The Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda as a Spiked Club? Ning Fengzhi Bashes Tang Hao!

When everyone looked up, they saw that the figure of Golden Crocodile Douluo was falling straight down from the sky like a meteorite.

Boom!

He slammed heavily beside the crater Tang Hao had created, the terrifying impact causing the earth to crack again and sending dust billowing into the sky.

When the smoke cleared, his young yet still incredibly dignified face was now clouded with gloom.

His sharp eyes slowly swept over everyone present.

Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Demon Bear Douluo...

Spirit Kite Douluo, Holy Dragon Douluo...

Even Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo...

Anyone whose gaze fell upon him, regardless of their inner thoughts, invariably lowered their head, and no one dared to meet his eyes.

An atmosphere of guilt spread eerily among these people.

"Very good!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed in extreme anger. He stretched out his finger and tapped each of these people's noses, his voice filled with suppressed volcanic rage.

"This is what I told you before we set off!"

"The sole purpose of this mission is to find that perfect 'bonsai' for our senior! To fulfill his request!"

"But what about you!"

His voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap.

"One by one, ignoring the important matters, they're treating Tang Hao, this good-for-nothing, like a toy!"

"You almost let him get away! Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's chest heaved violently with rage, and his hand pointing at the crowd trembled slightly.

"In your hearts, is the task assigned by your seniors really that unimportant?!"

At that moment, everyone understood.

Golden Crocodile Douluo wasn't angry that they almost let Tang Hao escape.

He was angry with them... because they were so engrossed in testing new toys that they almost "desecrated" their seniors' mission!

This... this is such a serious error of thought!

Everyone present, including Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Upper Three Sects, lowered their heads even further, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Yes.

The seniors' tasks are the top priority.

They almost forgot their business because they got carried away with their hands, and nearly made a big mistake.

If this gets back to the older generation, wouldn't their impression of them be completely ruined?

The thought of being disliked by their seniors, or even being stripped of their right to enter Maple Dye Pavilion, instantly soaked everyone's backs with cold sweat.

Seeing everyone's sudden realization, Golden Crocodile Douluo's anger subsided slightly.

But he still gritted his teeth and growled, "I really want to beat you bunch of stupid idiots who can't tell what's important to you!"

Having said that, he didn't bother to look at his shameful colleagues anymore. He snorted coldly, turned around, and strode into the dark cave.

The elder's "bonsai" is still waiting inside.

For a moment, outside the cave, only Tang Hao, who was still unconscious in the pit, remained, along with fifteen Title Douluo glaring at him, and one support-type Soul Saint.

The air was eerily quiet.

Finally.

Demon Bear Douluo scratched his head and broke the silence in a muffled voice.

"Damn it, the more I think about it, the angrier I get."

"It's all that grandson's fault! He made us get scolded by the Second Worship!"

He glared fiercely at Tang Hao in the pit, seemingly hesitating whether to go down and kick him a couple more times.

Ghost Douluo spoke in a sinister tone.

"Kick him a couple of times to vent your anger, I think it's necessary."

These words seemed to have flipped a switch.

I second that!

Count me in!

"I'm going too!"

The next second, fifteen titled Douluo, like sharks smelling blood, swarmed forward, completely surrounding the small pit.

Then began a brutal, yet strangely rhythmic... circle kicking session.

I don't know how much time passed.

Tang Hao woke up.

Or rather, he had no choice but to wake up.

The first thing he felt upon regaining consciousness was not the pain in his hands and feet, but a continuous tremor coming from all directions.

Some people kicked him in the stomach.

There were kicks in the face.

There are even those who specialize in the lower body!

"Magic Bear, you bastard, stop hitting my groin! That's where I'm eyeing it!"

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, curling his body into a ball as he endured a humiliation he had never imagined in his life.

Tang Hao desperately protected his head and vital organs with both hands, curled up on the ground like a shrimp, and was kicked and rolled around.

He wanted to rebel.

But the moment he moved, he was met with more than a dozen even more ferocious attacks.

He wanted to swear.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, a big foot accurately imprinted itself on it.

Tang Hao could only desperately search for a breakthrough amidst the endless beatings.

Tang Hao's gaze pierced through the gaps in the crowd and precisely locked onto Ning Fengzhi, who stood outside the circle with a smile on her face, as if admiring art.

"Ning Fengzhi!"

Tang Hao used all his strength to let out a blood-curdling roar, like a cuckoo weeping for blood.

"In previous years, you have always advocated that the Upper Three Sects join forces to fight against the Spirit Hall!"

"Today you actually colluded with them! Helping the Spirit Hall against me!"

"Aren't you afraid that my Clear Sky Sect will become sworn enemies with your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect from this day forward?!"

These words carried a provocative tone, a threat, and the last struggle of a top expert on the continent.

However.

As soon as the words were spoken, the previously noisy "circle kick" scene instantly fell silent.

A dozen or so cryptic gazes shifted from Tang Hao to Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi, who had been watching the show with a smile, froze instantly.

A bead of cold sweat, the size of a bean, slowly slid down his temple from his forehead.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

He had a feeling that after Tang Hao shouted those words, the way the people from the Spirit Hall looked at him instantly changed!

That look in his eyes carried scrutiny, suspicion, and even a Sisi of... wariness.

This is outrageous!

Ning Fengzhi's heart skipped a beat!

His Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had finally managed to become somewhat familiar with his seniors, barely managing to squeeze into the outer circle of the Spirit Hall's core sycophantic circle, and finally managed to board the giant ship that was his senior's towering vessel.

Now, that bastard Tang Hao actually wants to kick him off the ship with just one sentence?!

Clear Sky Sect?

Cooperate?

Screw your Clear Sky Sect!

In front of our seniors, what kind of bastard is your Clear Sky Sect?!

In an instant, Ning Fengzhi's face turned from deathly pale to a deep liver color at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Bullshit!"

A furious curse, completely out of character for a refined sect leader, exploded from Ning Fengzhi's mouth!

He pointed at Tang Hao, who was curled up on the ground, and spoke righteously and sternly.

"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has always only befriended the Spirit Hall, which is upright and represents the orthodoxy and future of the continent!"

"When have we ever colluded with cowardly, treacherous cowards like your Clear Sky Sect who hide from the world and betray their principles?!"

"Tang Hao! Stop spreading rumors and sowing discord between the elders of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Spirit Hall!"

These words were spoken with resounding force and conviction!

The titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall around him nodded repeatedly, and their gazes toward Ning Fengzhi softened considerably.

Hmm, this old fox still has some sense.

However, Ning Fengzhi felt that simply talking wasn't enough!

We must take concrete actions to prove our stance!

With a flash of light in his hand, the magnificent and dazzling Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was summoned!

However, he did not activate the pagoda to provide additional support effects for everyone as usual.

Instead...

He gripped the tip of the pagoda with his other hand, and hoisted the heavy pagoda onto his shoulder as if he were carrying a spiked club!

To everyone's astonishment, Ning Fengzhi jumped into the pit in a few steps, squeezing between Ghost Leopard Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo.

He raised the "club" high in his hand, pointing it at Tang Hao's forehead, which had just been raised and was still looking completely bewildered.

Bang!

Bang!

Just two hits!

"I'll teach you to talk nonsense!"

"I'll teach you to sow discord!"

Crisp! Loud!

It wasn't very forceful, but it was extremely insulting!

This moment.

The whole world fell silent.

Even those titled Douluo who were just kicking so enthusiastically were stunned in place, their mouths agape, as if they had witnessed some kind of miracle.

Ning... Sect Master Ning?

Is this tower... used like this?