Every word seemed forced from his throat. "I tried to see Qian Daoliu, but their Titled Douluo said he wasn't on the island."
"No one from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan or the Clear Sky Sect came out to meet us, either."
"We couldn't even set foot on the island!"
Ning Fengzhi's expression darkened as he listened.
He slammed his palm onto the desk. Bang! The teacup jumped, spilling tea across its surface.
"They've gone too far!"
His voice was thick with anger he could no longer suppress.
"Grandpa Sword, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is one of the Upper Three Sects. How could they treat us like this?"
Almost a year earlier, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had attended Qian Xunji's wedding to offer its congratulations.
At the time, Ning Fengzhi had tried to draw Qian Xunji into saying something about Sea God Island.
But Qian Xunji had either ignored his questions or changed the subject.
That was why Chen Jianjun had led two hundred disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect on this mission to Sea God Island.
Most of them had been elite disciples.
They had prepared for so long and thought nothing could go wrong, only to lose more than a hundred people.
How could Ning Fengzhi not be heartsick?
Chen Jianjun sat to one side, his expression grim.
As an elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he had never suffered such humiliation.
He was a Ninety-Sixth Rank Peak Douluo.
Yet even he had not expected Sea God Island to have five Titled Douluo, one of them as high as the Ninety-Fifth Rank.
In a one-on-one fight, he would not have feared any of them, even at sea.
But facing all five at once was another matter. Two fists could