Inside the temple's conference room.
Ning Xiuyuan and the others sat in their seats, discussing matters among themselves.
"Gentlemen, you've all been with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for years. You followed the Old Sect Master for many years and developed a fine business sense. This time, I hope you'll give it one hundred and twenty percent.
"I ask for nothing else. I only hope you'll secure greater benefits for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
"Rest assured, Sect Master. The three of us won't let you down." The three Soul Douluo cupped their hands in response, looking utterly confident.
"Sect Master!"
Chen Jianjun spoke up to alert Ning Xiuyuan, his eyes signaling that someone had arrived. The group stopped talking and prepared themselves.
The conference room doors slowly swung open, and Murong Huai and Wu Xianyun walked in. Seeing only the two of them, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect members exchanged glances, a hint of disdain and certainty of victory in their eyes.
But the next moment, everyone's pupils abruptly contracted. Murong Fuhai stood before them in his Nine Dragon Black Armor, his black hair flowing freely. A killing intent surged around him, and his aura blazed like a rainbow.
His gaze swept over the members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. The blood-soaked menace of a man who had spent years on the battlefield bore down on them.
In an instant, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect members seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. A dark-red world enveloped them.
Ning Xiuyuan and the other Soul Douluo couldn't help but shudder. Cold sweat trickled down their backs. Even Chen Jianjun's mind faltered for a moment.
"What terrifying pressure. His strength must have already reached Super Douluo level!"
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