If this message were to spread, it would be enough to shock the entire Douluo Continent!
Those Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples who were kneeling on the ground, instead of feeling humiliated when they heard Yu Luomian's words, they all felt as if they had been granted amnesty and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Finally... finally no need to die!
Lin Ye looked at this scene with no proud look on his face, everything was as he expected.
He slowly walked up to Yu Luomian, looked at him condescendingly, and asked in a calm tone, "Have you figured it out?"
"Ahem... Think... I figured it out."
Yu Luomian Every time he speaks a word, a trace of blood will flow from the corner of his mouth.
He raised his head, looked at Lin Ye with an extremely complicated look, and said bitterly:
"His Highness the Holy Son... You are right, I am too stupid."
"In the face of absolute strength, any pride and dignity are a joke."
He knew very well that if he had not committed suicide today and had to confront Lin Ye head-on, maybe things would not have developed to this point.
But now, it's too late to regret.
He personally experienced the terrifying strength of Lin Ye that was comparable to Titled Douluo, and he completely saw the reality clearly.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, in front of today's Spirit Hall, is like an ant that can be crushed to death at any time.
Resistance? That is simply asking for death.
Only by surrendering can we gain a glimmer of hope.
"I finally understand it today." Yu Luomian smiled at himself,
"The continent of the future will definitely be the world of the Spirit Hall. If I, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, cannot adapt to the current situation, my final fate will be to be ruthlessly crushed by the wheels of history."
"So, I choose to surrender. This is not only for myself, but also for the continuation of the entire sect."
Only now did he understand that Lin Ye had been merciful just now because it was giving him a step down, an opportunity for him to recognize the reality and make a wise choice.
If he had been so stubborn just now, he is really a corpse now
"You still have some brains."
Lin Ye said lightly.
He appreciates smart people. Although Yu Luomian was a little unclear at first, fortunately, at the last moment, his mind came around.
"However, your agreement alone is not enough." Lin Ye's eyes became sharp.
"You Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the person who calls the shots should be your brother, Yu Yuanzhen, right?"
Yu Luomian was shocked and said quickly:
"His Highness the Holy Son Please don't worry! I will definitely convince my brother after I go back!"
"Although he has a bad temper, he is not an unreasonable person! As long as I tell him exactly what happened at the Papal Palace today, he will definitely make the most correct choice!"
Yu Luomian is very confident about this.
Although Yu Yuanzhen is Sect Master, he is headstrong and has far less vision than him.
As long as he sees his injuries with his own eyes and tells Lin Ye about the terrifying six black and two red Soul Ring Configuration, he believes that no matter how stupid Yu Yuanzhen is, he still knows how to choose.
"Persuasion?"
Lin Ye heard this and sneered.
"I don't need you to convince him."
"I only give you Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for one month."
Lin Ye stretched out a finger and looked at Yu Luomian with cold eyes.
"Within one month, I want to see you Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, from Sect Master to ordinary disciples, all come outside my Spirit City and swear allegiance."
"If after a month, I don't see the results I want to see..."
Lin Ye paused and said in a solemn tone:
"Then, there will no longer be Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan on this continent."
"Do you understand?"
This is no longer a discussion, but a naked order and threat!
Yu Luomian trembled when he heard it. He could hear the undoubted determination in Lin Ye's tone.
He has no doubt that if Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan does not surrender in a month, Lin Ye will really lead people and slaughter them all!
"Ming... understood! His Highness the Holy Son, please rest assured!" Yu Luomian assured with a nod and a bow,
"One month! I will definitely bring the entire sect to pledge my allegiance!"
"Very good."
Lin Ye nodded with satisfaction.
He turned around and ignored Yu Luomian. Instead, he walked in front of Bibi Dong and bowed slightly.
"Teacher, the matter has been resolved."
Bibi Dong never said a word from beginning to end.
She just sat quietly on the throne, watching her disciple, and using the most domineering and direct method, she conquered Upper Three Sects without any bloodshed.
At this moment, her heart was full of pride and joy.
This disciple is even more outstanding than she imagined!
His mind, his skills, and his strength are far beyond those of his peers, and he is even more sophisticated than many old guys who have lived for decades.
"Well done."
Bibi Dong stood up, walked to Lin Ye, stretched out his well-maintained jade hand, and gently tidied up his somewhat messy collar.
Her movements were gentle, and her eyes were full of favor and approval.
"Ye'er, you have grown up and can now take charge of your own business. As a teacher, I am very proud of you."
"This is all due to the teacher's good teaching." Lin Ye grinned.
Bibi Dong rolled his eyes at him.
Immediately, she resumed her aloof papal posture again, and glanced coldly at Yu Luomian and others on the ground.
"Go away."
"Remember what Ye'er said, you only have one month."
"Yes! Yes! Thank you His Holiness the Pope for not killing me! Thank you His Highness the Holy Son for not killing me!"
As if Yu Luomian had been granted amnesty, he quickly struggled to get up from the ground. With the support of two disciples, he kowtowed heavily to Bibi Dong and Lin Ye.
Then, he took the group of equally grateful disciples and crawled away from this Papal Palace that made them feel endless fear and humiliation.
Looking at their backs as they left in embarrassment, Lin Ye sneered.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, done.
The next one is Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
On the way back, the atmosphere was extremely depressing.
Yu Luomian was sitting in a spacious carriage, his face extremely gloomy.
The sharp pain in his chest reminded him all the time of the shame and humiliation he suffered at the Papal Palace today.
The disciples outside the carriage all looked downcast, like cocks that had been defeated in a fight.
"Second Master, we... do we really want to surrender to the Spirit Hall?" A close disciple asked cautiously.
"What if?"
Yu Luomian glanced at him coldly.
"Do you want to watch the entire sect being slaughtered for a ridiculous amount of dignity?"
The disciple was speechless and shrank his neck, not daring to speak any more.
Yu Luomian took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and closed his eyes.
In his mind, he kept replaying Lin Ye's terrifying six-black and two-red Soul Ring, replaying his invincible figure that severely injured him with one move.
"The monster... is truly a monster..."