"I may personally lead the team to 'visit' Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Threat!
A naked threat!
Ning Fengzhi's face instantly turned pale!
Lin Ye's words are light and airy, just like chatting between friends.
But to Ning Fengzhi's ears, it was no less than a reminder.
Visit?
He believes in a ghost!
Look at what happened to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! Yu Luomian just came to the Spirit Hall to ask for someone, but he was seriously injured, stepped on and humiliated, and finally forced the entire sect to surrender.
If Lin Ye, the evil star, personally leads the team to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, what good things can happen?
I'm afraid I'm going to tear down all the glazed tiles of his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
Shameless! Despicable! Dirty!
Ning Fengzhi scolded Lin Ye in his heart.
But he didn't dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face.
He could only force out a stiff smile, nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, yes... His Highness the Holy Son said that. One week, one week is enough. After Ning returns, he must give His Highness the Holy Son a satisfactory answer as soon as possible."
Now, he just wants to leave this place that makes him feel suffocated.
"Very good." Lin Ye nodded with satisfaction.
He knows that Ning Fengzhi is a smart man.
Smart people make smart choices.
The reason why he gave Ning Fengzhi a week instead of forcing him on the spot was to take a long-term view and catch big fish.
He wants more than just a verbal surrender.
But the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, from top to bottom, willingly became a sharp blade in his hand!
To do this, you must give them some time to figure it out on their own.
Let them extinguish their last thoughts of resistance in despair.
"Sect Master Ning, walk slowly, no delivery."
Lin Ye made a "please" gesture to Ning Fengzhi.
As if Ning Fengzhi had been granted amnesty, he quickly bowed his hands to Lin Ye and Bibi Dong on the high platform, and then left the square with Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo with equally ugly faces, almost as if they were running away.
Looking at their backs as they left in embarrassment, Lin Ye sneered.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, will be available soon.
Upper Three Sects, the second one has been removed.
The remaining one Clear Sky Sect...
Lin Ye's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain.
They are just a group of turtles hiding in the mountains. When he frees his hands, he can go up at any time and smash their turtle shells and their heads together!
Returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's carriage, the atmosphere was extremely depressing.
Ning Fengzhi was leaning on the soft cushion, his eyes closed, his face pale, and his forehead covered with cold sweat.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong were sitting on the left and right, silent.
Chen Xin has been holding his Seven Kill Sword tightly in his hand, and his knuckles are a little white from the exertion.
Gu Rong's face was uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a long time, Bone Douluo Gu Rong was the first to break the silence.
"Sect Master, are you... really planning to surrender to the Spirit Hall?"
His voice was a little dry.
Ning Fengzhi did not open his eyes, but sighed tiredly.
"Uncle Bones, do you think we have any other options now?"
Gu Rong was silent after hearing this.
Yes, is there any choice?
Lin Ye Those two blood-red Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring are weighing on the hearts of all of them.
Resist?
What to use to resist?
With him and Old Sword Man, two Titled Douluo who are over 90 levels?
Stop joking.
He had no doubt that the monster named Lin Ye now had the strength to challenge the two of them alone.
What's more, Spirit Hall can be more than one Lin Ye.
There is another unfathomable Pope Bibi Dong who also owns Twin Martial Souls.
And in the Worship Hall, those old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years!
This is simply a war with no chance of winning!
"But... I'm not willing to give in!"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
His voice was full of endless frustration and anger.
"I, Chen Xin, have been practicing swordsmanship all my life, and I have never killed an unknown person with my sword! I, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, inheritor Millennium Tier, have never bowed my head to anyone?!"
"Now, we are asked to kneel down and beg for mercy from a young boy?!"
"I can't do it!"
"Sect Master! No big deal, just fight them!"
"I would rather die standing than live on my knees!"
Chen Xin's gaze was like a sword, and the atmosphere in the carriage suddenly dropped to freezing point.
Ning Fengzhi slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at the emotional Sword Douluo with complicated eyes.
In fact, he understands Chen Xin's pride.
But why would he be willing to do so?
"Uncle Jian." Ning Fengzhi's voice sounded a little tired.
"I understand how you feel."
"But, have you ever thought about what will happen if we really fight Spirit Hall?"
"As a result, the three of us will not be able to come back today!"
"As a result, I, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and tens of thousands of clan members were trampled to the ground by the Spirit Hall's iron hoofs! Their blood flowed like a river!"
"As a result, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Millennium Tier inheritance will be cut off from now on!"
"Is this what you want, to die standing?!"
Chen Xin's body trembled violently.
The overwhelming sword intent in his eyes gradually dimmed.
Yeah...
He can die.
For the sake of dignity, he can die without hesitation.
But what about the sect?
What about the tens of thousands of clan members in the sect? They are innocent!
Are we going to make them pay with their lives for their pride?
"But... is there really no other way?" Chen Xin asked reluctantly.
Ning Fengzhi shook his head bitterly.
"In the face of absolute strength, any strategy is in vain."
"That Lin Ye... has grown to a point where we can't compete."
"His future achievements are limitless. It's even... possible that he will become the first person to step into the Divine Realm in the past ten thousand years!"
"Being an enemy to such a person, being an enemy to the God of the future, there is only one outcome."
"That is, a moth flies into a flame and perishes!"
Ning Fengzhi couldn't hide the fear in his eyes.
Today, he saw a kind of momentum in Lin Ye.
That is a kind of absolute tyranny that regards the world's heroes as nothing and the rules of the world as trivial!
He had a strong premonition.
This boy named Lin Ye will create an unprecedented era!
And they can either adapt to this era and become the trendsetters of the era.
Or, be ruthlessly crushed by the giant wheel of this era!
"Sect Master, then... the one-week time limit mentioned by Lin Ye..." Gu Rong asked cautiously.
Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, as if all his strength had been drained away.
"After we return, we will immediately hold a sect meeting."
"In seven days, I will go there in person Spirit Hall."
"Give them a... satisfactory answer."
Although he didn't say it clearly, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo already understood what he meant.
Inside the car, it became quiet again.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
As one of Upper Three Sects, Zongmen is located in a beautiful mountain range, with pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, just like a fairyland on earth.
But today, this fairyland-like sect is shrouded in gloom and gloom.
In the sect's meeting hall, all the core elders and deacons gathered here.
Ning Fengzhi was sitting in Sect Master's seat, looking very haggard.