Ning Fengzhi's body shook and he almost fell to the ground.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin beside him also trembled.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong, even more exaggeratedly rubbed his eyes and murmured to himself:
"I... am I hallucinating?"
When those Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples kneeling on the ground saw this scene, the humiliation and unwillingness in their hearts disappeared instantly.
Instead, there is endless happiness and fear.
What kind of monster are they fighting against?!
Yu Yuanzhen was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat and soaked the back of his clothes.
He now finally understands how Tang Hao died.
It is not unfair to die in the hands of such a monster!
Not unfair at all!
Lin Ye stood quietly on the high platform, enjoying the tens of thousands of looks of shock, fear, and admiration below.
He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the sky.
On his handsome and evil face, a look of scorn for the world appeared.
"Now, who else is dissatisfied?"
Serve?
Who dares to dissent?!
What are you dissatisfied with?!
Looking at the figure on the high platform shrouded by two dazzling bloody Soul Ring, everyone's hearts were filled with only fear and awe.
After more than ten seconds, the crowd below finally reacted.
"Plop!"
Sect Master, a member of a small sect, could no longer bear the terrifying pressure and inner shock. His legs softened and he knelt down.
He faced Lin Ye on the high platform, threw himself on the ground, and shouted with a trembling voice:
"Fire Leopard Sect is willing to lead the whole sect and submit to the Spirit Hall! Follow His Highness the Holy Son to the death!"
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
For a while, the sounds of people falling to their knees were heard one after another.
"Elephant Armor Sect is willing to submit to the Spirit Hall!"
"Wind Sword Sect swears allegiance to His Highness the Holy Son!"
"We Black Wind Stronghold are also willing to join Spirit Hall!"
"And we Blazing Fire Sect!"
The wallflowers who were originally lucky and wanted to have both sides, but after seeing Lin Ye's incredible strength, their psychological defenses were completely broken.
They rushed to kneel on the ground to show their loyalty, fearing that if they knelt down too late, they would be settled by the Spirit Hall queen.
What a joke!
Level 85, two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!
This is no longer a fucking human! This is a god!
Going against God? Isn't that the old man hanging himself because he doesn't want to live too long?
If you don't hug this thick thigh now, what are you waiting for?
On the high platform, Bibi Dong looked at the dark crowd of people kneeling below, with a heartfelt smile on his noble and cold face.
She is proud!
She is proud!
This is her disciple Bibi Dong!
This is the one she chose, the future owner of the Spirit Hall!
With him here, why worry about everything happening?!
The look she looked at Lin Ye was full of unabashed doting and appreciation.
And Zhu Zhuqing, standing next to Lin Ye, has even more beautiful eyes.
Her little heart was beating wildly. Looking at her man's majestic and domineering back, a strong sense of pride and happiness arose spontaneously.
This is the man she chose!
Unparalleled!
Lin Ye showed no reaction at all to the groveling of those below.
He simply doesn't like a bunch of rubbish sects that don't even have Soul Douluo.
His eyes moved slowly and finally landed on the only figures still standing at the front of the viewing area.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
Ning Fengzhi felt Lin Ye's gaze and felt a chill in his heart.
He knew he couldn't escape.
What was supposed to come finally came.
He took a deep breath, forced down the turmoil in his heart, and tried to make his expression look calmer.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood behind Ning Fengzhi again.
However, his originally sharp and sharp momentum was much restrained at this moment, and there was a hint of complexity and loneliness in his eyes.
To be honest, he was shocked.
As a swordsman who has been obsessed with swordsmanship and pursued ultimate attack power all his life, he has his own pride.
He always believed that as long as his sword was fast and sharp enough, he could cut through everything in the world.
But today, when he saw Lin Ye and the two blood-red Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, his pride was shattered.
The attack power that he was so proud of seemed so ridiculous and powerless in the face of that absolute power.
Lin Ye put away Martial Soul, and the terrifying pressure also dissipated.
He stepped forward, step by step, and walked down from the high platform.
He did not go towards the small sects kneeling on the ground, but walked straight in the direction of Ning Fengzhi.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo subconsciously took a step forward, protecting Ning Fengzhi behind them, and looked at Lin Ye with wary expressions.
"Haha, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, don't be so nervous."
Lin Ye stopped ten meters away from them, with a warm smile on his face.
"I'm not here to fight today."
The brighter he smiled, the more furious Ning Fengzhi felt.
"His Highness the Holy Son is so powerful that Ning admires it so much."
Ning Fengzhi faced Lin Ye and cupped his hands, keeping his posture very low.
"Sect Master Ning You're welcome." Lin Ye waved his hand and then changed the subject.
"Sect Master Ning, do you think today's ceremony is... lively?"
Coming!
Ning Fengzhi thought secretly in his heart.
He forced out a smile that was uglier than crying and said:
"It's lively, very lively. It's really a blessing for Ning to witness Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan with his own eyes, turning from darkness to light and making such a wise choice."
This flattery was shot just right.
He not only praised Spirit Hall, but also secretly stepped on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
"Hahaha, Sect Master Ning is indeed a smart man." Lin Ye laughed.
"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has made a wise choice. Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, as one of Upper Three Sects, must be Sect Master Ning, who is also a talented person who understands current affairs, right?"
Lin Ye's picture is very clear and clearly puts the problem on the bright side.
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Ning Fengzhi's forehead.
He must give an answer to this question today.
Surrender?
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Millennium Tier's pride and foundation should be given away to others like this? He was unwilling to do so!
Not surrendering?
Look at the fate of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and look at this monster with unfathomable strength and a hidden knife in his smile.
Does he dare to say "no"?
He has no doubt that as long as he dares to refuse, whether the three of them can get out of Spirit City alive today is a question!
"His Highness the Holy Son..."
Ning Fengzhi spoke with difficulty,
"This matter is of great importance, related to the life and death of tens of thousands of people in our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect clan. Can... can Ning be allowed to go back and discuss it with the elders of the sect before making a decision?"
This is the only delaying strategy he can think of at the moment.
"Discuss?" The smile on Lin Ye's face gradually faded.
"Sect Master Ning, do you think you are still qualified to negotiate now?"
Lin Ye's voice suddenly turned cold.
"My Lin Ye's patience is limited."
"Today, for your sake, I can give you a chance."
"I..."
Just when Ning Fengzhi was about to say something else, Lin Ye stretched out a finger and interrupted him.
"One week."
Lin Ye looked at him and said:
"I only give you Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and one week to think about it."
"In a week, I hope to hear good news from Sect Master Ning at the Papal Palace."
"Otherwise..."
Lin Ye paused and showed that harmless smile again.