Ning Fengzhi: Take Me With You! Tang Hao Has Come to Maple Dye Pavilion!?

Since associating with the Spirit Hall, Ning Fengzhi subconsciously placed himself in the position of an "ally" of the Spirit Hall, analyzing the pros and cons and weighing the gains and losses for them.

But he forgot.

Or rather, he deliberately ignored a most basic, yet most terrifying, fact.

The Spirit Hall is not his "weak, pitiful, and helpless" Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

They hold more Title Douluo in their hands than you can count on three hands!

There are at least three Peerless Douluo could kill Yu Yuanzhen with a single slap!

Three in total!

Plus three tables of Title Douluo!

Moreover, the vast majority of them are Super Douluo at level 95 or above!

What does this mean?

This is a terrifying force capable of sweeping across the entire continent and establishing a completely new order!

Let alone the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, even if the Upper Three Sects joined forces, plus the two great empires combined, they probably wouldn't be enough for them to sweep through in one round!

Yu Yuanzhen's old dragon?

He's nothing compared to three Peerless Douluo!

Is it a fight to the death?

What makes him so confident? The fish might die, but the net will never break!

You ask me what happened when the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan broke off relations?

Ning Fengzhi mentally slapped himself hard.

Nothing!

I was being nosy!

I was too narrow-minded!

What I just wanted to say was...

Well done! It should have been done a long time ago!

I've disliked those arrogant guys from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for a long time!

Ning Fengzhi's thought process underwent an epic turn at this moment.

What Yu Yuanzhen?

Go tell our Three Great Peerless Douluo.

His thoughts about the "big picture," "stability," and "advantages and disadvantages" were instantly crushed.

Instead, an incredibly clear and urgent thought emerged.

The Spirit Hall has already attacked the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, so they absolutely cannot take advantage of the situation and attack our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as well!

We're in this together! We're loyal family!

"Cough."

Ning Fengzhi cleared his throat, his expression shifting from "concern for the country and its people" to "shared hatred against the enemy."

He stepped forward, bowed slightly to Bibi Dong, his posture extremely humble.

"Your His Holiness the Pope!"

His voice was respectful and sincere.

"Although... although the strength of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect may not meet your approval."

"However, as the Spirit Hall's most steadfast ally, when it came to suppressing rebellious sects like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan..."

Ning Fengzhi bent even lower, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Please, please be sure to bring our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Soul Master!"

"Let them offer their strongest support to Your Majesty's righteous army!"

This righteous and resounding "request" silenced the entire room.

"Elder Ghost, what does he mean?"

Demon Bear Douluo moved closer to Ghost Douluo, lowered his voice, and his rugged face was full of big question marks.

He stretched out his large, fan-like hand and secretly pointed to Ning Fengzhi, who was bowing and scraping before Bibi Dong on the other side.

"Weren't you just stopping Your Majesty, saying we should consider the bigger picture and not break off relations?"

"How come in the blink of an eye, he's going to lead his sect and join us to take down the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

Demon Bear Douluo scratched his enormous head, completely baffled.

Ultimately, his simple thought process led him to what he considered the most reasonable conclusion.

"Could it be... that he also wants to join us in robbing money?"

Ghost Douluo's eye twitched violently.

He almost couldn't resist slapping the Demon Bear Douluo's enormous head.

Robbing money?

How can you talk like that!

We are elders of the Spirit Hall! We are people of status and position!

Can you really call what the Spirit Hall did "robbery"?

This is what we call "seeking compensation according to the law"! It's the enforcement of justice!

Ghost Douluo finished his mental pep talk in one breath, and was about to righteously correct Demon Bear Douluo's erroneous perception.

But when he turned his head, he met the Demon Bear Douluo's clear, yet foolishly sincere eyes...

He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Forget it, this kid's already slow-witted, I'd better not scold him.

Ghost Douluo cleared his throat, adopted a tone as if instructing a three-year-old, and patiently explained:

"Magic Bear, listen up."

"Remember, we're going there to 'claim compensation,' not to rob you."

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "claim," as if afraid the other party wouldn't understand.

The Demon Bear Douluo blinked and said in a muffled voice:

"Isn't that still robbery?"

Ghost Douluo: "..."

He silently turned away, feeling utterly exhausted.

It's impossible to carry it, it's really impossible to carry it.

Ning Fengzhi's smooth and seamless change of expression demonstrated to everyone present what the "magnanimity" of a top-tier sect leader truly meant.

Even Bibi Dong, whose beautiful, icy eyes rarely showed a hint of surprise.

However, she quickly came to her senses and, looking at Ning Fengzhi's face, which was full of "sincerity," she nodded gently.

"Sect Master Ning is very kind."

Bibi Dong's voice regained some of the Pope's majesty, yet it also carried the unique crispness of a young girl.

"In the future, the Spirit Hall will not mistreat the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, its most steadfast ally."

Only after receiving Bibi Dong's weighty personal assurance did Ning Fengzhi finally feel completely at ease.

He let out a long sigh of relief, realizing that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

That was so exciting!

Being with this group of lunatics from the Spirit Hall was more exciting than all the storms he had weathered during his decades in charge of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Seeing that the matter had been settled, Ghost Leopard Douluo no longer delayed.

His mind was now filled with the rich treasure trove of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the thought of the impending "huge compensation" filled him with energy!

This is a fight for the financial revival of the Spirit Hall!

Ghost Leopard Douluo stood up, bowed respectfully to Bibi Dong and Lin Feng, and then strode towards the door.

However, he had just stepped out of the gate of the Maple Dye Pavilion.

A disheveled figure bumped into him without warning.

Bang--!

A dull, loud thud.

Ghost Leopard Douluo felt as if he had crashed into an iron wall, staggering back two large steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

He was already excited about "generating revenue," and when he was bumped into, he immediately flew into a rage and was about to start cursing.

But the moment he saw the figure outside the door, all the angry curses that were about to escape his lips were abruptly choked back down.

Instead, a horrified scream, its tone completely altered, filled the air.

"What the hell?! Tang Hao!?"

His shout instantly drew everyone's attention in the hall.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

At the doorway, a figure staggered to his feet, emanating a foul stench of a mixture of rancidity and blood.

His clothes were so tattered they looked like those of a beggar on the street, with the right sleeve hanging limply, swaying in the wind.

That face was half covered in dried blood and half in deathly despair.

Who else could it be but Tang Hao, the one they beat like a dog!