Oscar looked at Ning Rongrong's pleading gaze, then at the despairing expressions on Ning Fengzhi and the others.
It seemed... this was the only way.
If he refused, Rongrong... and the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be wiped out today.
He looked at Cen Yu and asked, "If I agree, will you really keep your word?"
At this, Cen Yu looked at Oscar curiously.
Oh? Is he planning to give in so his little girlfriend won't get hurt?
"Of course~ My promises never go unfulfilled."
"As long as you join Spirit Hall, no one here will suffer any more casualties today."
"..."
Oscar fell silent for a long while. Finally, he gritted his teeth and pressed the strand of energy in his hand into the space between his brows.
Seeing this, Guang Ling chuckled and patted Cen Yu on the shoulder, then murmured, "I never would've guessed you'd bring the second-largest sect in the world to heel so easily."
"Are we heading to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan next?"
Cen Yu shook his head. "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan can either pay compensation or have the whole clan die."
"The clan Yu Xiaogang came from? Taking them in would leave a bad taste in my mouth."
Cen Yu thought the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be better off relocating near Spirit City.
He couldn't be bothered with all that undercover-agent and double-agent nonsense. Keeping people where he could see them was much more reassuring.
However, this move was bound to put the two empires on guard, so Cen Yu left Gui Mei and Yue Guan behind to deal with the aftermath.
He, meanwhile, set off for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan with Guang Ling and Azure Luan.
Ning Fengzhi still wanted to struggle a little longer. He said to Yue Guan, "Relocating the sect is no small matter. Could we perhaps..."
Before he could finish, Yue Guan said helplessly, "Sect Master Ning, I can't make decisions for that child. There's no use telling me."
"Besides, why didn't you bring this up while Cen Yu was still here? Why raise it now?"
At that, Sword Douluo immediately came to Ning Fengzhi's defense. "What kind of thing is that to say? You—Ah!!!"
Suddenly, he let out a scream and clutched his head tightly.
"What! What! What is this?!"
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly summoned his martial soul.
"Uncle Jian!"
"Seven Treasures turn, Glazed Light shines!"
In an instant, seven-colored light fell over Sword Douluo.
Just as Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief, the man before him seemed to grow even more distressed.
"What?!" Ning Fengzhi hurriedly looked at Bone Douluo. "Uncle Gu, what's going on?"
Why had Uncle Jian suddenly become so distressed? Could it be Cen Yu?!
Bone Douluo watched for a while, then shook his head gravely. "I can't tell..."
The three of them, Sword Douluo included, had no idea what was happening—and couldn't have discovered it.
In Sword Douluo's sea of consciousness, a chibi Cen Yu was repeatedly jabbing his soul with a long spear.
Only after a while, when he sensed Sword Douluo had given up resisting, did he stop.
At the same time, the pain in Sword Douluo's head ceased.
Gui Mei gave a cold laugh. "You didn't take Cen Yu's words as idle chatter, did you? He already told you there'd be no trouble if you didn't think about resisting."
A Super Douluo at level ninety-six had suddenly developed an unbearable headache. What else could it be but that he'd entertained the thought of resisting?
Had he suddenly come down with a headache disorder? What a joke.
At the other end of the world.
When he saw his father return, Tang San, his face covered in stubble, hurriedly asked, "Father! How is Xiao Wu?!"
"Did Spirit Hall lock her up? Damn Spirit Hall! Sooner or later, I'll rescue Xiao Wu!"
Xiao Wu...
Hearing this, Tang Hao's body stiffened. He had just returned, and he didn't know how to answer.
After Tang Hao had lost an arm and a Soul Bone at the Pope Palace that day, his Soul Power Level had fallen to that of a Soul Douluo.
He had only managed to escape with Tang San by detonating his rings.
Now, without receiving treatment in time, his new injuries had piled on top of his old ones, leaving him at the end of his tether. The moment he fought again, all his hidden injuries would erupt at once.
And yet, in these circumstances, Tang San seemed to have gone mad. Not only did he refuse to cultivate, he also pleaded desperately with Tang Hao to find out what had happened to Xiao Wu.
In the end, unable to bear his son's pleas, Tang Hao had no choice but to venture out and gather news with his battered body.
Now that he had returned, seeing that his son didn't care about his injuries and was only concerned with a Soul Beast, he felt even more conflicted.
Seeing Tang Hao remain silent, Tang San's heart sank. He hurriedly pressed him, "Father? Why aren't you saying anything? Did something happen to Xiao Wu?!"
He grabbed Tang Hao's only remaining hand. "Father, say something!"
"..."
Tang Hao sighed, then slowly told Tang San what he had learned recently.
"That Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast has been killed. The entire Spirit City saw the light that shone when it died."
"Stop pining for her. Focus on cultivating, and in the future—"
Before he could finish, Tang San wrenched his hand away from Tang Hao and muttered in disbelief, "No... No... How could she have died?!"
"How is that possible?! How could she have died! Father, are you lying to me?! You didn't go looking for news at all, did you?!"
"So this is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? It looks pretty shabby."
Sitting in a small boat, Cen Yu stared at the distant gatehouse with disdain.
"Can a place like this really pay compensation? Maybe we should just wipe them out and make another powerful Fierce Ghost while we're at it."
("Hm?")
"Ahem... I was only joking. Lao Ji, don't be mad~ Love you, love you~"
Azure Luan sighed. "Xiao Yu, don't go around talking about wiping this one out and that one out. Things haven't reached that point yet."
This child is terrifying... All he ever talks about is killing.
Guang Ling nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Once we go to Slaughter City, there'll be plenty of Fallen Ones for you to kill."
"But for now... you should take a break."
At this, Cen Yu pursed his lips, his gaze flickered, and he switched personalities.
"You two, don't worry. I'm in control now."
Seeing those golden eyes, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
This personality was better. So gentle and mild-mannered.
Just then, a small boat sped toward the one carrying the three of them.
"Who are you?! This is the territory of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Outsiders must leave at once!"
Hearing this, the three of them looked toward the voice.
When he saw who it was, Cen Yu paused, then looked at him in confusion.
Isn't that Yu Tianheng? Why is he out here guarding the entrance?
As he drew closer and recognized Cen Yu, Yu Tianheng froze too, staring at the young man before him in disbelief.
Damn! Why has this menace come here?! Who invited him?!
A nameless fear suddenly rose in his heart.
No, to be precise, the fear Cen Yu had inspired in him hadn't faded at all since that tournament.
After a moment's frantic thought, Yu Tianheng still had to ask with a bitter expression, "Lord Cen Yu, why have you come to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"
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