It just goes to show that the younger generation surpasses the older. Relying mainly on support-type Martial Soul, it's really too much to ask them to stay among the Seven Great Sects. Hopefully, they can pull themselves together. Let's congratulate the Sacred Dragon Sect on their victory."
Qian Xunji stepped forward at the opportune moment and spoke, his tone seemingly regretful and comforting, but everyone present could clearly hear that his words were rubbing salt into the wound, full of sarcasm.
"This is outrageous!"
Ning Fengzhi could easily tell that Qian Xunji's words implied contempt for their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and he was immediately furious.
"Oh? You are... Sect Master Ning's younger brother, right? What do you mean by that?"
With his incredibly sharp senses, Titled Douluo heard every single word of Ning Fengzhi's Qian Xunji remark.
Ning Dingling's heart tightened, and she quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. "My brother misspoke, please forgive His Holiness the Pope. We accept our defeat wholeheartedly, so we'll take our leave now."
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has already lost its chance to become one of the Seven Great Sects. There is no point in it staying here any longer; it will only make them a laughing stock.
Ning Fengzhi pursed his lips, looked at Qian Xunji on the stage, and ultimately did not utter a word of argument.
He was just momentarily out of control of his emotions; he wasn't stupid. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has lost its former glory, and going against the Spirit Hall is clearly not a wise move.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect now only has financial resources to offer; otherwise, it is no longer worthy of being mentioned alongside the Clear Sky Sect or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School, nor is it qualified to talk about being of the same ilk.
Despite being in the prime of his youth, Ning Fengzhi felt as if he had aged thirty years in an instant.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's delegation left.
Yu Mingxiao watched their receding figures, not surprised that they would be the losers in the competition.
He intercepted both Gu Rong and Chen Xin, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect no longer has any capable experts left. It's understandable that they ended up like this.
If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had recruited a new Titled Douluo powerhouse, perhaps they wouldn't have fallen, but in reality, they were not Good Fortune.
The competition was still ongoing, but Yu Mingxiao had already lost interest in watching it.
As expected, Starry Sky Sect won the championship in the following days.
This means they have officially become Upper Three Sects.
Qian Xunji looked at Tang Chen and Yu Yuanzhen and chuckled, "The Upper Three Sects are nominally equal, but in reality, they are ranked. I wonder which of you two will take on the title of the number one sect in the world?"
Yu Yuanzhen; how could he not see that Qian Xunji was trying to sow Qian Xunji? But it was hard to refuse such a blatant scheme. He turned to look at Tang Chen, unsure of what the other was planning to say.
Tang Chen pondered for a moment, then laughed loudly, "My Clear Sky Sect has dominated the world's number one sect for so many years, but this time we will abdicate and hand over this title to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
"Oh? Senior, are you really serious? You don't feel the slightest bit of reluctance?"
A hint of surprise flashed across Qian Xunji's eyes. He glanced at Yu Mingxiao beside him and his heart skipped a beat.
It seems the great battle on Sea God Island was real; this young man's strength truly overwhelms Tang Chen.
"Haha, what's there to be reluctant about? It's just empty fame."
Tang Chen felt a pang of heartache, but knowing he was no match for Yu Mingxiao, he could only force a smile.
"Grandpa, how can you just give up the title of the number one sect in the world like this?"
Tang Chen had decided to back down, but some people in the sect refused to accept this outcome.
Everyone looked at the speaker and saw that it was Tang Hao behind him.
"So it was Haozi, then that's not surprising..." Yu Mingxiao thought to himself.
"Hao'er, I... I am no match for young friend Yu Mingxiao, please stop talking."
Tang Chen was afraid that this grandson would cause trouble, so he quickly spoke up to stop him.
Yu Yuanzhen was deeply shaken. Although Yu Mingxiao had already told him about the outcome of the battle on Sea God Island, hearing a legendary figure like Tang Chen admit that he was no match for his own son still felt like a dream.
As expected of a peerless prodigy, a talent that appears only once every ten thousand years since the founding of their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
And the fact that such an extraordinary person was his own son made him feel like he was in a dream.
"Grandpa! You're clearly boosting the enemy's morale while diminishing our own!" Tang Hao frowned, his face full of resentment.
"Hao'er!" Tang Chen's tone became more serious.
What does it mean to boost the morale of others while diminishing one's own?
He was just stating the truth. Is it so hard to admit defeat?
If you can't even face your own failures, how can you expect to grow and improve in the future?
Tang Hao wouldn't listen to advice; he simply couldn't accept his grandfather backing down out of fear.
His gaze was fixed on Yu Mingxiao, and he said in a deep voice, "I challenge you!"
"Oh?" Yu Mingxiao raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
"Let's fight!" Tang Hao's eyes were resolute; he was ready to give it his all.
"Bang--"
A powerful and overwhelming pressure of Soul Power suddenly enveloped Tang Hao.
In the blink of an eye, the cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out one after another. Tang Hao could no longer support his body and collapsed to his knees, unable to move.