The Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda That Was Never Passed Down

"Arrogant!"

Ning Xue spoke in a low voice. This era had Battle Armor, yet he actually dared to disregard them completely.

Her seventh Soul Ring lit up beneath her feet. Martial Soul Avatar—the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

A seven-story glazed pagoda materialized out of thin air.

A gentle luster flowed across its body, gemstones of different colors embedded on every level lighting up one after another in the dusk.

"Seven Treasures Turn, Glazed Emerges."

Her voice was soft, yet it set the entire arena boiling. Two-Word Battle Armor covered her body, its pinkish-white armor fitting her slender figure tightly. Streamlined wing-like plates extended from her shoulder guards, trembling faintly in the cold wind.

"Seven Treasures Are Renowned, first: strength."

"Second: speed."

"Third: soul."

"Fourth: defense."

"Fifth: attack."

"Sixth: amplification."

The effects of six Soul Skills shot out from the pagoda's peak, landing precisely upon the other six people.

Lan Muzi gave a low shout and unleashed his Yang Wood Blade Martial Soul Avatar. The blade swelled dramatically, its aura surging. Tang Yinmeng stood where she was, holding her xun Martial Soul and playing it softly, the melodious tune covering the entire arena.

Yin Hongye ignored the spiritual control-type Soul Skill, even finding the music unpleasant as he looked at the seven people before him.

Seven people, seven sets of Two-Word Battle Armor, seven Martial Soul Avatars—every one of them possessed strength comparable to an ordinary Titled Douluo.

The stands fell completely silent.

Beyond the Heavenly Screen, Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, then sneered. "This is the strength of my Shrek Academy. Yin Hongye is still far too full of himself!"

Flender's glasses had slipped to the tip of his nose, and he had forgotten to push them back up. Such an increase in strength was revolutionary in this era.

Yet Ning Fengzhi smiled, his expression carrying an indescribable meaning. "I wonder whether the thing they're wearing can be replicated by people of our era."

But when he saw Ning Xue within the Heavenly Screen again, his brows still furrowed unconsciously. Twenty thousand years later, shouldn't it be the Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?

Why was there still a Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda!

This had to be an exception. An exception.

She wasn't from the direct line of my sect. Yes, that had to be it.

Ning Fengzhi still refused to believe it, constantly deceiving himself.

Within the Heavenly Screen, Yin Hongye continued doing the Xiaoming Shuffle, his face filled with ease, leisure, and a trace of arrogance.

Looking at these rabbits that had suddenly learned to bite, disdain appeared on his face. "That's it? This is all the strength you have? What a disappointment!"

Before his words had even faded, the six of them moved first. Lan Muzi's Yang Wood Blade came down in the first strike, while Tang Yinmeng condensed soundwaves into blades and stabbed them straight at Yin Hongye.

The Ghost Shadow Leopard Emperor's claws tore through the air, aiming straight for Yin Hongye's face. Yu Wangchuan's Thunderclap Dragon Head burst forth fiercely, its massive head more than a meter in diameter charging at its opponent amid roaring thunder and dragon cries.

The young man surnamed Xu transformed the Darkworld Tortoiseshell Shield into a tortoise-shell shape and charged directly at Yin Hongye.

Azure Vines erupted from the ground, winding toward Yin Hongye's ankles.

Six attacks came from six directions, sealing off every possible retreat.

Yin Hongye looked at the attacks and could not even be bothered to dodge.

The Yang Wood Blade struck Yin Hongye's shoulder. The blade shuddered, and Lan Muzi was nearly killed by the rebounding force.

The Ghost Shadow Leopard Emperor's claws raked across his chest, its nails snapping apart.

Lightning struck the top of his head, yet failed to stir even the slightest ripple.

The Darkworld Tortoiseshell Shield slammed into him, instantly leaving a dent in its surface. Azure Vines wrapped around his legs, but the vines shattered inch by inch.

"Is this your full strength? Never mind that the amplification from a direct disciple of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect without the Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul can't stack with Battle Armor amplification. Even the attacks of you six are neither painful nor irritating. Do you really think putting on a set of Battle Armor makes you Titled Douluo?"

Yin Hongye looked at the seven of them and smiled disdainfully. "You really are arrogant."

He had already died once. He no longer possessed a human body and had long since merged with his Martial Soul. Unless it was an attack from a normal Super Douluo, nothing could so much as scratch his skin.

Even he himself was unsure whether he was human or something else. Perhaps he was simply an aberration.

Yin Hongye paused, then smiled. "Arrogance requires capital. You don't have it, but I happen to do!"

The six people froze in place. Beneath the sky stained red by killing intent, the metallic sheen of their Battle Armor looked especially ridiculous.

Yin Hongye rolled his wrist. "Now it's my turn! Let me properly teach you what battle is."

The next instant, killing intent erupted.

All the crimson, all the coldness, faded away in an instant before exploding with a thunderous boom.

That killing intent was bone-piercingly cold. In an instant, the seven of them were frozen solid, a layer of blood-red ice crystals forming over their Battle Armor.

Within the ice crystals, they could not even blink. The same scene was reflected in all their pupils.

A Blood Sea.

An endless Blood Sea beneath a sky dyed crimson.

Time seemed not to flow here. Only blood churned and surged. Things floated atop the sea—countless corpses with faces identical to their own.

They died within this illusion, and they had died more than once.

Time looped here. Every time they opened their eyes, they faced a new way to die.

Every death was terrifyingly real. Their pain receptors were magnified without limit; they could feel the warmth of blood leaving their bodies and hear the sharp crack of their bones breaking.

A hundred times.

A thousand times.

Ten thousand times.

They died countless times in that Blood Sea, while only a second passed in reality.

The ice shattered.

All seven people dropped to their knees at once. Some vomited, some trembled, and some clutched their heads.

The Soul Master with the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul directly fainted, having suffered the greatest mental damage.

Beyond the Heavenly Screen, Ning Fengzhi's body trembled involuntarily upon hearing the words "direct line of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect." His gaze turned toward Ning Rongrong, who was approaching together with Oscar in the distance.

Having seen the contents of the Heavenly Screen as well, Ning Rongrong felt a bad premonition arise in her heart. The direct line of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had Seven Treasures Glazed Pagodas...

That shouldn't be possible! How could there be no Soul Masters with the Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul twenty thousand years later?

Could it be that Little Ao and I had no descendants? Was there something wrong with me, or was there something wrong with Little Ao?!

At that moment, the fellow spying from the sky looked at the barely moving time and began to suspect that something was wrong with his perception of time.

Couldn't this kid have been born twenty thousand years earlier?!

Yet Yin Hongye on the Heavenly Screen knew nothing of this. Looking at Ning Xue, he spoke words that shook both Ning Rongrong and Ning Fengzhi. "Why did this person break down so quickly? What a hassle. I'll have to find an excuse to wipe out the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. This place is full of Soul Sages who use pagodas, and I've found them unpleasant to look at for a long time. Since they don't even have the Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, I might as well look for Rainbow Dragon Soul Masters."

As he spoke, the killing intent in his heart could no longer be concealed.

The instant Ning Fengzhi heard those words, he flew into a rage. "Rongrong, Oscar! Get over here! Go find a healing Soul Master and have your bodies examined!"

He said to the Sword Douluo behind him, "Uncle Sword, if Oscar has a problem, then directly cut off Rongrong's hopes. The inheritance of the Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul absolutely cannot be severed."

"I'll carefully select a live-in son-in-law."

He did not know why the Martial Soul's inheritance would be cut off. Even if it had been passed down through only one descendant each generation, it should not have reached a point where there were no successors.

After so many generations, there should have been at least one boy...

The possibility of awakening across generations was not nonexistent.

Then the only possibility was that something had gone wrong with the first generation.

Oscar's body trembled as he heard Ning Fengzhi's words. If the problem was with him, wouldn't he be finished?

Would he die, or become a eunuch...